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I have an interview tomorrow....I've actually been to this place before, but this is so far probably the best fit for me! I hope it goes well.10:53 PM 0 comments
Sunday, March 15
Horoscope
I just decided to take a peak at what my horoscope is going to be for tomorrow and this is what Yahoo! told me. Screw you Yahoo!! Looks like Friday isn't going to be fun.
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Monday, February 23
I signed up for twitter now too, so follow me on there if you have an account.
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Wednesday, February 11
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Monday, July 21
and the emmy goes to....
So FSN Rocky Mtn, one of the stations that I free-lance for, Won another Emmy award Saturday for their High School Football last fall. It's cool, because I was the Stage Manager for the whole season.
Here's the whole list11:13 AM 0 comments
Friday, June 13
Russert Died
Tim Russert died today. It's a sad thing to see such an influential person die.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25145431/
I was suppose to be working with him on Meet the Press had I gotten this NBC Job that I interviewed for when I got out of school.3:51 PM 0 comments
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(RSS)Saturday, May 23, 2009
Orlando Trip Wrap:
So my last full day in Orlando was a little eventful, but not too tiring. We hung around the resort for most of the morning and then headed to the RV park to visit with my grandmother. After taking a stroll around and playing on the swingset, we headed to lunch. After lunch, we headed back for nap time. We eventually woke up from the nap and headed down to the pool. When my brother arrived home, we went to eat at carraba's and then headed back to watch some of the playoffs on tv. Today my dad left and headed home to VA and we took our time packing and decided to stop by downtown disney for lunch before we headed to the airport. I was meeting up with a buddy from h.s. who was/is coming out to colorado for a little bit on leave from the Navy and he heads to one of the sand boxes for a nine mos this fall. My trip to Orlando was fun, but it's only May and already hot! I've applied to a few jobs down there, so we'll see if I end up there in the future; but I surely prefer the dry heat over all that.
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Thursday, June 25, 2009
shia labeouf admits hot for fox
shia labeouf talks about megan fox about 2 mins in.
Visit msnbc.com for Breaking News, World News, and News about the Economy
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(RSS)Friday, November 21, 2008
Give me your hand!
The poke's how it started, which now seems so retarded; With a drunken text message, I see right through the presage.
A friendship so firm, but couldn't carry to term; The death of a life, no chance to ever strife.
For it's the decisions we make, in his forgetting name sake; those times we regret, and wonder why we're so wet.
It's the sweat we sit there in drenched, no satisfaction or thirst yet to be quenched.
We're always and forever searching for happy, but more often we sit and wonder why our lives are so crappy.
We can sit here in sorrow, thinking that there's always tomorrow; but it's when we put it off, we start with the cough.
It's when this cough takes us over, that our whole body falls ill; our hands with arthritis.
The pain we go through, is no match for the man; for Jesus is who gave us the slogan "yes we can."
It is the sacrifice that he made, that helps us to persevere; so we need to quit joking and get our lives in gear.
It's been a fun ride, chilling back for a while; but it's when we do right, that we make him smile.
For the favor is returned, each day of our lives; our father looks down; slapping with high fives!2:43 AM 0 comments
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
It's the closer I get, when the harder I fall; I can't stop but to think, while I'm in the stall.
A new person comes, and a new person goes; It's life that goes on, wherever the river flows.
I spend time wondering, and fighting these forces of evil; learning how will I come, closer to upheaval.
It's the quiet time that's now, when I sit and just stare; wondering why you have come, and how do I care?
I care about the feelings, that all these people maintain; for I want to do them right, and not look at them in vain.
So I wonder to myself, as you are there listening; I want to be the one, there for the glistening.
It's the smiles that show, the happiness in time; but it's that which I wonder, if it's there just at the chime.
It's the sound of a bell, which can wake people up; but it's you who brings happiness, with the drink of a cup.
So what do I do, how do I be; for I know as it is, he rescued me.
The man on the stage, says to do it again; so I hold that dear, as I pursue this campaign.
It's the future that I look, as I go for change; and meet people of the world, as they see me as strange.
