It's the last day of the year and I think the number one thing that's flooding blogs all around the net is a list of New Year's Resolutions.
I'll tell you my first couple.
1) Write in my blog more
2) Exercise more
3) Eat healthier
4) Learn more about God
As sadly normal as those resolutions are, I am going to try my best to make some changes.
The end. Happy New Year!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Post the Seventh
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pleonasm
I stumbled across this while reading about the La Brea Tar Pits since I recently visited the LACMA (the LA County Museum of Art). The La Brea Tar Pits is a prime example of pleonasm.
The La Brea Tar Pits, "La Brea" meaning 'The Tar" in Spanish, translates to The The Tar Tar Pits.
Sounds ridiculous, but really, we use pleonasm all the time. Click the link and read about it. I like grammar, so maybe I'm the only one who finds it even remotely interesting. Still yet, someone else on this planet had to have found it interesting enough to write about it. Right?
Have fun, grammar buffs!
I stumbled across this while reading about the La Brea Tar Pits since I recently visited the LACMA (the LA County Museum of Art). The La Brea Tar Pits is a prime example of pleonasm.
The La Brea Tar Pits, "La Brea" meaning 'The Tar" in Spanish, translates to The The Tar Tar Pits.
Sounds ridiculous, but really, we use pleonasm all the time. Click the link and read about it. I like grammar, so maybe I'm the only one who finds it even remotely interesting. Still yet, someone else on this planet had to have found it interesting enough to write about it. Right?
Have fun, grammar buffs!
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Post the Sixth
I didn't skip post five, it's still incubating...I haven't fully processed those thoughts so I'll come back to that later and publish it.
For now, I just want to talk about Twilight, because it seems to be the biggest thing right now, after the zit on face that is.
I liked it. You, as a reader and a moviegoer have every right to criticize or glorify the movie in any way you want. However, I think for those of you who are more on the "haters" side, you should ease up a bit. Despite its cheesiness, it was still a fun movie to watch, and that's what matters.
Ok. Now that I've said that...I think SOME people in this country have gone wayyyyy overboard with this whole twilight thing.
http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/Movies/11/28/twilight.whats.next/index.html
For now, I just want to talk about Twilight, because it seems to be the biggest thing right now, after the zit on face that is.
I liked it. You, as a reader and a moviegoer have every right to criticize or glorify the movie in any way you want. However, I think for those of you who are more on the "haters" side, you should ease up a bit. Despite its cheesiness, it was still a fun movie to watch, and that's what matters.
Ok. Now that I've said that...I think SOME people in this country have gone wayyyyy overboard with this whole twilight thing.
http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/Movies/11/28/twilight.whats.next/index.html
Monday, September 29, 2008
Post the Fourth
God and Physics
I was able to manipulate my Physics professor into letting me take the midterm on Wednesday instead of today, and here I am, doing everything I possibly can EXCEPT study for my Physics midterm. I'm so ill-prepared it's ridiculous, and even silently asking to pass this midterm is out of the question. So instead I'll ask God for something else.
God created the physical universe, right? I hope that as I study for this midterm, my intuition for understanding the physical realm wouldn't be the only thing that grows. I just want to be able to soak everything in and reflect on how creative God is for even creating Smufma and Smuver.
(Sum of Forces = Mass x Acceleration and Sum of forces = Mass x Velocity-squared over the Radius of the revolution)
I just get so frustrated because it's so hard for me to understand Physics. My only hope is that I could understand it so that I could understand more of what God created!!! It's annoying knowing God invented Physics and struggling with concepts. I just want to get it.
So that's that. If I can't identify unknowns to fill out a stupid equation for a not-so-stupid exam, then at the least, I would like to go to sleep at the end of the day knowing F still equals m x a. You know what I mean? I feel like I reject that God even invented Physics just because I don't get it easily (which I understand is completely irrational) but HEY, that's just what I'm dealing with right now.
The end.
I was able to manipulate my Physics professor into letting me take the midterm on Wednesday instead of today, and here I am, doing everything I possibly can EXCEPT study for my Physics midterm. I'm so ill-prepared it's ridiculous, and even silently asking to pass this midterm is out of the question. So instead I'll ask God for something else.
