Revolt!!!

Tonight we had our revolution. And I really wanted to give a shout out to Dr. Mashburn for being not only a good sport, but more like a enthusiastic participant. I really enjoyed the rebellion even though our demands were not met. It is so bizarre to go from the strict private school I came from to here, both are private and Christian, but that is where the similarities end. This is my last blog so I just wanted to thank everyone for the stress and the fun. The stress because that is how you grow. Fun because who doesn't want to have fun? So thanks again.

Dearly Beloved, We are Gathered...

Prostitution and marriage, they are similar, but they also have major differences. They are similar in that they are not always by free will, and it can be only for personal gain and not love. When I think prostitution and marriage I think about arranged marriages and sex trafficking, none of those girls have a say in what happens to them, but in the end almost the same thing happens to them. Typically they end up with some man who doesn't love them, and all they care about is getting their money's worth. But if you use what marriage is suppose to be like then you have a completely different picture, you have a man and a woman who truly love each other and aren't just together till something better comes along. Most prostitutes start out just until something else turns up, they think they have no skill for a different job, or like Mrs. Warren the other job is harder and doesn't pay as well. In the end you have really more like three kinds of matrimonial bonds; real marriage, where you enrich your life and someone else indefinitely, prostitution, where there is no false faces to what you have, and a sugar spouse, where you marry for money or security.

Its All Relative

It is said that you can't pick your family, but I say why not. You can't chose who you are born to, but I know lots of people who are adopted, they were chosen. You pick your friends or they pick you. And are friends not just extended family, I know mine are. People disown family members all the time. There are fathers and mothers who never know their children, though they might even live with them. Every year hundreds of children are neglected by their biological parents and they're care is taken over by often times by complete strangers. If you can disown and be adopted why not be able to chose your family? One of the plus side to choosing your family is you can add to it all the time.

Your Mom

We have been reading about different kinds of mothers in our readings lately. Rodin's mom loved him and worried about him constantly, then there is Mrs. Warren a pimpet who tries to act motherly, but is really nothing like her daughter and is just wasting both of their time. Talking about mothers makes me think about my mom. My mom would be a mix of the two, my mom is amazingly loving and she would sacrifice everything for me, but she is also practical, though she would never own a brothel. Families are so important, most people will agree that the father is the head of the house, but when mom is not happy, then no one is happy.

A Love Revalution

Two nights ago I went to the Chris and Conrad concert and the idea of a love revolution stuck with me. If you were to have a revolution they are usually sudden and violent. If you were to have a love revolution, would you revolt against it? Or for it? Would you change everything about it? Or is it just a change of how you do something, but do it lovingly?
The revolution out of love reminds me of what Martin Luther King said about bad laws, that you defie them openly and lovingly then accept the consequences. I think he was right, if we have a problem this sounds like the best way to deal with an opposite oppinion.
I agree that we are standing on the edge of this revalution. I know I'm sick and tired of all the garbage we're fed about love and how things are "suppose" to be. I know that dating is fun and its nice to have a "significant other" but who says you have to hold hands, kiss, or sleep together by a certain time. Who made up all these stupid rules about how things ought to be? Its time to revolt against these expectations and redefine Love in a manner that pleases God and is how He created it to be.

Where oh where art thou sanity

As I was reading "Crime and Punishment" I couldn't help, but wonder was Raskolnikov insane? He seemed to have his sanity for the most part at first. Then as he contemplates killing the old woman he becomes disillusioned. After he actually commits the crime he seems to lose all touch of reality and becomes extremely paranoid. Later his paranoia causes people to actually suspect him. After this he goes in and out of rational thought and I had trouble trying to decide if the story ends with him having his sanity or not. What do you think?

broken

It has been an interesting week, we've talked about sincerity, love, originality, and urns. All this together reminds me of a Hawk Nelson song from their cd Letters to the President.
"Broken words said to me these broken mirrors make it hard to see. Does anyone feel the same? I some help, I need some change. Broken dreams and broken hearts You broke my trust right from the start. How am I suppose to feel when nothing is ever real?" Hawk Nelson really is a great band. I don't have anything to say that hasn't been said, but I mean what I say and I pray that, that will be enough for the urn that will depict my life.

High or not

I know that we discussed whether Khan was high or not and the general public said not, but I still disagree. The beginning of the poem is disaganized and seems like a crazy dream, its not till the end does he pull it all back together. In the little behind the scenes piece that was given to us he admits that he had to leave for a time and do something else, I believe thats when the drugs wore off and he came back and wrapped up the poem with his forgetting the dream.


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Is every unjust act unjust?

Today in Philo. we are talking about Socrates' decision to not escape from prison and to die. He explained to Crito that no unjust act can be justified with another unjust act. I was thinking about whether the situation determines the action just or unjust or is the action itself determine its justice. I realize that in a way this is just a circular argument; God very clearly says what is acceptable and what is not, but then He tells His people to go and defies these laws. In these instances they have direct orders from God to defy His laws, but would that not go to prove that actions can be determined just or unjust by the situation.

Is it worth it?

In Philo. we talked about Socrates' decision to not escape from prison and to die. And how every action was either just or unjust and how they are defined. He said that he had to die because he had been sentenced to die, even though he was wrongly sentenced. His friend had everything arranged so he could escape and not die, but he felt that his honor and teachings were more important than his life. I am not sure what I think, I can understand that leaving undermines everything that he was talking about, but what good are you dead? Since we still learn about him today I'm going to say he made the right chioce.

friends fun and freedom

Today was Labor Day and it seemed only fitting to reflect on all I have and the cost to receive them. I personally enjoy almost every freedom this country offers and all I did to earn these rights or privileges was to be born here and pay taxes. I have been blessed beyound all expectations or right. I have never fought for this country, or served in an office, I have never done any great heroic act, and yet God has seen it fit to bless me with more than what I would consider my share of happiness. I don't know why God is so gracious or why He chose me to be one of His children, but I thank Him for it and hope you feel the same.

Encouragement from Switchfoot

Bleeding thoughts
Cracking boulder
Don't fall over

Fake your laughter
Burn the tear
Sing it louder
Twist and shout

Way up here
We stand on shoulders
Growing colder

Laugh or cry
I won't mind
Sing it louder
Twist and shout

Immovable shadows
The concrete girl
They'll rock your world to nothing

And they're swimming around again, again
And they're swimming around
The concrete girl

Catch your breath like four-leaf clover
Hand it over

Scream to no one
Take your time
Sing it louder
Twist and shout

Nothing to run from is worse than nothing
And all your fears of nothing

And they're swimming around again, again
And they're swimming around
The concrete girl

Concrete girl don't fall down
In this broken world around you
Concrete girl don't fall down
Don't fall down my concrete girl

Don't stop thinking
Don't stop feeling now

One step away from where we were
One step back to nothing
And we're standing on top of our hopes and fears
And we're fighting for words now concrete girl

And we're swimming around again, again
And we're swimming around now
Concrete girl

Concrete girl don't fall down in this broken world around you
Concrete girl don't fall down
Don't fall down my concrete girl

Concrete girl don't fall down in this concrete world around you
Concrete girl don't fall down
Don't break down my concrete girl

"Concrete Girl" by switchfoot

Candide

I have read many books and short stories in my life, but none are as depressing or as funny as Candide. I'm not sure that it was intended to be funny, but the writing style and word choice is what makes it funny to me. It is lines like this one that make this story funny,
"I am the best natured creature in the world, and yet I have already killed three men, and of thees three two were preists." Good thing he isn't bad tempered, or he could fight the whole war himself.