I push on forward, and not looking back; I strive to do right, and fight this attack.11:42 PM 0 comments
Friday, February 1, 2008
Author
There are a decent amount of times in my life when I want to sit down and type/write out every single thought & act that I've ever had or done before. There's so many books that I want to write and put out in the world for that one person's life that I can save and who will contact me later and tell me that it is because of my detailed life story that I decided to express to the world which made them explore the option and come to know Christ. I want to write books on every different topic that has made me who I am today and has forced me to grow because of it. There's other times when I know how overwhelming of a detailed process that it could be to carry out this book task and it is at these times when I may sit down to reach out to some personable individuals on the idea or to see if this process would be beneficial and bring in readers, but it is when I never get a response from people, a sign of disfriendship & personal attack of silence. It is when I sit down in this silence with myself, that I can't help but to let the tears flow; for it is because of the truth that I know in these silent of times that God and I are alone together. The all listening ear. It's silence of others and loudness of truth, that when we are alone, it's this reflection period that is shown. It's this tough love which we do receive in our youth that always has this effect of change and growth and the showing of that who is constant.
There are several types of books that I want to write. Feel free to approach me and see what some of these are. I think that these future books will be full text, different from that of "A Talk With God."
I've had the thought in the past where I could throw myself into a mission field and be comfortable there, but I'm not sure if this is a strong point in me or not....I would never truly know until I got out there and did it. I do know that I would have to be with the right positive force if I did however. I think that this is why I end up coming to writing. I feel that I need to do something more than I am and that maybe I will work magic in this aspect. The major fear of following through with this book task is one in which I witnessed so often growing up. You can spend a great deal of time creating something that you may feel is perfect, when if you never are able to receive this positive reinforcement or a response from the right person, it is then much more difficult to find the motivation to continue such a ministry. So many people have so many failures before they perfect a masterpiece. How in a ministry such as this can you maintain a positive attitude when.
So where do you start, what do you do, where do you go? Do you do it for you? Do it for Them? Do it for Him? How do you decide? Is it free will or his? In the end, I still come up feeling empty and not sure as to if a new road, one not yet fully explored and traveled by myself is a correct destination. It is a decision which will come one day on a whim, I just hope that day isn't too late.1:42 AM 0 comments
Monday, December 31, 2007
Lamentations 3:21-23
21 Yet this I call to mind
and therefore I have hope:
22 Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
23 They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
(Really I like this entire poem, which is the whole third chapter.)11:19 AM 0 comments
Friday, December 28, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
Rob Bell
So I guess that some of the Rob Bell Series has made its way onto the net. Here's the most popular one called rain:
Rain By Rob Bell
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(RSS)Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Martin Luther King Jr.: "In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."4:30 PM 0 comments
Friday, May 15, 2009
Smallville Season 8, Episode 19
Lois Lane - Jimmy's not answering his phone and I was wondering perhaps if you knew....
Chloe Sullivan - ...Where my ex was? I thought that's what facebook updates were for?
Touche, touche10:07 AM 0 comments
Sunday, April 26, 2009
"Throughout life each of us endures both painful hardships and soaring triumphs. Lessons are inherent in each experience if we will only listen. We grow by remaining fully conscious of the gifts we are given. Our responsibility to ourselves and the world is to seek out knowledge and act on what we learn. We must breathe deeply, trust ourselves, be unashamed, and gather strength from the lessons learned on our individual journeys to become whole."
