Friday, December 5, 2008

Mas Musica

So this time around we have, first off, Oasis' All Around the World, which is just an amazing song. At over 9 mins long, it's quite a porker, but it's still amazing.
Second, Snow Patrol and Lifeboats, off of their new album "Hundred Million Suns". This album was a whole lot better than "Eyes Open" prolly simply because it's a bit more mature. Lifeboats is a pretty sweet song.
Next, another Oasis song. Just because Oasis is that cool. "Acquiesce" is great, from the dissonant intro to the raging guitar. Worth a listen.
Fourth, Three Doors Down, with "Let Me Go". Just because I can.
And lastly, I'm bringing back Bon Jovi's "Blaze of Glory". This is the song I want played at my

Friday, November 21, 2008


So check this out:
I'm a lefty. Which, at times, can be a bit difficult, to be truthful. For example, sitting next to a righty at a dinner table is a little awkward (bumping elbows isn't fun), and whenever I go up to a white board I have to position myself in a strange way so that other people can see my writing. I can't use scissors, which sucks. But being a lefty has its perks.
Yay! Scholarships for lefties!
We have our own day...
And, we're just smarter.
So take that, world. Once again, a minority has owned you. Literally.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

God Bless America

Democracy has taken its course and has come to a decisive conclusion.

Barak Obama is, by the choice of the people of the United States of America, the next president.

For good or for evil, for better or for worse, Barak Obama is my president.

May God bless him, and give him the wisdom necessary to rule this nation.

"And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose" (Romans 8:28).

Romans 13

Be Subject to Government
1Every person is to be in subjection to the governing authorities For there is no authority except from God, and those which exist are established by God.

2Therefore whoever resists authority has opposed the ordinance of God; and they who have opposed will receive condemnation upon themselves.

3For rulers are not a cause of fear for good behavior, but for evil. Do you want to have no fear of authority? Do what is good and you will have praise from the same;

4for it is a minister of God to you for good. But if you do what is evil, be afraid; for it does not bear the sword for nothing; for it is a minister of God, an avenger who brings wrath on the one who practices evil.

5Therefore it is necessary to be in subjection, not only because of wrath, but also for conscience' sake.

6For because of this you also pay taxes, for rulers are servants of God, devoting themselves to this very thing.

7Render to all what is due them: tax to whom tax is due; custom to whom custom; fear to whom fear; honor to whom honor.

8Owe nothing to anyone except to love one another; for he who loves his neighbor has fulfilled the law.

9For this, "YOU SHALL NOT COMMIT ADULTERY, YOU SHALL NOT MURDER, YOU SHALL NOT STEAL, YOU SHALL NOT COVET," and if there is any other commandment, it is summed up in this saying, "YOU SHALL LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR AS YOURSELF."

10Love does no wrong to a neighbor; therefore love is the fulfillment of the law.

11Do this, knowing the time, that it is already the hour for you to awaken from sleep; for now salvation is nearer to us than when we believed.

12The night is almost gone, and the day is near Therefore let us lay aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light.

13Let us behave properly as in the day, not in carousing and drunkenness, not in sexual promiscuity and sensuality, not in strife and jealousy.

14But put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh in regard to its lusts."

God Bless America, land of the free, home of the brave.

And God bless Barak Obama.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

New Music

So I got into Jack Johnson thanks to a little encouraging from Colton, and now I'm pretty sure he's one of the best guitar players around. Check out "Breakdown" on the sidebar.
It's pretty whimsical, which describes me perfectly.
-- Next we have the undeniable classic, "Under the Milky Way Tonight". You just can't beat The Church, with their U2/Coldplay style vocals and great acoustic guitar. Classic.
-- Annnd third on the list, Coldplay's "Yes" from Viva la Vida. This is arguably the best song on the album, with an almost Middle Eastern sounding string section and upbeat tempo. Absolutely amazing.
-- Fouth, we have my personal favorite Death Cab song, "Title and Registration." Good stuff.
-- Finally, Anberlin with "Never Take Friendship Personal".

Me this week, in song:
"But you can't stop nothing
if you got no control
of the thoughts in your mind
that you kept and you know
you don't know nothing
but you don't need to know."

"Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty,
Sound of their breath fades with the light.
I think about the loveless fascination,
Under the milky way tonight."

"I've become so tired of this lonely mess."

"Cause it's too important
To stay the way it's been."

"When I awoke there was nothing real in this life
But dreams are so intoxicating
when you're doing this alone."

Yep. That's me.
More later.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

There's Probably No God...

So stop worrying! Enjoy your life!
So will say the sides of London buses, if an advertising campaign supported by atheistic giant Richard Dawkins succeeds. Associated Press reports:

The very wording of this advertisement for atheism is ridiculous: "There's probably no god, so stop worrying! Enjoy your life!"
Atheism is no less religious than Christianity, and the advertisement itself is proof of that. "There is probably no God"?! Seriously. If there is a probability that there is no God, then there is a probability that there is a God.
Furthermore, Joseph Addison writes, "To be an atheist requires an infinitely greater measure of faith than to receive all the great truths which atheism would deny." This, my friends, is the truth. If we have faith in Christ the size of a mustard seed, we can move mountains. If we have faith in nothing the size of the world itself, we can do absolutely nothing with it. Why? To have faith in nothing is absurdity. Plato writes, "Atheism is a disease of the soul, before it becomes an error of the understanding."
C.S. Lewis: "Atheists express their rage against God although in their view He does not exist."
Raging against something you don't even believe ridiculous is that?
Gandhi: "It amazes me to find an intelligent person who fights against something which he does not at all believe exists."
Yep. That makes a heck of a lot of sense.
Chesterton: "If there were no God, there would be no atheists."
You guys...the greatest minds in history agree---atheism is ridiculous.
Ah Lewis, how I miss thee. From my Inkling days:
"My argument against God was that the universe seemed so cruel and unjust. But how had I got this idea of just and unjust? A man does not call a line crooked unless he has some idea of a straight line. What was I comparing this universe with when I called it unjust? If the whole show was bad and senseless from A to Z, so to speak, why did I, who was supposed to be part of the show, find myself in such violent reaction against it? A man feels wet when he falls into water, because man is not a water animal: a fish would not feel wet. Of course, I could have given up my idea of justice by saying that it was nothing but a private idea of my own. But if I did that, then my argument against God collapsed too--for the argument depended on saying that the world was really unjust, not simply that it did not happen to please my private fancies. Thus in the very act of trying to prove that God did not exist--in other words, that the whole of reality was senseless--I found I was forced to assume that one part of reality--namely my idea of justice--was full of sense. Consequently atheism turns out to be too simple. If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning."

Have faith, friends. For, "If God were small enough to be understood, He would not be big enough to be worshiped" (Evelyn Underhill).
Sure. Have a great life. There's probably no god anyways...
But what if you're wrong?

Friday, October 10, 2008

No Rest for the Weary

So I'm a bit busy this week. I have my TA presentation on Tuesday...PSAT on Wednesday...newsletter next Monday. Mm lots of fun.
As to my presentation, I think it's gonna be sweet.
I'm gonna bomb the PSAT, no doubt.
The newsletter should be interesting.
Anywho, let's talk about something interesting.
Time for a bit of show and tell:

Source: SF Gate

About 90 elementary school students in Montana have started a series of rabies shots after a parent let them touch a dead bat that was later confirmed to be diseased.

The mother of two students gave presentations in five classrooms and allowed the kids to touch the dead bat last week. She offered each student who touched the bat a sanitary wipe.

The exposed students will receive six shots of anti-rabies vaccine.

Stevensville Elementary School officials say they will use liability insurance to pay up to $70,000 for the exposed children to be vaccinated. The overall cost could surpass $150,000.

The school has since set a policy requiring that anyone visiting the school obtain a visitor pass.

*cough* "C'mere children, time for a bit of show and tell! That's it, everyone pet the nice rabid bat...just don't let it bite you, because you might die."
Somehow it reminds me of that Office episode...

