I can say what ever the hell I want on this blog - beware: all annoying comments will be reprimanded
Maybe I am a sub-par xian. I was annoyed at this meeting. I talked about it. I pointed out the problems. Deal.
Some recent happenings:
We had a spaghetti dinner fundraiser for the college democrats last Wednesday. It went really well and was fun. We served up good food to lots of democratic faculty and students and some affiliated with other parties that came out of the goodness of their hearts. It has put ideas in my head of running for president of the chapter next year. We'll see.
Thursday night was a campus discussion of the idea of indivduality vs. citizenship. The discussion was spured by Robert Bellah and his book Habits of the Heart. He is the keynote speaker at this year's Student Acheivement Day. A group of about 50 students, faculty and community members were divided into smaller groups of 8, each with a facilitator. I sat at Kamran's table. The problem each group was charged with finding a solution was the "parking situation" on campus. When the groups convened at the end we all agreed there was no parking problem on our campus. Rather, there was a walking problem. We all complain about walking 4 blocks, when most campuses have longer distances to walk and higher parking pass prices. We have it pretty good at Bemidji State. The conversation then turned rather political - in a good way. It made me wonder if there were any republicans at all in the room. If there was they didn't speak up.
Afterwards, Amy, Kamran and I went to the Union Station for $1 taps and conversation. Kvale, who had also been at our table at the discussion expanded on his idea of the need for a place in the community where people from all generations could gather to just hang out, talk, whatever. Somewhere where adults are not in places of authority, like your parents or teachers would be. I'd agree that we desperately need some sort of community center.
Too much ego everywhere. Let it go and become invisible. In invisibility you will finally be seen by those who have the right eyes for you.
This anonymous piece was forwarded to us; we reprint it not because we agree with any one of the principles but because it shows the folly of taking an uncritical appeal to the Bible (which would force one to take some positions on marriage that people of Christian faith believe are unacceptable). It appears to be a less specific restating of "Biblical Sense: Making Marriage Religious" written by Mary-Ann Greanier and originally published in the Boston Phoenix.
A. Marriage in the United States shall consist of a union between
one man and one or more women. (Gen 29:17-28; II Sam 3:2-5)
B. Marriage shall not impede a man's right to take concubines in
addition to his wife or wives. (II Sam 5:13; I Kings 11:3; II Chron
C. A marriage shall be considered valid only if the wife is a
virgin. If the wife is not a virgin, she shall be executed. (Deut
D. Marriage of a believer and a non-believer shall be
forbidden. (Gen 24:3; Num 25:1-9; Ezra 9:12; Neh 10:30)
E. Since marriage is for life, neither this Constitution nor the
constitution of any State, nor any state or federal law, shall be
construed to permit divorce. (Deut 22:19; Mark 10:9)
F. If a married man dies without children, his brother shall marry
the widow. If he refuses to marry his brother's widow or
deliberately does not give her children, he shall pay a fine of one
shoe and be otherwise punished in a manner to be determined by law.
(Gen. 38:6-10; Deut 25:5-10)
G. In lieu of marriage, if there are no acceptable men in your
town, it is required that you get your dad drunk and have sex with
him (even if he had previously offered you up as a sex toy to men
young and old), tag-teaming with any sisters you may have. Of
course, this rule applies only if you are female. (Gen 19:31-36)
Jumuaah, a 41-year-old shop owner, voiced the most familiar complaint - the Americans had failed to deliver on the basic necessities of life. "Before it was safe under Saddam but he was bad and we wanted to get rid of him. But now there is no security, and we don't have reliable water and electricity.
"After a year of broken promises, I don't believe the Americans anymore. Any intelligent person knows they are liars. The Americans came here for political reasons - they want to dominate the whole world."
- Roshan Muhammed Salih in Baghdad
The group said its cells were ready for another attack and time was running out for allies of the United States.
