Many interesting happenings today:
- Waking up at 6:30am to make a rather brilliant brekkie, if I may so myself. Consisting of crepes with a multitude of fruits and cheeses... oh, and real coffee.
- Saw a lot, lot of green today. Haven't seen that much green in so long. My eyes had to take quite a bit of time adjusting. I'm glad I saw it before there was too many changes in colour, even though the colours in April/May in Melbourne make autumn my favourite season here.
- Had a rather traumatic experience in my car. In case people are wondering, it was not an accident, but did give all passengers a mini heart attack. Unbelievable. Seriously. I reckon I deserve a massive pat on the back for being super calm.
- Steak dinner. Three steaks in the last four days. Please do not be too shocked if I turn into a cow by the end of the week.
Moo.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Storytelling.
Once upon a time, there was a pig.
The end.
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I tell this story to kids that ask for a story. Typical conversation goes something like this:
"Tell me a story."
"Sure. Once upon a time, there was a pig.... The end."
"That's not a story!"
"Yes it is! I'll tell it to you again! Listen carefully now... Once upon a time, there was a pig... The end."
"No it's not! Tell me another one!"
"Once upon a time, there was a cow... The end."
etc etc
Indignance aside from it apparently not being a real story, kids seem to love it. Able to go through quite a few animals before the conversation dies down.
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I'm guessing all reading this is 15 or above. If not, feel free to correct me. To you grown people out there, I have a story to tell you...
Once upon a time, there was a pig.
The end.
The end.
###
I tell this story to kids that ask for a story. Typical conversation goes something like this:
"Tell me a story."
"Sure. Once upon a time, there was a pig.... The end."
"That's not a story!"
"Yes it is! I'll tell it to you again! Listen carefully now... Once upon a time, there was a pig... The end."
"No it's not! Tell me another one!"
"Once upon a time, there was a cow... The end."
etc etc
Indignance aside from it apparently not being a real story, kids seem to love it. Able to go through quite a few animals before the conversation dies down.
###
I'm guessing all reading this is 15 or above. If not, feel free to correct me. To you grown people out there, I have a story to tell you...
Once upon a time, there was a pig.
The end.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Nighttime.
Comfort lies at night
Comfort in the dark
Roads deserted, lights off
Hibernating, hiding out
No one watches, no one sees
Masks worn, lies suppressed
There is no morning.
Comfort in the dark
Roads deserted, lights off
Hibernating, hiding out
No one watches, no one sees
Masks worn, lies suppressed
There is no morning.
I prefer something real.
Makes me sick, all that fakeness. Seriously. All this pretending to be a great person with all smiles and cheers and so completely caring about everyone but actually its all one big mask, one big lie.
It's different those who mask their hurt and pain with smiles and cheers. That's slightly more understandable. But when it's outright lying in your face, shut the door and then the attitude completely changes, seriously, get a life.
I prefer something real.
Of course, that's if reality means something. One of Pierre Bordeaux's key anthropological concepts was illusio as illusion - life is not intrinsically meaningful but society distributes the meaning of life. To be or not to be is not the question, as being is not an either/or. Being is accumluated, both quantiatively (more stuff) and qualitatively (greater intensity).
Human beings. That's what we are, supposedly.
Perhaps reality does not mean anything for you. But if occupy reality, which unfortunately you do, you take a position in reality.
You want to be fake?
I prefer something real.
It's different those who mask their hurt and pain with smiles and cheers. That's slightly more understandable. But when it's outright lying in your face, shut the door and then the attitude completely changes, seriously, get a life.
I prefer something real.
Of course, that's if reality means something. One of Pierre Bordeaux's key anthropological concepts was illusio as illusion - life is not intrinsically meaningful but society distributes the meaning of life. To be or not to be is not the question, as being is not an either/or. Being is accumluated, both quantiatively (more stuff) and qualitatively (greater intensity).
Human beings. That's what we are, supposedly.
Perhaps reality does not mean anything for you. But if occupy reality, which unfortunately you do, you take a position in reality.
You want to be fake?
I prefer something real.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
The weather.
Is it the rain on the windscreen?
Is it the tears?
Who knows?
Who cares?
Stillness is in the air.
Is it the tears?
Who knows?
Who cares?
Stillness is in the air.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Mar 4, '09
It was a bad day.
Nothing bad happened. In fact, quite the contrary. Quite a lot of interesting things happened.
e.g. I went to the Toyota factory and saw cars being made.
e.g. A random stranger told me his sad love story.
e.g. I got my first urgent phone call from work at 9:30pm.
e.g. Multiple entertaining dinner guests.
One of those days when profanity after profanity comes rocketing through the head. Driving in the rain without wipers and not noticing at all. The perpetual headache. Back pain.
I know it is very unhealthy to keep this much anger inside. Anger that is not allowed to be expressed. And hence writing here, being free to post whatever frustrations talking to no one in particular, is the consolation.
A long long time ago, I threw apples in Princes Park.
