tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79446961907254354892024-03-13T13:54:33.098-07:00these paper bullets of the brainAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.comBlogger216125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-53668441699190358132013-01-19T10:07:00.002-08:002013-01-19T10:09:22.836-08:00From the blog The Upside Down World, About Those Tickled Ears:
God is good. Better than you can imagine. In him there is no dark. There
is no suffering. All has been forgiven and paid for on the cross. There
is no fear in his presence. There is nothing that can threaten him. He
doesn’t need our protection. He is love. If you want to follow him,
learn how to love. No matter the cost. Over Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-51105608466847847392012-12-24T20:43:00.000-08:002012-12-25T00:44:29.575-08:00Merry Christmas Eve
This year's Christmas is very odd for me. I've been doing all of this reflecting and thinking about my beliefs in the last year. And I love the season, but I haven't thought of the religiosity of it this year. Not until this weekend. Then here it is, right in my face, CHRISTMAS.
What I wish Christmas was like.
I love Christmas because of the twinkle lights, the Christmas tree smell in theAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-55310230993507089412012-12-06T00:45:00.003-08:002012-12-06T01:02:47.637-08:00Interruptions to the Creed seriesAnd no, I don't mean Creed as in the 'can you take me higher' stuff.
I mean, this exploration of me trying to understand the Nicene Creed and my own current belief system.
This is an interruption in several ways.
I've been super busy and haven't had the time to write down my thoughts.
My personal down time from being busy has been consumed by reading lots and lots of interesting articles Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-86146637980565664042012-12-04T23:46:00.002-08:002012-12-04T23:46:38.379-08:00
I love this. I want to have that kind of sass.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-49655552474705632652012-11-14T09:23:00.004-08:002012-11-14T09:29:25.395-08:00The Nicene Jesus, Part 1 of 4We believe in one Lord, Jesus Christ,the only Son of God,eternally begotten of the Father,God from God, Light from Light,true God from true God,
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This upcoming section is the bulk of the Nicene Creed. It's all about Jesus. God the 'Father' gets five lines, the Holy Spirit gets four lines, and four lines for 'miscellaneous.'
How many does Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-30389280868779216572012-10-31T12:14:00.001-07:002012-11-02T11:44:28.866-07:00God the 'Father'
We believe in one God,the Father, the Almighty,maker of heaven and earth,of all that is,seen and unseen.
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We believe in one God
Really, this seems quite straight forward. But there are so many, many assumptions.
'One God': yes, I believe in one God. But I think that humans call 'him' many things. I see more God in my agnostic/Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-41723892704680763542012-10-31T01:20:00.000-07:002012-11-02T11:45:30.564-07:00an experiment in belief
I have not posted on here in nearly a year. It's been over a year since I've written. My, how things change.
My thoughts and beliefs have changed so much in this period of time that I feel the desire to write here again. To express things that are difficult to put into words. Because the fact of the matter is, I'm not sure that I'm really a Christian anymore, or that I know what that word meansAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-37040556956312223882011-11-16T22:56:00.001-08:002011-11-16T22:56:42.278-08:00Ingrid is the BESTAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-65395832443164833622011-10-12T21:31:00.000-07:002011-10-12T21:31:11.101-07:00It's time for a revolution!Speech by Slavoj Zizek from Liberty Square, New York on October 9, 2011
#occupy
Video of the speech part 1
Video of the speech part 2
…2008 financial crash more hard earned private property was destroyed than if all of us here were to be destroying it night and day for weeks. They tell you we are dreamers. The true dreamers are those who think things can go on indefinitely the way they are. WeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-2287998263527295502011-09-22T22:04:00.001-07:002011-09-22T22:37:42.304-07:00The choices we make and the actions we take are the ones that define who we are.
To drunk text or not to drunk text?
The answer is of course NOT. But it is tempting.
Now mind you, I'm not actually drunk, I'm having a glass of wine while I read Portrait of a Lady, of which I will be designing a stage adaptation of the book later this school year. Tonight the alcohol is enhancing the emotions I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-59965278780537489252011-06-30T20:30:00.000-07:002011-06-30T20:30:22.268-07:00AmazingDirected by Tony Kelly for American Apparel from Tony Kelly Photography on Vimeo.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-83702129597591381172011-06-27T00:58:00.000-07:002011-06-27T00:58:20.213-07:00I hate it when in romantic comedies, the couple that finally resolves their issues in the end almost always kisses in front of a crowd and then everyone applauds.
WHO ACTUALLY DOES THAT?
Except maybe a bride and groom at their own wedding, I can't think of any real life examples of when it's ever appropriate or not awkward.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-4849572824604249582011-06-11T10:38:00.000-07:002011-06-11T10:38:37.590-07:00pokeWhat is the purpose of a facebook poke? I find it very confusing.There are currently three people poking me: Ruth, my sister, and a guy I knew from Redlands.
My feelings about the pokes:Ruth: well, it makes me smile when I see that she has poked me, because she is a few thousand miles away and I miss my best friend. We poke each other about once a week, which seems to be an appropriate amount of Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-31490519081309660142011-03-31T11:27:00.000-07:002011-03-31T11:27:12.344-07:00never been betterI started the Body for Life program on Wednesday, March 9th. Three weeks later and I have never felt better in my life.