That should scare you. It scares me.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008


I'm bored. Which is probably the last thing that you want to hear. Because bad things happen when I get bored. I log on to Blogger. And I start writing something. Then something horrible happens. Like this:

I feel a bit of guilt, yes, knowing that every time I write, something explodes. But I must do it. I got to write. I suppose it is some sort of pathological problem. I should prolly see a therapist.
So yes, I'm bored. Which is weird, considering I have a million things to do that would make me not-bored. Though, that isn't entirely true. I used to tell my parents that I was bored, then they'd give me schoolwork to do, or make me clean something up, which really makes no sense at all. I suppose it does, in their minds, but for some reason there are just somethings that one can do that are boring. Can you be bored while doing something? Can you be entertained by doing nothing? Maybe. Let's test that theory:

See how I did that? I made you do nothing. You were doing absolutely nothing that you don't normally do. Your eyes were functioning normally, yet you were entertained. By doing nothing. I mean, how flippin awesome is that? Makes me happy.
There is hope! I am not bored anymore! I have entertained myself by doing absolutely nothing, which was just as amazing as doing something. Even better, because I didn't have to do anything.
I just wasted several seconds of your life. I feel powerful.

Monday, October 6, 2008

A Story

Hey all,
I'm in the process of writing a story, and I would like to find out what you think.
Enjoy! It's not finished, but I would like some comments.

The Return

Yeah, I'm back. Was I missed? Maybe. Maybe not.
Yeah, there were reasons for me being gone. Bad reasons? Maybe. Maybe not.
Yeah, these past couple months have been horrendously painful. Is it for the best? You know the answer.
But I am here, now, which is all that matters. Let the past be the past, forget about the future, live in the present.
Yeah, I have a story. Perhaps, one day, it will be told. But now is not the time. For it is a sad story, one of broken dreams and shattered expectations.
But I am here, now.
I'm baaaack.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Sound Off

To those of you who read my blog (and, I suppose, only to you, because if you weren't reading my blog you wouldn't be here :P), I ask you to make some comments when I post stuff. It gives me incentive to write more entries if I know that what I'm writing is actually being read :P.
On another note, I am going to be leaving for a few days to go to family camp. I'll tell ya'll all about it when I get back. (Did I seriously just use that word? Wow.)

Sunday, August 3, 2008


I am not one that carries a camera everywhere, though I believe I do have somewhat of an artistic photographer in me. The picture you see on the left side of the page of the Lone Cyprus was taken
by yours truly, and I do like to take pictures of nature. However, I am not in the habit of taking pictures of myself. I say that someone is a bit egocentric if they have more pictures of themselves than friends.
On the other side of things, there is that saying that, "A picture is worth a thousand words." Taking this logic, we could conceivably submit a photograph of anything as a suitable 1000-word TA term paper. Wouldn't that be awesome?!
If a picture is worth a thousand words, how much is a video worth? Considering that most video cameras operate at roughly 30 frames per second, one second of video is worth 30,000 words. Which, come to think of it, is pretty flipping awesome.
Welcome to my way of thinking, people. Just random streams of consciousness. Deal.

Saturday, August 2, 2008


On the subject of purpose, I would like to enter a little ramble about Saturdays. Saturdays are house-cleaning days (not restricted to the inside of the house, but sometimes anything within a fifty-foot radius), and when we clean, we clean. There's no joking around about this cleaning business. We use flamethrowers, sometimes. We scrub, clean, dust, and scour every blasted inch of our 23,000 sq foot house, and most times the outside as well.
Ok, so maybe I'm exaggerating. It isn't about the amount of cleaning, but the principle of the thing. Since when were Saturdays, "working days"?! Since the beginning of the Israeli nation in 1,400-something B.C., there has been a Jud├Žo-Christian idea that most people call a "sabbath". A day used to rest. Traditionally, that day has always been Saturday. So what would compel one to sacrifice this perfectly rational idea for the sake of "cleanliness"? Perhaps, you say, it is because "cleanliness is next to godliness." But where is that in the Bible?! No, I say, the entire point of the word SATURDAY is being lost on my family. Its purpose is to provide rest and relaxation, not stress and scrubbing! It has come to a point where the very word "Saturday" instills fear in the hearts of children across the face of, well, my house. Isn't this "Saturday" supposedly something that is to be looked forward to? The purpose has been lost, nay! perverted!
In the name of all that is good and holy, why clean?! It's only, according to the Second Law of Thermodynamics, going to get dirty again. How can you argue with science? In cleaning, we seek temporary enjoyment of cleanliness, because soon enough, it will only get dirty again. But, in not cleaning, we receive everlasting happiness of not having to clean!
You may point to Booker T. Washington and argue that there is glory in labor. But, according to Solomon, labor is vanity! "Thus I hated all the fruit of my labor for which I had labored under the sun, for I must leave it to the man who will come after me. And who knows whether he will be a wise man or a fool? Yet he will have control over all the fruit of my labor for which I have labored by acting wisely under the sun. This too is vanity" (Ecc. 2:18-19).
Should we clean? Should we pervert the very name and meaning of the formerly beautiful thing that we like to call "Saturday"? I'll leave you to decide.