"Whose turn is it next? Will it be Japan or America, or Italy, Britain or Oslo or Australia?" the statement said, adding Pakistan and Saudi Arabia were also targets.
yahoo news via daniel
I'll draw another line for you
That way you know I'm hip, that way you know I'm cool
I'll smoke another smoke for you
I'll blow back in your mouth and you can blow back too
I'm alright - you gotta go there to come back
Nothing Precious At All
There's a new girl at the coffee house
She's got first day blues
She's got red hair and a motorbike
And lime green shoes
A mohair hat and a summers dress
And black tattoos
And then she fly away, in her high heel feet
And her fire dress, And she's throwing things
That took her time, to save it up,
And buy what's special, then she look around
And sees what's left and it's nothing much
NOTHING PRECIOUS AT ALL
Gonna drink herself to sleep tonight
And that's nothing new
She goes out almost nine every night
And gets high as the moon
Four and twenty white boys
Singing in the street
Getting high on most things
Wishing they were free
Help Me (She's Out of Her Mind)
In the mirror
Loving, Saturday night
With the telly on loud
You wanna show her that you love her
But there's sex on ya mind
Makin' love from watching movies
I think I'm doin' it right
Go check it out - its all philosophical and stuff.
Oh, did I ever mention that Froyd has a rant page and an ongoing writing project blog?
Laughter abounded - jokes and jabs, comments, observations, which were punctuated with political and philisophical discussion. We were in an environment where we could hear each other talk, it wasn't smokey, they served beer, and it wasn't a bar! The cool new hangout is definately the Curling Club. Its Minnesota's little secret.
Then on to Amy's where we continued to the wee hours of the morning on thoughts of life, academia, and such.
I say this, in part, cause heartbreaker just called. He was really drunk and usually that is fine cause usually he talks to me. But this time he was talking to girls who were leaving (have I mentioned there is no need to make me jealous?), the driver, other passengers, pretty much everyone but me. HEY - did you call me for a reason or what? Then I was told to hold on for a minute. Slightly annoying, but at least I was being warned that I would be ignored for a while. So as I was impatiently waiting, my phone started calling someone - like I had dialed and pushed call. I thought maybe it was calling heartbreaker back again. Maybe it had been put on hold for too long or something. I let it ring a few times and hung it up - mostly out of curiosity of what it was doing.
Yeah, so I get to my apartment where my cell doesn't work and I get a voicemail. So, I try calling back on our regular phone and WTF we get cut off within the first 3 seconds of talking. I am thoroughly annoyed. Plus Chels isn't here like she said she would be.
UPDATE: He called back when he was more sober and we had a very nice chat.
via Kelly S.
"Oh, how wonderful!" my wife said. "How does that story go?"
"Well," my daughter began. "Jesus and the fishermen went out on the boat. Then they saw some sharks. Jesus said, 'Don't be afraid.' Then he took out his gun and shot the sharks. The end."
I went and drove around - cause ah, being alone in a pitch black basement is not fun. The whole town was black, I wanted to see if my parent's were out too and they were. We watched the power come on across the street from their house and we figured it was probably on at my house too. It was so weird driving in the pitchblackness while in town - makes for beautiful stars, though.
Sean and Kamran also experienced similar "laptop lighting" till they found their flashlights:)
...Find out about the music
Is the CD jammed or upside down
I'd really like to feel you with dinner
And we're sitting on a city bench
Together in a tourist town
If the fashion ad were here you'd be in it...
Howie Day - She Says
Sweet is the sight of a room window open by candlelight
How would you know?
Cold winter on the shore chills the dress she wore
It’s on the floor, still it feels so warm today...
Rhett Miller - The El
...You're a long way from where you belong unaware
We were on pins and needles (me singing the guitar: vroomp vroomp vroomp)
You were gearing up to cry
I was the instigator you were the reason why...
...Conservation is a state of harmony between men and land. Despite nearly a century of propaganda, conservation still proceeds at a snail's pace; progress still consists largely letterhead pieties and conventional oratory. On the back forty we still slip two steps backward for each forward stride.
Aldo Leopold, The Sand County Almanac
life. Agile reptilian creatures lurked under stones, tenacious plants
clung to life in the thin, sandy topsoil, minute wildflowers, nearly
invisible unless viewed from close range, dotted the desert floor.