-- Dana Tiger1:45 PM 0 comments
Sunday, December 14, 2008
An aristocratic love of magnificence was translated into art and with it an entire set of codes establishing aesthetics and values and appropriateness of setting and occasion.8:50 PM 1 comments
Oration on the Dignity of Man
Oration on the Dignity of Man:
Most esteemed Fathers, I have read in the ancient writings of the Arabians that
Abdala the Saracen on being asked what, on this stage, so to say, of the world,
seemed to him most evocative of wonder, replied that there was nothing to be seen
more marvelous than man. And that celebrated exclamation of Hermes
Trismegistus, "What a great miracle is man, Asclepius'' confirms this opinion. And
still, as I reflected upon the basis assigned for these estimations, I was not fully
persuaded by the diverse reasons advanced for the pre-eminence of human nature;
that man is the intermediary between creatures, that he is the familiar of the gods
above him as he is the lord of the beings beneath him; that, by the acuteness of
his senses, the inquiry of his reason and the light of his intelligence, he is the
interpreter of nature, set midway between the timeless unchanging and the flux of
time; the living union (as the Persians say), the very marriage hymn of the world,
and, by David's testimony but little lower than the angels. These reasons are all,
without question, of great weight; nevertheless, they do not touch the principal
reasons, those, that is to say, which justify man's unique right for such unbounded
admiration. Why, I asked, should we not admire the angels themselves and the
beatific choirs more? At long last, however, I feel that I have come to some
understanding of why man is the most fortunate of living things and, consequently,
deserving of all admiration; of what may be the condition in the hierarchy of beings
assigned to him, which draws upon him the envy, not of the brutes alone, but of
the astral beings and of the very intelligences which dwell beyond the confines of
the world. A thing surpassing belief and smiting the soul with wonder. Still, how
could it be otherwise? For it is on this ground that man is, with complete justice,
considered and called a great miracle and a being worthy of all admiration.
Hear then, oh Fathers, precisely what this condition of man is; and in the name of
your humanity, grant me your benign audition as I pursue this theme.
God the Father, the Mightiest Architect, had already raised, according to the
precepts of His hidden wisdom, this world we see, the cosmic dwelling of divinity, a
temple most august. He had already adorned the supercelestial region with
Intelligences, infused the heavenly globes with the life of immortal souls and set the
fermenting dung-heap of the inferior world teeming with every form of animal life.
But when this work was done, the Divine Artificer still longed for some creature
which might comprehend the meaning of so vast an achievement, which might be
moved with love at its beauty and smitten with awe at its grandeur. When,
consequently, all else had been completed (as both Moses and Timaeus testify), in
the very last place, He bethought Himself of bringing forth man. Truth was,
however, that there remained no archetype according to which He might fashion a
new offspring, nor in His treasure-houses the wherewithal to endow a new son with
a fitting inheritance, nor any place, among the seats of the universe, where this
new creature might dispose himself to contemplate the world. All space was already
filled; all things had been distributed in the highest, the middle and the lowest
orders. Still, it was not in the nature of the power of the Father to fail in this last
creative élan; nor was it in the nature of that supreme Wisdom to hesitate through
lack of counsel in so crucial a matter; nor, finally, in the nature of His beneficent
love to compel the creature destined to praise the divine generosity in all other
things to find it wanting in himself.
At last, the Supreme Maker decreed that this creature, to whom He could give
nothing wholly his own, should have a share in the particular endowment of every
other creature. Taking man, therefore, this creature of indeterminate image, He set
him in the middle of the world and thus spoke to him:
"We have given you, O Adam, no visage proper to yourself, nor endowment
properly your own, in order that whatever place, whatever form, whatever gifts you
may, with premeditation, select, these same you may have and possess through
your own judgement and decision. The nature of all other creatures is defined and
restricted within laws which We have laid down; you, by contrast, impeded by no
such restrictions, may, by your own free will, to whose custody We have assigned
you, trace for yourself the lineaments of your own nature. I have placed you at the
very center of the world, so that from that vantage point you may with greater
ease glance round about you on all that the world contains. We have made you a
creature neither of heaven nor of earth, neither mortal nor immortal, in order that
you may, as the free and proud shaper of your own being, fashion yourself in the
form you may prefer. It will be in your power to descend to the lower, brutish
forms of life; you will be able, through your own decision, to rise again to the
superior orders whose life is divine.''
Oh unsurpassed generosity of God the Father, Oh wondrous and unsurpassable
felicity of man, to whom it is granted to have what he chooses, to be what he wills
to be! The brutes, from the moment of their birth, bring with them, as Lucilius
says, ``from their mother's womb'' all that they will ever possess. The highest
spiritual beings were, from the very moment of creation, or soon thereafter, fixed in
the mode of being which would be theirs through measureless eternities. But upon
man, at the moment of his creation, God bestowed seeds pregnant with all
possibilities, the germs of every form of life. Whichever of these a man shall
cultivate, the same will mature and bear fruit in him. If vegetative, he will become
a plant; if sensual, he will become brutish; if rational, he will reveal himself a
heavenly being; if intellectual, he will be an angel and the son of God. And if,
dissatisfied with the lot of all creatures, he should recollect himself into the center
of his own unity, he will there become one spirit with God, in the solitary darkness
of the Father, Who is set above all things, himself transcend all creatures.