A not too long time ago, I threw mugs at my wall.
Today, I was told to take up boxing.
Background.Noise.
Crack.
Nothing bad happened. In fact, quite the contrary. Quite a lot of interesting things happened.
e.g. I went to the Toyota factory and saw cars being made.
e.g. A random stranger told me his sad love story.
e.g. I got my first urgent phone call from work at 9:30pm.
e.g. Multiple entertaining dinner guests.
One of those days when profanity after profanity comes rocketing through the head. Driving in the rain without wipers and not noticing at all. The perpetual headache. Back pain.
I know it is very unhealthy to keep this much anger inside. Anger that is not allowed to be expressed. And hence writing here, being free to post whatever frustrations talking to no one in particular, is the consolation.
A long long time ago, I threw apples in Princes Park.
A not too long time ago, I threw mugs at my wall.
Today, I was told to take up boxing.
Background.Noise.
Crack.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Mar 3, 2009
a. I realize I am not particularly regular in replying to comments. I will attempt to do better. Thus, in response to Pete's comment re: pervious post "Just for clarity, were the last couple of lines specifically about Jesus or a generalisation from the point made at the sermon?" The answer would probably be both. Jesus first, then extrapolate outwards as appropriate.
b. Cycling back home in the rain, wind and cold. Seeing topless people outside the house, smoking, seemingly oblivious to the weather conditions. Walk into the house, housemate's first words, "How did you not die in the rain?" Melbourne weather, I know I refer to it now and again, but seriously, it's crazy recently.
c. I have a new survival tool that goes by the name Maccas Cappucino.
d. Keep at it. Invent a cheer squad in your head when you want to give up.
e. More than the minimum.
f. Beyond Compliance.
g. Dandy...?
b. Cycling back home in the rain, wind and cold. Seeing topless people outside the house, smoking, seemingly oblivious to the weather conditions. Walk into the house, housemate's first words, "How did you not die in the rain?" Melbourne weather, I know I refer to it now and again, but seriously, it's crazy recently.
c. I have a new survival tool that goes by the name Maccas Cappucino.
d. Keep at it. Invent a cheer squad in your head when you want to give up.
e. More than the minimum.
f. Beyond Compliance.
g. Dandy...?
Monday, March 2, 2009
Hope.
Disclaimer: Contents below pertain to religion. If offended by religious ideas, please refrainer from reading. Thanks.
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Been going to a different church service lately. Yesterday, the sermon was on 1 Thessalonians 4. There were some interesting points... some of the thoughts that were jumbling about in my mind from the sermon are as follows...
Hope these days often refers to a wishful sort of dream. "I hope the chicken tonight turns out alright", "I hope my footy team wins this weekend", "I hope to have a secure future". None of this is certain, none of it is for sure. On the other hand, according to the sermon last night, hope in the Hebrew text, referred to a certainty, guaranteed by God.
I reckon few would argue with the fact that the world is broken. Some know this brokeness more than others. Bad stuff happens. But because of hope, things will be ok.
But... things will be ok not because you'll get another job. Things will not be ok because you'll get over it. Things will be ok not because time heals.
Things will be ok because of the certainty we have in the Lord Jesus. It doesn't depend on if we are alive or not, it depends on the eternal life that hinges on the resurection.
The greatest gift in the world, offered to us. What are the chances?
***
I must say, I believe this sometimes more than others. If you're reading this and think I'm insane, don't worry, I reckon I see where you're coming from. I know though, that one cannot keep living without hope. It appears common to invent a hope, invent a purpose, just to make life worth living.
Some days I feel like I'm making it up. Some days I feel like I'm just trying to fool myself.
Today I actually believe it.
***
Been going to a different church service lately. Yesterday, the sermon was on 1 Thessalonians 4. There were some interesting points... some of the thoughts that were jumbling about in my mind from the sermon are as follows...
Hope these days often refers to a wishful sort of dream. "I hope the chicken tonight turns out alright", "I hope my footy team wins this weekend", "I hope to have a secure future". None of this is certain, none of it is for sure. On the other hand, according to the sermon last night, hope in the Hebrew text, referred to a certainty, guaranteed by God.
I reckon few would argue with the fact that the world is broken. Some know this brokeness more than others. Bad stuff happens. But because of hope, things will be ok.
But... things will be ok not because you'll get another job. Things will not be ok because you'll get over it. Things will be ok not because time heals.
Things will be ok because of the certainty we have in the Lord Jesus. It doesn't depend on if we are alive or not, it depends on the eternal life that hinges on the resurection.
The greatest gift in the world, offered to us. What are the chances?
***
I must say, I believe this sometimes more than others. If you're reading this and think I'm insane, don't worry, I reckon I see where you're coming from. I know though, that one cannot keep living without hope. It appears common to invent a hope, invent a purpose, just to make life worth living.
Some days I feel like I'm making it up. Some days I feel like I'm just trying to fool myself.
Today I actually believe it.
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