God created the physical universe, right? I hope that as I study for this midterm, my intuition for understanding the physical realm wouldn't be the only thing that grows. I just want to be able to soak everything in and reflect on how creative God is for even creating Smufma and Smuver.
(Sum of Forces = Mass x Acceleration and Sum of forces = Mass x Velocity-squared over the Radius of the revolution)
I just get so frustrated because it's so hard for me to understand Physics. My only hope is that I could understand it so that I could understand more of what God created!!! It's annoying knowing God invented Physics and struggling with concepts. I just want to get it.
So that's that. If I can't identify unknowns to fill out a stupid equation for a not-so-stupid exam, then at the least, I would like to go to sleep at the end of the day knowing F still equals m x a. You know what I mean? I feel like I reject that God even invented Physics just because I don't get it easily (which I understand is completely irrational) but HEY, that's just what I'm dealing with right now.
The end.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Post the Third
These (in Hebrews 11) were all commended for their faith, yet none of them received what had been promised. God had planned something better for us so that only together with us would they be made perfect...
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.
In your struggle against sin, you have not yet resisted to the point of shedding your blood. And you have forgotten that word of encouragement that addresses you as sons:
"My son, do not make light of the Lord's discipline, and do not lose heart when he rebukes you, because the Lord disciplines those he loves, and he punishes everyone he accepts as a son."
Endure hardship as discipline; God is treating you as sons. For what son is not disciplined by his father? If you are not disciplined (and everyone undergoes discipline), then you are illegitimate children and not true sons. Moreover, we have all had human fathers who disciplined us for a little while as they thought best; but God disciplines us for our good, that we may shore in his holiness. No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Post the Second
All right. The second I made this blog I bookmarked it. I clicked on it religiously, admiring how terse I must have seemed to all who read my cute, short paragraph of an entry. To those of you who have stumbled upon my page and thought just that...I'm sorry. I ramble on for hours, and ever-so-inconsistently I might add. Anyway, I've clicked and clicked and clicked on my blog, secretly thinking that doing that would somehow stir up some inspiration to start writing. One word: blegh!
Am I a tortured artist? I find myself thinking about what I'm going to write for my next entry about 9-10 times a day, and here I am, with only one post to show for. I'm pathetic. :/
Now down to real business...
Since everyone seems to be going crazy over the 2008 Summer Olympics in Beijing, I will write what I feel has been really pressing on my heart. Have you stopped to think about just how talented these Olympians really are? I'm sure you have because I think about it every damn second I watch an aired game. I mean, holy moly! I couldn't even walk across a balance beam without falling off and breaking my neck. I couldn't swim half the length of an olympic-sized swimming pool without giving up and wading off to the side. Long jumping for me would be jumping over 1 meter, and these guys bounce over 8 meters of earth! These people are simply amazing.
It's obvious that the Olympics are a time of true excitement for all peoples of all nations. I mean, representation of your home country, competition, and just pure love for the game are all reasons why we might get excited over watching a game or race. But do you ever wonder what else there is to be excited for? After watching game after game, race after race, don't you ever feel that something is missing? I find myself excited for US wins, sad over US losses, but all at the same time, I feel like my excitement does not adhesively stick to the win. It vanishes.
I think the reason for this is discredit. In essence, there's a lack of accreditation to the One who invented the reason for having the Olympics. It's actually heartbreaking to witness a heroic US victory and see all the glory be thrown to themselves. Watch Phelps win another medal. His expression is EPIC. But still yet, you don't sense an ounce of modesty. You don't see it in any of their faces. Runner, race-walker, long jumper, archer, swimmer, gymnast, ping ponger, you don't see it. All you see is me me me memememe yay for me. Okay, maybe the one time they might be acting slightly modest is when they're playing a team sport in which case they say, "Yay us, WE did it!"
I'm not trying to point out all the Olympians who failed to publicly thank God for giving them the opportunity to take the title and consequently, strip away their own glory. That's not it at all. I just think it's a bit disheartening to see such hard work and talent put into winning a gold medal, and seeing that it's all for something as temporary as a Summer Olympics title in a special event. It all seems so fleeting! Somewhere down the road, someone even faster than Phelps will compete in the summer olympics somewhere in the world and break all of his world records. It's inevitable. Nothing is ever set in stone, even world records. Your name will be forgotten and will only be pulled out by a sports commentator as a reference...to reference what the next Phelps just achieved compared to the previous Phelps.