Who then will not look with awe upon this our chameleon, or who, at least, will look
with greater admiration on any other being? This creature, man, whom Asclepius
the Athenian, by reason of this very mutability, this nature capable of transforming
itself, quite rightly said was symbolized in the mysteries by the figure of Proteus.
This is the source of those metamorphoses, or transformations, so celebrated
among the Hebrews and among the Pythagoreans; for even the esoteric theology of
the Hebrews at times transforms the holy Enoch into that angel of divinity which is
sometimes called malakh-ha-shekhinah and at other times transforms other
personages into divinities of other names; while the Pythagoreans transform men
guilty of crimes into brutes or even, if we are to believe Empedocles, into plants;
and Mohammed, imitating them, was known frequently to say that the man who
deserts the divine law becomes a brute. And he was right; for it is not the bark that
makes the tree, but its insensitive and unresponsive nature; nor the hide which
makes the beast of burden, but its brute and sensual soul; nor the orbicular form
which makes the heavens, but their harmonious order. Finally, it is not freedom
from a body, but its spiritual intelligence, which makes the angel. If you see a man
dedicated to his stomach, crawling on the ground, you see a plant and not a man;
or if you see a man bedazzled by the empty forms of the imagination, as by the
wiles of Calypso, and through their alluring solicitations made a slave to his own
senses, you see a brute and not a man. If, however, you see a philosopher, judging
and distinguishing all things according to the rule of reason, him shall you hold in
veneration, for he is a creature of heaven and not of earth; if, finally, a pure
contemplator, unmindful of the body, wholly withdrawn into the inner chambers of
the mind, here indeed is neither a creature of earth nor a heavenly creature, but
some higher divinity, clothed in human flesh.
Who then will not look with wonder upon man, upon man who, not without reason
in the sacred Mosaic and Christian writings, is designated sometimes by the term
"all flesh" and sometimes by the term "every creature," because he molds, fashions
and transforms himself into the likeness of all flesh and assumes the characteristic
power of every form of life? This is why Evantes the Persian in his exposition of the
Chaldean theology, writes that man has no inborn and proper semblance, but many
which are extraneous and adventitious: whence the Chaldean saying: "Enosh hu
shinnujim vekammah tebhaoth haj'' --- "man is a living creature of varied,
multiform and ever-changing nature."
But what is the purpose of all this? That we may understand --- since we have been
born into this condition of being what we choose to be --- that we ought to be sure
above all else that it may never be said against us that, born to a high position, we
failed to appreciate it, but fell instead to the estate of brutes and uncomprehending
beasts of burden; and that the saying of Aspah the Prophet, "You are all Gods and
sons of the Most High," might rather be true; and finally that we may not, through
abuse of the generosity of a most indulgent Father, pervert the free option which he
has given us from a saving to a damning gift. Let a certain saving ambition invade
our souls so that, impatient of mediocrity, we pant after the highest things and
(since, if we will, we can) bend all our efforts to their attainment. Let us disdain
things of earth, hold as little worth even the astral orders and, putting behind us all
the things of this world, hasten to that court beyond the world, closest to the most
exalted Godhead. There, as the sacred mysteries tell us, the Seraphim, Cherubim
and Thrones occupy the first places; but, unable to yield to them, and impatient of
any second place, let us emulate their dignity and glory. And, if we will it, we shall
be inferior to them in nothing.8:47 PM 0 comments
The Republic of Plato: An Ideal Commonwealth
"You know also that the beginning is the most important part of any work, especially in the case of a young and tender thing; for that is the time at which the character is being formed and the desired impression is more readily taken."
-The Republic of Plato: An Ideal Commonwealth8:46 PM 0 comments
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
King of Queens: TV Watching
Josh: I would give my left nut for her
Me: Why not your right one?
