accumulated thoughts
I long for an iPhone, because I realized that I spend a lot of my day mentally transcribing LJ posts which never make it to the screen. I ramble constantly with the intent of putting it here, but most never make it, and then you lose out on helpful information like what I bought at the fancy market.
(which included, but was not limited to, lamb marinated in mint and rosemary, and a cheese call Harvati which made my week quite enjoyable. Infact it was so good I command you to get up right now and go buy some. Stop reading and go to a cheese store, and refuse to leave until they give you some Havarti, and then get a ham to slice down to make sandwiches. You might as well stop at a bakery to for some nice marbled rye or pumpernickel to enjoy it with.)
I'm slipping into my forgetfulness, like nice big sweater that looks ugly but feels nice. I'm starting to believe my life has always been this. It's that sweet dangerous feeling of a long drug induced sleep.
School seems to make the weeks pass faster. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I leave my apartment at 7am, and don't make it back home till 11pm. It's worth it, I hope. Finally having career goals, aside from writing, makes it seem easier to commit my life to school.
The Classes
Faith& Justice:
It's not that I don't think the teacher is nice, or that the course has merit, but the books are simply Christian/catholic propaganda. I refuse to accept the pretense that Christianity is synonymous with philanthropy, good will towards others, and selflessness. I'm not saying some Christians aren't some or all of those things, I'm saying that too many aren't. And the worst is that the ones that aren't shout out the voices of their better angels.
Just because Jesus laid out to love thy neighbor, doesn't make it happen, especially if your neighbor is a gay Muslim abortion doctor. Speaking of Muslims, the Koran lays out very important tenets of charity and goodwill also, but for some odd reason, we don't view them as the ultimate in charity and kindness either.
One of my books outlines how Catholicism's campaign of Social Justice is their "best kept secret". A secret kept so well, that no one knew about it as they stood idly buy while 6 million Jews were murdered.
Another text books rails against the rich for donating money after tragedies like earthquakes and tsunamis, saying often that they get recognition or advancement for this charity. Guess What? There is no such thing as charity, because even the most selfless acts, bring some measure of hope, joy, or love to the person committing them. You don't want money? You want solidarity. That's fine, but don't fuck it up for the people who could use bottled water and food.
Ok I'm done ranting for the moment, I get too angry at false piety.
Shakespeare: The Early Works
My Shakespeare class is brilliant. My teacher looks like the stepfather from Shawn of the Dead, but is completely insane. The class consists of him ranting and quoting and having imaginary fights between him and an imaginary wife. Example to follow (taken from class last night)
"What do you want to do?" Imaginary wife "Oh you don't want to do that. Wouldn't you rather?"
"No, I wouldn't. I just told you what I want to do."
"Wouldn't you rather go tot he symphony?" "
"No, I'd rather drop ecstasy and not know where I am."
For real. In class.
But he's also brilliant, and able to draw attention to themes throughout all literature and the current texts.
I just got back from lunch and told a brief version of my experience at the republic of Ghana's embassy in the Czech republic, and it hits me for the hundredth time - I've really led a weird life thus far. What am I doing hanging around a phone room at a fertility clinic. Now the rational answer is that this is a means to an end, but if nothing else shouldn't people be paying money to study my brain?
Okay I know there was more but I can't think, I'm too cold and my head is starting to act up again.
Until next time my faithful children.
(which included, but was not limited to, lamb marinated in mint and rosemary, and a cheese call Harvati which made my week quite enjoyable. Infact it was so good I command you to get up right now and go buy some. Stop reading and go to a cheese store, and refuse to leave until they give you some Havarti, and then get a ham to slice down to make sandwiches. You might as well stop at a bakery to for some nice marbled rye or pumpernickel to enjoy it with.)
I'm slipping into my forgetfulness, like nice big sweater that looks ugly but feels nice. I'm starting to believe my life has always been this. It's that sweet dangerous feeling of a long drug induced sleep.
School seems to make the weeks pass faster. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I leave my apartment at 7am, and don't make it back home till 11pm. It's worth it, I hope. Finally having career goals, aside from writing, makes it seem easier to commit my life to school.
The Classes
Faith& Justice:
It's not that I don't think the teacher is nice, or that the course has merit, but the books are simply Christian/catholic propaganda. I refuse to accept the pretense that Christianity is synonymous with philanthropy, good will towards others, and selflessness. I'm not saying some Christians aren't some or all of those things, I'm saying that too many aren't. And the worst is that the ones that aren't shout out the voices of their better angels.
Just because Jesus laid out to love thy neighbor, doesn't make it happen, especially if your neighbor is a gay Muslim abortion doctor. Speaking of Muslims, the Koran lays out very important tenets of charity and goodwill also, but for some odd reason, we don't view them as the ultimate in charity and kindness either.
One of my books outlines how Catholicism's campaign of Social Justice is their "best kept secret". A secret kept so well, that no one knew about it as they stood idly buy while 6 million Jews were murdered.
Another text books rails against the rich for donating money after tragedies like earthquakes and tsunamis, saying often that they get recognition or advancement for this charity. Guess What? There is no such thing as charity, because even the most selfless acts, bring some measure of hope, joy, or love to the person committing them. You don't want money? You want solidarity. That's fine, but don't fuck it up for the people who could use bottled water and food.
Ok I'm done ranting for the moment, I get too angry at false piety.
Shakespeare: The Early Works
My Shakespeare class is brilliant. My teacher looks like the stepfather from Shawn of the Dead, but is completely insane. The class consists of him ranting and quoting and having imaginary fights between him and an imaginary wife. Example to follow (taken from class last night)
"What do you want to do?" Imaginary wife "Oh you don't want to do that. Wouldn't you rather?"
"No, I wouldn't. I just told you what I want to do."
"Wouldn't you rather go tot he symphony?" "
"No, I'd rather drop ecstasy and not know where I am."
For real. In class.
But he's also brilliant, and able to draw attention to themes throughout all literature and the current texts.
I just got back from lunch and told a brief version of my experience at the republic of Ghana's embassy in the Czech republic, and it hits me for the hundredth time - I've really led a weird life thus far. What am I doing hanging around a phone room at a fertility clinic. Now the rational answer is that this is a means to an end, but if nothing else shouldn't people be paying money to study my brain?
Okay I know there was more but I can't think, I'm too cold and my head is starting to act up again.
Until next time my faithful children.