Is it worth it? Is it worth it to be praised by everyone around you for bringing home that good ol' gold medal dangling around your neck only to be remembered four summers later as the loser who's too old and inflexible to do fifteen back handsprings without flying out of bounds? Maybe I'm bashing too much on Olympians, as all the hard work they do to represent the USA gives us a sense of pride. Even then, I'm sad, because I think God should be glorified for all human achievement. He's the one who created us, and any human accomplishment we deem amazing should be refracted toward God. God is amazing. And just note, if God was an Olympian, He would pwn everyone!!!!! (yes, even Phelps)
Am I a tortured artist? I find myself thinking about what I'm going to write for my next entry about 9-10 times a day, and here I am, with only one post to show for. I'm pathetic. :/
Now down to real business...
Since everyone seems to be going crazy over the 2008 Summer Olympics in Beijing, I will write what I feel has been really pressing on my heart. Have you stopped to think about just how talented these Olympians really are? I'm sure you have because I think about it every damn second I watch an aired game. I mean, holy moly! I couldn't even walk across a balance beam without falling off and breaking my neck. I couldn't swim half the length of an olympic-sized swimming pool without giving up and wading off to the side. Long jumping for me would be jumping over 1 meter, and these guys bounce over 8 meters of earth! These people are simply amazing.
It's obvious that the Olympics are a time of true excitement for all peoples of all nations. I mean, representation of your home country, competition, and just pure love for the game are all reasons why we might get excited over watching a game or race. But do you ever wonder what else there is to be excited for? After watching game after game, race after race, don't you ever feel that something is missing? I find myself excited for US wins, sad over US losses, but all at the same time, I feel like my excitement does not adhesively stick to the win. It vanishes.
I think the reason for this is discredit. In essence, there's a lack of accreditation to the One who invented the reason for having the Olympics. It's actually heartbreaking to witness a heroic US victory and see all the glory be thrown to themselves. Watch Phelps win another medal. His expression is EPIC. But still yet, you don't sense an ounce of modesty. You don't see it in any of their faces. Runner, race-walker, long jumper, archer, swimmer, gymnast, ping ponger, you don't see it. All you see is me me me memememe yay for me. Okay, maybe the one time they might be acting slightly modest is when they're playing a team sport in which case they say, "Yay us, WE did it!"
I'm not trying to point out all the Olympians who failed to publicly thank God for giving them the opportunity to take the title and consequently, strip away their own glory. That's not it at all. I just think it's a bit disheartening to see such hard work and talent put into winning a gold medal, and seeing that it's all for something as temporary as a Summer Olympics title in a special event. It all seems so fleeting! Somewhere down the road, someone even faster than Phelps will compete in the summer olympics somewhere in the world and break all of his world records. It's inevitable. Nothing is ever set in stone, even world records. Your name will be forgotten and will only be pulled out by a sports commentator as a reference...to reference what the next Phelps just achieved compared to the previous Phelps.
Is it worth it? Is it worth it to be praised by everyone around you for bringing home that good ol' gold medal dangling around your neck only to be remembered four summers later as the loser who's too old and inflexible to do fifteen back handsprings without flying out of bounds? Maybe I'm bashing too much on Olympians, as all the hard work they do to represent the USA gives us a sense of pride. Even then, I'm sad, because I think God should be glorified for all human achievement. He's the one who created us, and any human accomplishment we deem amazing should be refracted toward God. God is amazing. And just note, if God was an Olympian, He would pwn everyone!!!!! (yes, even Phelps)
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Post the First
It is two in the morning and I just made a blog. But don't get me wrong! I haven't created this on impulse. This is something I've been meaning to do for quite some time now, as xanga has proven to be insufficient. I'm hoping that with a new blog server, I can process fresh ideas and produce better writing than I did years before when I had my amateur blog. Okay, I think I'll sleep now and write later. Goodnight, world! I'm just letting ya'll know I'm out here.
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