Josh: Because I'm Right Handed5:14 PM 0 comments
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(RSS)Wednesday, June 3
I have an interview tomorrow....I've actually been to this place before, but this is so far probably the best fit for me! I hope it goes well.10:53 PM 0 comments
Sunday, March 15
Horoscope
I just decided to take a peak at what my horoscope is going to be for tomorrow and this is what Yahoo! told me. Screw you Yahoo!! Looks like Friday isn't going to be fun.1:01 AM 0 comments
Monday, February 23
I signed up for twitter now too, so follow me on there if you have an account.
**not approved for parental eyes**
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Wednesday, February 11
Thursday, August 28
Monday, July 21
and the emmy goes to....
So FSN Rocky Mtn, one of the stations that I free-lance for, Won another Emmy award Saturday for their High School Football last fall. It's cool, because I was the Stage Manager for the whole season.
Here's the whole list11:13 AM 0 comments
Friday, June 13
Russert Died
Tim Russert died today. It's a sad thing to see such an influential person die.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25145431/
I was suppose to be working with him on Meet the Press had I gotten this NBC Job that I interviewed for when I got out of school.3:51 PM 0 comments
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(RSS)Saturday, May 23, 2009
Orlando Trip Wrap:
So my last full day in Orlando was a little eventful, but not too tiring. We hung around the resort for most of the morning and then headed to the RV park to visit with my grandmother. After taking a stroll around and playing on the swingset, we headed to lunch. After lunch, we headed back for nap time. We eventually woke up from the nap and headed down to the pool. When my brother arrived home, we went to eat at carraba's and then headed back to watch some of the playoffs on tv. Today my dad left and headed home to VA and we took our time packing and decided to stop by downtown disney for lunch before we headed to the airport. I was meeting up with a buddy from h.s. who was/is coming out to colorado for a little bit on leave from the Navy and he heads to one of the sand boxes for a nine mos this fall. My trip to Orlando was fun, but it's only May and already hot! I've applied to a few jobs down there, so we'll see if I end up there in the future; but I surely prefer the dry heat over all that.
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Thursday, June 25, 2009
shia labeouf admits hot for fox
shia labeouf talks about megan fox about 2 mins in.
Visit msnbc.com for Breaking News, World News, and News about the Economy
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(RSS)Friday, November 21, 2008
Give me your hand!
The poke's how it started, which now seems so retarded; With a drunken text message, I see right through the presage.
A friendship so firm, but couldn't carry to term; The death of a life, no chance to ever strife.
For it's the decisions we make, in his forgetting name sake; those times we regret, and wonder why we're so wet.
It's the sweat we sit there in drenched, no satisfaction or thirst yet to be quenched.
We're always and forever searching for happy, but more often we sit and wonder why our lives are so crappy.
We can sit here in sorrow, thinking that there's always tomorrow; but it's when we put it off, we start with the cough.
It's when this cough takes us over, that our whole body falls ill; our hands with arthritis.
The pain we go through, is no match for the man; for Jesus is who gave us the slogan "yes we can."
It is the sacrifice that he made, that helps us to persevere; so we need to quit joking and get our lives in gear.
It's been a fun ride, chilling back for a while; but it's when we do right, that we make him smile.
For the favor is returned, each day of our lives; our father looks down; slapping with high fives!2:43 AM 0 comments
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
It's the closer I get, when the harder I fall; I can't stop but to think, while I'm in the stall.
A new person comes, and a new person goes; It's life that goes on, wherever the river flows.
I spend time wondering, and fighting these forces of evil; learning how will I come, closer to upheaval.
It's the quiet time that's now, when I sit and just stare; wondering why you have come, and how do I care?
I care about the feelings, that all these people maintain; for I want to do them right, and not look at them in vain.
So I wonder to myself, as you are there listening; I want to be the one, there for the glistening.
It's the smiles that show, the happiness in time; but it's that which I wonder, if it's there just at the chime.
It's the sound of a bell, which can wake people up; but it's you who brings happiness, with the drink of a cup.
So what do I do, how do I be; for I know as it is, he rescued me.
The man on the stage, says to do it again; so I hold that dear, as I pursue this campaign.
It's the future that I look, as I go for change; and meet people of the world, as they see me as strange.
