Tuesday, September 26, 2006
I almost can't watch
As my former room mates or anyone who has watched the office with me knows, I am just too empathetic when it comes to television. I can't bear to see people make fools of themselves. That aversion is so great that I actually become more embarrising than the actual scene; I cover my eyes and try to stifle the empathetic/ pathetic sounds that keep escaping from my throat. The problem is that I think that such things are terribly funny, I just can't stand seeing them happen.
I once thought that I was better about it if I was alone while I watched, but I was wrong. The reason that I don't have as much trouble when I'm alone is that I will give in to my urge to change the channel or leave the room, but if other people are around, I feel like I have to stay. In fact, I actually couldn't watch the entire clip which I am posting, I had to start writing my blog while it finished playing so that I would be distracted from the terrible humanity. I hope that you enjoyed the clip, I enjoy it in retrospect, but not during the actual viewing.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
A book that changed my life besides the Bible:
The Sayings of the Desert Fathers (Cistercian studies 59) by Benedicta Ward (Translator), Metropolitan Anthony of Sourozh.
A book I’ve read more than once:
A book I would take with me if I were stuck on a desert island:
A book that made me laugh:
A book that I wish had been written: In the Image of Jesus: How to Reject Power While Still Being Influential. I'd read it, and I'm sure that I can use the reminder and advice, but I'm afraid that Christians who practice worldly domination in more obvious and destructive ways would either fail to read it, or ignore the parts they need to hear. I guess the category should be: A book that I wish that someone had written and that everyone had read, and applied to their lives (self included).
A book that I wish had never been written:
A book I’ve been meaning to read:
The Content of the Form: Narrative Discourse and Historical Representation by Hayden White. White is truly one of the most fascinating histroical philosophers that I have had the pleasure to encounter in print. He writes skilled prose, argues his points logically and yet conceeds the weaknesses of his ideas. Though I have not yet read this book, I have read other selections from him that were impressive. I discovered Hayden White through Herzberger's,
Now a few Categories of my own:
I’m currently reading:
Books I finised reading last week (not that I started them all then):
Books I have next on my list:
TAGS: Rush & Sharkdog (you can work on it together) Dody too, which is fitting, considering the nature of her blog.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
I can't wait to be an Uncle
I really hope that I get to be around Gina and Steve's soon-to-be tyke so I
can teach him/her to yell, "KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHN!" whenever something
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Is there anything funnier than someone falling off a treadmill? I don't think so. I wouldn't go see the new Jackass movie, but I'd go see two hours of people falling off treadmills.
Friday, September 15, 2006
I hate colder weather. If it were up to me the weather would always be above 70 degrees Fahrenheit. I hate feeling cold, I hate how my joints hurt, I hate sweaters (come on people, if I walk into a warm building and want to shed some insulation, I don't want to have to pull something off over my head . . . it doesn't exactly look normal and my hair is bad enough already). There are two things (and only two things) that I can think of that make colder weather bearable: 1. the extra pockets provided by coats and jackets 2. I get to wear my blue and red hooded sweatshirts. I love them. Adam Sandler turned out to be right for once.
And, NO, I am NOT calling it a hoodie, I am not cool enough to pull off slang from that particular subculture; which evidently consists of college kids, Old Navy models, and those pretty guys from One Tree Hill, a show which I have never seen, but which, if the commercials are any indication, boasts characters who, though rich enough to wear Armani, might hire a hit-man to kill the thief of a beloved "hoodie," (sorry about the quotes, Gina) which they would never wear in public but which they make promises to. "Hoodie baby, we'll run away together, just you and me, and then they'll never talk bad about you again. I'll get tickets to London . . . I just can't do it this week, what with Aunt Vanessa's shark- attack- induced coma and my hostile business takeover that I am conducting from school. You know it will just make life worse for us both if I take you out in public right now. The world just isn't ready for us yet. Just don't tell my friends yet, if you do, my parents will find out, and then one day I'll come home and you'll be gone: no note, no evidence, I just won't be able to find you."
Sunday, September 03, 2006
I Just Thought I'd Let You Know
Lingamish, I still intend to write that entry on Blogum Nemo Legit; Anon, I'll answer you too; friends who think I'm ignoring you, I might be, but it could be that I am in too much pain to write. Arwen, I think I miss your blog most of all.
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