There comes a time in every person's life where they ask a crucial question: why? Why do we fight? Why do we struggle? What is the purpose of life? We can only gain perishable things from our labor, things that don't last. Is there something more? A reason why we should fight? For we struggle, we labor, we fight, but in the end all it amounts to is more trouble, and from that results more fighting. So we continue in a never-ending spiral of fighting, succeeding, and fighting more because of the success. Thus is the curse of every American, nay, every human being.
For some, it is a noble fight: the fight for survival. Those that live in third-world countries must fight in order to live. However, America is a place where mediocrity not only thrives, but is worshiped. We can give up, and yet still be successful. We can do nothing, and live, while the poor suffer, and fight. But, in the end, both parties come to the same question: why? What is the purpose of our existence? For the poor, the question is, "why must I suffer each day only to wake up and suffer again?" For Americans, the question sounds more like, "why must I thrive in mediocrity, only to wake up and wallow in my un-greatness once again?"
These questions are quite similar. All humans desire power, desire greatness, desire happiness. But, even in America, the great country of opportunity, these goals are not always reached. Why? Because humans cannot see their purpose. 1st Corinthians 9:24-27 says, "Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you may win. Everyone who competes in the games exercises self-control in all things. They then do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. Therefore I run in such a way, as not without aim; I box in such a way, as not beating the air; but I discipline my body and make it my slave, so that, after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified."
Those who run without purpose, are those that run for a perishable crown. They therefore end up questioning the worth of running at all. Who would want to run for a laurel wreath, something that would end up withering away in mere days? It is, as Paul says, aimless. Purposeless. Those that run for laurel, soon end up giving up, whether physically or mentally. Their lives become stagnant, without color or variation, and they stop fighting, stop questioning, stop living. And their entire existence becomes purposeless.
But we who profess faith in the "unknown God" (Romans 17:22-28), do not have such a dire fate. As Paul says, we "run in such a way as not without aim; box in such a way, as not beating the air." And this purpose, this search of an imperishable crown, gives our life aim. We become souls that walk on a path with determination, instead of souls wandering aimlessly throughout life. We do the exact opposite of what the enemy wants us to do; for he wants us in that place of purposelessness, and aimlessness. We become warriors. We become true Christians.
For this is what it means to live purposefully.

Friday, August 1, 2008

First Post

Yes, I finally caved into peer pressure and what society considers, "cool," and have created a blog that no one will (A) care about or (B) read. Thus, the purpose of this blog will be merely to vent thoughts, explore the meaning of life (in moderation, of course), to entertain myself, and to keep me from doing much more important things, like sleeping and doing schoolwork. Like a diary. But not really.
The title of this blog is pretty self-explanatory. It is more of a warning, truly. For if you begin to read, I cannot guarantee that you will be able to stop. Soon enough, after reading my writings, you will be so lost in a sea of bad logic and endless rambling that you would be have to be quite skilled to find your way out again.
That's my disclaimer, and you would do well to take it into consideration. However, if you consider yourself skilled in the realm of logic and dealing with the insane, you may take the first step forward. That is, coming back and reading more. After all this, you may tell yourself that I am a terrible salesman. Why would you want to come back and read more? Truly, a good question. Perhaps a better one is, "why not?"

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