I'm cooking and eating really healthy
I never realized how tasty the weird looking vegetables are
I gained an inch of muscle on my biceps!
My self-esteem is probably the best it's been all my life
Cooking (instead of running to the cafeteria at school) is actually faster, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-84655373666282492792011-02-24T21:53:00.000-08:002011-02-24T21:53:12.559-08:00OOH EMM GEENew favorite blog has to be WhatTheJazz.com. Why? Where else on the internet are you going to get an RSS feed on stuff like this:
Yeah. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-42711702457136595882011-02-22T00:17:00.000-08:002011-02-22T00:17:07.212-08:00Where did my heart go? It's been three and a half years since it skipped a beat for anyone. Where has it gone?
Perhaps it went for a swim in the depths of the Mariana Trench and got lost. Or maybe it hitch hiked its way through the Rockies and got bit by poisonous snake. Or maybe it's been spending all its gold on fortifying the castle walls.
I miss that playful joyful skip.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-14064528151953271512011-02-21T22:39:00.000-08:002011-02-21T22:42:21.436-08:00definitions
Church Harem \ˈchərch ˈher-əm\ -noun
Contemporary (primarily evangelical) Christian worship team comprised of male instrument players and female singers. Male leader must play guitar. Common attributes among the females: unnecessary six-part harmonies, color coordinated t-shirts, and excessive vibrato. Prayers in between songs that involve the word "just" are very common.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-11299364726803772172011-02-02T09:51:00.000-08:002011-02-02T09:52:14.772-08:00neeeeergadergI should have brought my big fluffy robe to school with me. Because it would help me feel a little less like crying today. Why? Because I have less than a week to come up with some brilliant design for Romeo and Juliet and I want something to wrap around my body and encase me in some kind of comfort. Maybe that's why I also really want to buy that Tenth Doctor coat.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-81406243509443487952011-01-06T09:47:00.000-08:002011-01-06T13:21:50.707-08:00RIP Opera ProjectAfter a long hard struggle, the Opera Project at CalArts has finally breathed its last. It went into a coma three months ago, when it was brutally beaten in a back alley by the School of Music. It awoke again, a week later, but it was never the same. It had trouble communicating. No one quite understood this new opera. Only a month later it was on its way home from the hospital when the School ofAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-75745604893335961362010-12-14T15:48:00.000-08:002010-12-14T15:48:21.739-08:00broken and beautiful
This lovely little creature was on my car's hood today. It was lying on its side, its wings a little worse for wear. I helped it stand up with an index card I dug out of my glove box. Broken, but beautiful. A little bit like me.
I left it in a eucalyptus tree next to the parking lot before I drove away. I don't know how long it will stay alive. But that's the way life is. We're born, we die,Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-79175977532806762962010-11-24T12:41:00.000-08:002010-11-24T12:41:07.863-08:00they're hereWhen I was a kid, I used to think that when I couldn't find my parents that the rapture had happened without me. Now in kid time, 30 seconds can seem like several minutes. I used to be truly terrified that I was left behind and would have to fend for myself.
Today this fear manifested itself in a different way. I am currently in Redlands at my mom's house, waiting for my mom to get off work. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-59353612928006122832010-11-20T02:08:00.000-08:002010-11-20T02:08:09.444-08:00Let the Rain by Sara BareillesThis song feels the way life has felt lately.
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I wish I were pretty
I wish I were brave
If I owned this city
Then I'd make it behave
And if I were fearless
Then I'd speak my truth
And the world would hear this
That's what I wish I'd do, yeah
If my hands could hold them you'd see
I'd take all these secrets in me
And I'd move and mold them to be
Something I'd set free
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-8947084695511046172010-11-13T21:37:00.000-08:002010-11-13T21:37:16.925-08:00Flesh-Eating TigersI saw a play tonight that did everything that I had wanted to accomplish with Love Me Dead.
It blew me away. The writing was so perfect, the characters perfectly imperfect, and the structure so very non existent. Wonderful. I can't help but feel a little jealous that she did so much in those 75 minutes of glorious complex vague words, but I also know that the writer probably has had more life Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-81214670069835909252010-10-28T14:34:00.000-07:002010-10-28T14:36:38.659-07:00catsDo you ever think it weird when cats stare at you when you walk across a room? They never move their eyes, only their heads. Sitting perfectly still, with a tail wrapped around their feet, and only the head moves. Are they a secret spy for the KGB here to watch my every move?
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944696190725435489.post-15980461901139409502010-09-07T23:34:00.000-07:002010-09-07T23:34:59.485-07:00Jane vs the WorldSometimes I fancy my life is not so different from Jane Austen's.
She had her flirtations (Tom Lefroy, though there are likely others) and so have I (Matt and Matt).
She settled on a younger man, then changed her mind (Harris Bigg-Wither) and so did I (Darren).
She made her own clothes, and so do I.
The Mysterious Suitor-by-the-Sea, well, nothing can quite match that story.
Cassandra only Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029768011509689160noreply@blogger.com0