All of it was cradled in the vast embrace of a silence so deep it
calmed all thought and feeling. Life in the palm desert pulsed
without all the rustle and restless sounds of wind, trees, oceans, or
My parents brought me to the desert in the wintertime, ostensibly to
absorb the sunshine, to let the dry air of the arid landscape leech
into lungs and sinuses. Lying wrapped in a light blanket on the
deserted poolside deck I did indeed receive the healing of the desert
climate. But in the process, the deep silence entered me and taught
me to listen, to see, to hear, to become attentive to the noiseless
substrata beneath all that is.
Conversion, the desert ascetics assure us, is forged in such a place,
a place of listening awareness where one becomes attentive to the
silence of God. There, in the vast stillness of desert solitude, we
are gradually converted, unmade, and remade. We become a fresh
Wendy M. Wright, The Time Between
forth by God, then our self-image is a self-constructed façade -- a
crust of self, a false self. This self finds itself required to hold
the world at arm's length and manipulate it through the use of
informational and functional dynamics in order to maintain the facade,
rather than be open and receptive to the shaping and transforming
presence of God who meets it in the world. ...
I have come to realize that the primary work of God's grace in our
lives is to liberate us from this destructive bondage to the crust of
self in order to shape us into wholeness. God seeks to create in us a
whole new structure of habits, attitudes, and perceptions; of dynamics
of personal and corporate relationships; of patterns of reaction and
response to the world.
This new structure is one of increasing Christlikeness. God is seeking
to break the crust.
M. Robert Mulholland Jr., SHAPED BY THE WORD
"Howard Dean was like the tape in Mission Impossible. He gave the Democratic Party their instructions and then self-desctructed." -Eli Pariser
comments from the sxsw conference in texas via theyblinked
Have we learned nothing from our experience? No, we have learned things. We've learned things about ourselves and each other. We've learned tolerance and discipline. We are different and can never be the same. We did it with eachother - and it would have been awful with out them. Without the affirming love that gives confidence and ambition.
My parents went to the convention and my mom got elected as a delegate to the 7th and 8th district conventions. She is really excited and had hoped she would be elected. She was also appointed to sit on the executive board of the county DFL - so now she actually has a responsibility to be at their meetings once a month. She is very well informed and will do an excellent job.
We stopped in downtown Denver for brunch on Saturday morning at the 20th St. Cafe. Really great food and service in the spotless 1950s style diner. Back on the interstate, traffic was backed up due to a semi-truck carrying half a mobile home that had blowover on the hiway. The wind was really nasty and this wasn't the only truck that was on its side from the wind, we drove past three more up the road. This made us a little nervous, being in a tippy van.
more to come...
-- Thad Rutter Jr.
WHERE THE HEART LONGS TO GO
i wanna blog, but am limiting my internet time this week. i gave my notice for os! (at least you didn't have to read it on my blog andi:)
forgot to blog about the great time this weekend. partying, bar hoping, dancing on friday. brought home a boy and kept chels awake.
mentored in red lake - so fun...those girls amaze!
partied at kamran's on sat playing beer pong with my unstoppable partner jo-nathan:) talking to awesome people like amy - the format, mentoring, ..., siegert about being an unhappy cs/ce student - give me some humanity, i can't take this abstract shit any more. he's going back for philosophy ( still abstract) and economics - his econ experiment basket.
sunday can't motivate myself to do anything but sleep
need to let down my pride and ask for some help.
sometimes i think that all my complaining/venting/oh whoa is me just makes it worse. although it does keep in mind everything that needs to be done, so nothing is forgotten.
just keep thinking everything is going to get better - someday i will feel like i'm not struggling to get above water. next week will be better, no next week will.
add to paper - group project with reshmi, trying to encourage graduate study.
kinda like what church could be. a community of people gathered to commune - to talk, drink, laugh, love, worship be joyous, be solemn, to pray, to sing, be loud, be silent. people who live. people who live in the real world!