I push on forward, and not looking back; I strive to do right, and fight this attack.11:42 PM 0 comments
Friday, February 1, 2008
Author
There are a decent amount of times in my life when I want to sit down and type/write out every single thought & act that I've ever had or done before. There's so many books that I want to write and put out in the world for that one person's life that I can save and who will contact me later and tell me that it is because of my detailed life story that I decided to express to the world which made them explore the option and come to know Christ. I want to write books on every different topic that has made me who I am today and has forced me to grow because of it. There's other times when I know how overwhelming of a detailed process that it could be to carry out this book task and it is at these times when I may sit down to reach out to some personable individuals on the idea or to see if this process would be beneficial and bring in readers, but it is when I never get a response from people, a sign of disfriendship & personal attack of silence. It is when I sit down in this silence with myself, that I can't help but to let the tears flow; for it is because of the truth that I know in these silent of times that God and I are alone together. The all listening ear. It's silence of others and loudness of truth, that when we are alone, it's this reflection period that is shown. It's this tough love which we do receive in our youth that always has this effect of change and growth and the showing of that who is constant.
There are several types of books that I want to write. Feel free to approach me and see what some of these are. I think that these future books will be full text, different from that of "A Talk With God."
I've had the thought in the past where I could throw myself into a mission field and be comfortable there, but I'm not sure if this is a strong point in me or not....I would never truly know until I got out there and did it. I do know that I would have to be with the right positive force if I did however. I think that this is why I end up coming to writing. I feel that I need to do something more than I am and that maybe I will work magic in this aspect. The major fear of following through with this book task is one in which I witnessed so often growing up. You can spend a great deal of time creating something that you may feel is perfect, when if you never are able to receive this positive reinforcement or a response from the right person, it is then much more difficult to find the motivation to continue such a ministry. So many people have so many failures before they perfect a masterpiece. How in a ministry such as this can you maintain a positive attitude when.
So where do you start, what do you do, where do you go? Do you do it for you? Do it for Them? Do it for Him? How do you decide? Is it free will or his? In the end, I still come up feeling empty and not sure as to if a new road, one not yet fully explored and traveled by myself is a correct destination. It is a decision which will come one day on a whim, I just hope that day isn't too late.1:42 AM 0 comments
Monday, December 31, 2007
Lamentations 3:21-23
21 Yet this I call to mind
and therefore I have hope:
22 Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
23 They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
(Really I like this entire poem, which is the whole third chapter.)11:19 AM 0 comments
Friday, December 28, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
Rob Bell
So I guess that some of the Rob Bell Series has made its way onto the net. Here's the most popular one called rain:
Rain By Rob Bell
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Saturday, April 21, 2007
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(RSS)Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Martin Luther King Jr.: "In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."4:30 PM 0 comments
Friday, May 15, 2009
Smallville Season 8, Episode 19
Lois Lane - Jimmy's not answering his phone and I was wondering perhaps if you knew....
Chloe Sullivan - ...Where my ex was? I thought that's what facebook updates were for?
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Sunday, April 26, 2009
"Throughout life each of us endures both painful hardships and soaring triumphs. Lessons are inherent in each experience if we will only listen. We grow by remaining fully conscious of the gifts we are given. Our responsibility to ourselves and the world is to seek out knowledge and act on what we learn. We must breathe deeply, trust ourselves, be unashamed, and gather strength from the lessons learned on our individual journeys to become whole."
