Monday, 02 November 2009

Wednesday, 28 October 2009

  • thoughts on truth

    Whether it's political speeches, inspirational books, end-time theology, conspiracy theory, or climate change...
    I feel like I've heard it all.  Everyone thinks they're right, and everyone thinks they can back it up.

    And, frankly, I've shut down somewhat.  I'm not likely to enter a debate because
    1.  I'm not an expert on very much.
    2.  I'm not very good at oral communication. 
    3.  I'm very unlikely to change my mind.

    I realize that that would be very unfair...I'm sorry.

    And, as I listen/read...I try to sort out the truth  What is "the way it is?"

    Emotion...mostly doesn't effect me.  I'm the cold heartless one trying to figure out what would happen if one exception became the rule.  I understand that it matters...but I'm also trying to look past the emotion.  (<sarcasm>Yeah, really helps when I'm discussing things with my wife. </sarcasm>)

    Eloquence...just because you are good at defending it...just because you sound like you're Moses coming off the mountain...that in-and-of-itself doesn't make your bill-of-goods the Ten Commandments.  What if it was someone else making the same case?  Would I believe you then?

    Am I perfectly filtering the truth?  Not even close.
    Am I tossing out the baby with the bathwater?  Maybe.

    But...like a Roman governor once asked..."quid est veritas?"

    (And, by the way
    * No you can't
    * Just because it's a best-seller does not mean that God's like that
    * God wins.  Devil goes to hell.
    * Oswald acted alone
    * Is minimal effect worth large-scale economic change?)

Monday, 26 October 2009

  • One word: plastics.

    The Sound Of Silence
    P. Simon, 1964

    Hello darkness, my old friend
    I've come to talk with you again
    Because a vision softly creeping
    Left its seeds while I was sleeping
    And the vision that was planted in my brain
    Still remains
    Within the sound of silence

    In restless dreams I walked alone
    Narrow streets of cobblestone
    'Neath the halo of a street lamp
    I turn my collar to the cold and damp
    When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
    That split the night
    And touched the sound of silence

    And in the naked light I saw
    Ten thousand people maybe more
    People talking without speaking
    People hearing without listening
    People writing songs that voices never shared
    No one dared
    Disturb the sound of silence

    "Fools," said I, "you do not know
    Silence like a cancer grows
    Hear my words that I might teach you
    Take my arms that I might reach you"
    But my words like silent raindrops fell
    And echoed in the wells of silence

    And the people bowed and prayed
    To the neon god they made
    And the sign flashed out its warning
    In the words that it was forming
    And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
    And tenement halls
    And whispered in the sound of silence

  • Half blogs

    I could blog about my thoughts on religion, emotion, and "everything happens for a reason."  Never finished that one.
    I could blog about the drama in my (blank)...but I'd rather not.  Let him who is without sin cast the first stone, or stones and glass houses, or stones and Steven...
    I could blog about the Chiefs, and their crazy running back...but that's depressing.  #chiefssuck.

    Forty replies for my comment about the Duggars (featuring a Xangalebrity.)
    Twenty-nine replies for my latest post on Datingish about competitiveness
    Six replies for my post on BFN "do you give or receive more Xanga comments?"

    Cue the MondayMelody.

Thursday, 22 October 2009

  • Wednesday? Monday? Friday?

    I don't know how to remember what day of the week it is.

    After a few wins in Pizza Box Football, I lost a close one to my wife 31-24.  Halftime score: Ivy 16, Steven 14.  A turnover-full 3rd quarter, with 4 turnovers, a punt, and a go-ahead field goal...followed by domination by Ivy in the 4th quarter, as a TD+2 and a TD+1 sealed the deal.  I got a TD in the last few minutes, then picked off a pass...but my last-chance drill was a handful of incomplete passes.

    Currently, Ivy's moved from a "throw long passes all day" offense to a more balanced offense, while my "West Coast / short passes all day" also went to "run short-pass run short-pass throw in a long-pass for variety."

    She almost never punts or attempts a kicked PAT.  4th-and-17, go for it!  Got the first touchdown, go for 2!

    We're about even...I think next week we'll start keeping track.

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    • Birthday: 11/23/1980
    • Gender: Male
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