Sunday, June 28, 2009

Gentlemen in the Rebel?

As some of you might know, I am currently having great fun manning a Fireworks Tent in york for my family. I love it. I am a workoholic. I don't know why I am here instead of there....

Anyway, yesterday, I was leaving the tent for a quick break in the rutters Gas station, whose parking lot we are using. As I got closer, a young man walked across the street perpendicular to the tent, and also headed for the door.

This young man was one of your more outrageous stylers. He was putting ON a T-shirt as he walked, because such things are necessary for entering a Rutters. His head was mostly bald except for an over-grown mohawk which began at his forehead and ended at the nape of his neck. (Overgrown meaning the hair was about 4 inches long...haven't seen that before!) He had an assortment of rings, peircings, and chains and his clothing was of the holier kind. (as in hole, not whole!) As we continued apace, it became apparent that he would reach the door before me. I mused as to what would come.

Sonce when do guys dare open doors for girls? Rarely! Most men don't risk it. He definitely doesn't look like the type of person who would. hmmmmm.....

Anyhow, as I approached the door, he swing it open for himself, and then held the handle gingerly, allowing me to grab it before he let it go. I thanked him (as I do for all men who do so for me) or rather, I thanked his back, as he was walking towards the deli, and proceeded to carry out my business thinking: "This will make an interesting Blog Post!!!!"

Saturday, June 13, 2009

1984 by George Orwell

Wednesday and Thursday were spent largely reading through this book. I heard about it before, but it never stood out from the pile of titles that were "important" in some way or another....

UNTIL: I read this article.

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I decided to order it from the library catalogue. I find it entirely intriguing. I would love to copy-paste the entire book (well, make that a lot of the book, not all of it...*hem*) and force you all to read it. It is definitely something you have to stretch your mind to take in.

What is your personal property? How does language define civilization? What would life be like if everything you ever did/said was watched/recorded? Does anyone one else have the ability to get inside your head? Can you doublethink?

I am still reeling from all of it.

The only thing is, in the book there is no religion. Religion is not a word. It means nothing to them. However, at the end of the book, these words came to me: And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. But rather fear Him who is able to destroy both soul and body in hell. (Matt. 10:28)
Even if such tortures and methods and "deepest fears" were used against me, there is One more powerful than man.

Even so, on this earth:
2 + 2 = 5
War is Peace
Freedom is Slavery
Ignorance is Strength

What significance do things hold when they no longer mean anything?
Do yourself a favor, read 1984.

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Thursday, June 04, 2009


*drum roll, please!!!!*

The introduction of:

Glimpses of Eternity Photography

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Waves of memories
Come sweeping over me
The town, the shops
The street--
The sound of motorcars
Whizzing by
The smell of dusty,
Traveling feet.

Waving rice stalks whisper
Of the coming rain
The rains reminisce
With the smell of the wind
The cool essence surrounds
The murmur of the sea
Crashing, roaring thunder--
The grating of the sand

Overwhelmed by their power
I, powerless, obey
The rip-tide of their fervor
Sweeps me off my feet
Those waves toss and swallow me
Enfold me in their arms
I, helplessly--joyfully,
Am carried far into the deep.