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Sunday, December 14, 2008
An aristocratic love of magnificence was translated into art and with it an entire set of codes establishing aesthetics and values and appropriateness of setting and occasion.8:50 PM 1 comments
Oration on the Dignity of Man
Oration on the Dignity of Man:
Most esteemed Fathers, I have read in the ancient writings of the Arabians that
Abdala the Saracen on being asked what, on this stage, so to say, of the world,
seemed to him most evocative of wonder, replied that there was nothing to be seen
more marvelous than man. And that celebrated exclamation of Hermes
Trismegistus, "What a great miracle is man, Asclepius'' confirms this opinion. And
still, as I reflected upon the basis assigned for these estimations, I was not fully
persuaded by the diverse reasons advanced for the pre-eminence of human nature;
that man is the intermediary between creatures, that he is the familiar of the gods
above him as he is the lord of the beings beneath him; that, by the acuteness of
his senses, the inquiry of his reason and the light of his intelligence, he is the
interpreter of nature, set midway between the timeless unchanging and the flux of
time; the living union (as the Persians say), the very marriage hymn of the world,
and, by David's testimony but little lower than the angels. These reasons are all,
without question, of great weight; nevertheless, they do not touch the principal
reasons, those, that is to say, which justify man's unique right for such unbounded
admiration. Why, I asked, should we not admire the angels themselves and the
beatific choirs more? At long last, however, I feel that I have come to some
understanding of why man is the most fortunate of living things and, consequently,
deserving of all admiration; of what may be the condition in the hierarchy of beings
assigned to him, which draws upon him the envy, not of the brutes alone, but of
the astral beings and of the very intelligences which dwell beyond the confines of
the world. A thing surpassing belief and smiting the soul with wonder. Still, how
could it be otherwise? For it is on this ground that man is, with complete justice,
considered and called a great miracle and a being worthy of all admiration.
Hear then, oh Fathers, precisely what this condition of man is; and in the name of
your humanity, grant me your benign audition as I pursue this theme.
God the Father, the Mightiest Architect, had already raised, according to the
precepts of His hidden wisdom, this world we see, the cosmic dwelling of divinity, a
temple most august. He had already adorned the supercelestial region with
Intelligences, infused the heavenly globes with the life of immortal souls and set the
fermenting dung-heap of the inferior world teeming with every form of animal life.
But when this work was done, the Divine Artificer still longed for some creature
which might comprehend the meaning of so vast an achievement, which might be
moved with love at its beauty and smitten with awe at its grandeur. When,
consequently, all else had been completed (as both Moses and Timaeus testify), in
the very last place, He bethought Himself of bringing forth man. Truth was,
however, that there remained no archetype according to which He might fashion a
new offspring, nor in His treasure-houses the wherewithal to endow a new son with
a fitting inheritance, nor any place, among the seats of the universe, where this
new creature might dispose himself to contemplate the world. All space was already
filled; all things had been distributed in the highest, the middle and the lowest
orders. Still, it was not in the nature of the power of the Father to fail in this last
creative élan; nor was it in the nature of that supreme Wisdom to hesitate through
lack of counsel in so crucial a matter; nor, finally, in the nature of His beneficent
love to compel the creature destined to praise the divine generosity in all other
things to find it wanting in himself.
At last, the Supreme Maker decreed that this creature, to whom He could give
nothing wholly his own, should have a share in the particular endowment of every
other creature. Taking man, therefore, this creature of indeterminate image, He set
him in the middle of the world and thus spoke to him:
"We have given you, O Adam, no visage proper to yourself, nor endowment
properly your own, in order that whatever place, whatever form, whatever gifts you
may, with premeditation, select, these same you may have and possess through
your own judgement and decision. The nature of all other creatures is defined and
restricted within laws which We have laid down; you, by contrast, impeded by no
such restrictions, may, by your own free will, to whose custody We have assigned
you, trace for yourself the lineaments of your own nature. I have placed you at the
very center of the world, so that from that vantage point you may with greater
ease glance round about you on all that the world contains. We have made you a
creature neither of heaven nor of earth, neither mortal nor immortal, in order that
you may, as the free and proud shaper of your own being, fashion yourself in the
form you may prefer. It will be in your power to descend to the lower, brutish
forms of life; you will be able, through your own decision, to rise again to the
superior orders whose life is divine.''
Oh unsurpassed generosity of God the Father, Oh wondrous and unsurpassable
felicity of man, to whom it is granted to have what he chooses, to be what he wills
to be! The brutes, from the moment of their birth, bring with them, as Lucilius
says, ``from their mother's womb'' all that they will ever possess. The highest
spiritual beings were, from the very moment of creation, or soon thereafter, fixed in
the mode of being which would be theirs through measureless eternities. But upon
man, at the moment of his creation, God bestowed seeds pregnant with all
possibilities, the germs of every form of life. Whichever of these a man shall
cultivate, the same will mature and bear fruit in him. If vegetative, he will become
a plant; if sensual, he will become brutish; if rational, he will reveal himself a
heavenly being; if intellectual, he will be an angel and the son of God. And if,
dissatisfied with the lot of all creatures, he should recollect himself into the center
of his own unity, he will there become one spirit with God, in the solitary darkness
of the Father, Who is set above all things, himself transcend all creatures.
Who then will not look with awe upon this our chameleon, or who, at least, will look
with greater admiration on any other being? This creature, man, whom Asclepius
the Athenian, by reason of this very mutability, this nature capable of transforming
itself, quite rightly said was symbolized in the mysteries by the figure of Proteus.
This is the source of those metamorphoses, or transformations, so celebrated
among the Hebrews and among the Pythagoreans; for even the esoteric theology of
the Hebrews at times transforms the holy Enoch into that angel of divinity which is
sometimes called malakh-ha-shekhinah and at other times transforms other
personages into divinities of other names; while the Pythagoreans transform men
guilty of crimes into brutes or even, if we are to believe Empedocles, into plants;
and Mohammed, imitating them, was known frequently to say that the man who
deserts the divine law becomes a brute. And he was right; for it is not the bark that
makes the tree, but its insensitive and unresponsive nature; nor the hide which
makes the beast of burden, but its brute and sensual soul; nor the orbicular form
which makes the heavens, but their harmonious order. Finally, it is not freedom
from a body, but its spiritual intelligence, which makes the angel. If you see a man
dedicated to his stomach, crawling on the ground, you see a plant and not a man;
or if you see a man bedazzled by the empty forms of the imagination, as by the
wiles of Calypso, and through their alluring solicitations made a slave to his own
senses, you see a brute and not a man. If, however, you see a philosopher, judging
and distinguishing all things according to the rule of reason, him shall you hold in
veneration, for he is a creature of heaven and not of earth; if, finally, a pure
contemplator, unmindful of the body, wholly withdrawn into the inner chambers of
the mind, here indeed is neither a creature of earth nor a heavenly creature, but
some higher divinity, clothed in human flesh.
Who then will not look with wonder upon man, upon man who, not without reason
in the sacred Mosaic and Christian writings, is designated sometimes by the term
"all flesh" and sometimes by the term "every creature," because he molds, fashions
and transforms himself into the likeness of all flesh and assumes the characteristic
power of every form of life? This is why Evantes the Persian in his exposition of the
Chaldean theology, writes that man has no inborn and proper semblance, but many
which are extraneous and adventitious: whence the Chaldean saying: "Enosh hu
shinnujim vekammah tebhaoth haj'' --- "man is a living creature of varied,
multiform and ever-changing nature."
But what is the purpose of all this? That we may understand --- since we have been
born into this condition of being what we choose to be --- that we ought to be sure
above all else that it may never be said against us that, born to a high position, we
failed to appreciate it, but fell instead to the estate of brutes and uncomprehending
beasts of burden; and that the saying of Aspah the Prophet, "You are all Gods and
sons of the Most High," might rather be true; and finally that we may not, through
abuse of the generosity of a most indulgent Father, pervert the free option which he
has given us from a saving to a damning gift. Let a certain saving ambition invade
our souls so that, impatient of mediocrity, we pant after the highest things and
(since, if we will, we can) bend all our efforts to their attainment. Let us disdain
things of earth, hold as little worth even the astral orders and, putting behind us all
the things of this world, hasten to that court beyond the world, closest to the most
exalted Godhead. There, as the sacred mysteries tell us, the Seraphim, Cherubim
and Thrones occupy the first places; but, unable to yield to them, and impatient of
any second place, let us emulate their dignity and glory. And, if we will it, we shall
be inferior to them in nothing.8:47 PM 0 comments
The Republic of Plato: An Ideal Commonwealth
"You know also that the beginning is the most important part of any work, especially in the case of a young and tender thing; for that is the time at which the character is being formed and the desired impression is more readily taken."
-The Republic of Plato: An Ideal Commonwealth8:46 PM 0 comments
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
King of Queens: TV Watching
Josh: I would give my left nut for her
Me: Why not your right one?
Josh: Because I'm Right Handed5:14 PM 0 comments
