tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50509824376622937182024-02-19T09:13:50.774-08:00The Brillig BlogHere's the"4 o'clock in the afternoon" blog, which you can read "around the time when you start broiling things for dinner".Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-47507832398275139952011-05-08T15:47:00.000-07:002011-05-08T15:48:18.487-07:00CommentThis is an argument to somebody's friend on facebook.... and for obvious reasons I decided not to post it on fb... 2093 words? Really? Anyways, here's the article "http://sites.google.com/site/congregationofyahweh/article2232" but this is really just between me and him/her.<br />
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Here are my disagreements for several of your paragraphs:<br />
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(“When the Messiah was born into the world......following the example of their Master.”) <br />
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Are you suggesting we should follow the law? I think you’re seriously mis-using this passage: <br />
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“Do not think that I have come to abolish the Law or the Prophets; I have not come to abolish them but to fulfill them. I tell you the truth, until heaven and earth disappear, not the smallest letter, not the least stroke of a pen, will by any means disappear from the Law until everything is accomplished. Anyone who breaks one of the least of these commandments and teaches others to do the same will be called least in the kingdom of heaven, but whoever practices and teaches these commands will be called great in the kingdom of heaven. For I tell you that unless your righteousness surpasses that of the Pharisees and the teachers of the law, you will certainly not enter the kingdom of heaven.” Matt 5:17-20. <br />
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Jesus THEN goes on to tell us that, “You have heard that it was said to the people long ago, ‘Do not murder,and anyone who murders will be subject to judgment.’ But I tell you that anyone who is angry with his brother will be subject to judgment.”<br />
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We cannot possibly live the life required by the law. He doesn’t want us too. I’m thinking of verses like, Gal 2:17-3:5, among dozens of other similar verses. <br />
“I do not set aside the grace of God, for if righteousness could be gained through the law, Christ died for nothing!” You foolish Galatians! Who has bewitched you? Before your very eyes Jesus Christ was clearly portrayed as crucified. I would like to learn just one thing from you: Did you receive the Spirit by observing the law, or by believing what you heard? Are you so foolish? After beginning with the Spirit, are you now trying to attain your goal by human effort? Have you suffered so much for nothing—if it really was for nothing? Does God give you his Spirit and work miracles among you because you observe the law, or because you believe what you heard?”<br />
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(“Not only was the Sabbath dropped from the new religion.... and the birthday of the Sun-god took their place as Christmas.”)<br />
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Rom 14:5-6 “One man considers one day more sacred than another; another man considers every day alike. Each one should be fully convinced in his own mind. 6 He who regards one day as special, does so to the Lord. He who eats meat, eats to the Lord, for he gives thanks to God; and he who abstains, does so to the Lord and gives thanks to God.”<br />
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(“Sprinkling took the place of immersion;”)<br />
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That’s Catholism, which I personally have a few disagreements with (none of which you raised). I personally was dunked. I don’t have a problem with sprinkling, however, what’s important is what it symbolizes (being buried with Him and raised with Him) - not what it is in of itself. I know an older lady who got sprinkled at the same time I was immersed because she couldn’t get into the water.<br />
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(“immortality of the soul, adopted from paganism, replaced the doctrine of conditional eternal life; the resurrection and day of judgment were forgotten, and a continuous judgement was taught through which the dead entered heaven, or hell, for eternity, no resurrection being necessary in this program.”)<br />
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I don’t understand this accusation, it’s written slightly confusingly. I personally (as a “Christian”, please note) believe that in the resurrection of the dead, heaven, hell.... I also believe in the immortality of the soul, whether that soul goes to heaven or hell.<br />
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(“The kingdom of heaven, as an actual earthwide government under the whole heavens was ignored, as the members of the new religion sought to please the "powers that be."”) <br />
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The kingdom of heaven will come whenever Jesus - Yeshua - returns. We don’t have anything to do with that part except to wait and pray, right?<br />
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(“Truly, as Hurlbut said, "We find a church in many aspects different" from that of St. Paul, St. Peter, and the Messiah. This new church, so differet, was Christianity; and for its deities it adopted various ones from the heathen, discarding the Most High of the Jewish Scriptures, and His blessed Son, Yahshua.“)<br />
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Um... no? We’ve “discarded” some of the Jewish Scriptures because we’re “no longer under the law but under grace” and His blood.<br />
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(“The inflexible Protestantism of the primitive missionaries, with fiery denunciations of heathendom, had been exchanged for the supple policy, the easy tolerance, the comprehensive charity of shrewd ecclesiastics, who clearly perceived that if Christianity was to conquer the world it could do so only by relaxing the too rigid principles of its Founder, by widening a little, the narrow gate which leads to salvation.”)<br />
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This I can sort of agree with. Certain denominations and “Christian” leaders have watered down the gospel. But, again, we’re under grace, not under the law, and no longer have to follow the entire OT law. God’s the one who widened... actually, OPENED the gate at all, so that through belief in His son’s (Yeshua/Jesus’) atoning death on the cross. Again with the above Galatians verse... and if you have a problem with that one there’s tons of others.<br />
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(“The new religion was not the old paganism....church festivals with change of name and worship."”) <br />
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This was mainly an effort of the Catholics to subdue and “convert” pagan holidays. And as long as we’re celebrating Yeshua/Jesus/Yahweh/God.... does it really matter what the ancient history behind that holiday was? The holiday is no longer celebrating heathen deities but Christ, ehem, excuse me, “the Messiah”.... isn’t that a good thing?<br />
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On two of the points not related to holidays: <br />
We got the Trinity from Yeshua’s teachings about his “Father”/Yahweh/Almighty God/Creator, from the Yeshua’s teachings on how we would be filled with His Spirit/the Holy Spirit, and from, obviously, Yeshua himself as the Son. <br />
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John 10:30-33 and 36-38: “I and the Father are one.” Again the Jews picked up stones to stone him, but Jesus said to them, “I have shown you many great miracles from the Father. For which of these do you stone me?”3“We are not stoning you for any of these,” replied the Jews, “but for blasphemy, because you, a mere man, claim to be God.”.....“What about the one whom the Father set apart as his very own and sent into the world? Why then do you accuse me of blasphemy because I said, ‘I am God’s Son’? Do not believe me unless I do what my Father does. But if I do it, even though you do not believe me, believe the miracles, that you may know and understand that the Father is in me, and I in the Father.”” <br />
Rom 8:11 “And if the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead is living in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through his Spirit, who lives in you.” <br />
Matt 28:19 “Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.” <br />
Is 9:6 “For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.”<br />
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Jesus is called all three parts of the Trinity here... Counselor (Holy Spirit is often called this), Everlasting Father/Mighty God (Yahweh), and, himself, “Prince of Peace”. I personally don’t think it’s humanly possible to “understand” the Trinity/the relationship between Yahweh/God, Yeshua/Jesus and the Holy Spirit, but I think the concept of the “Trinity” might be the closest we can get on this earth... three “parts” of God, distinct but one. Confusing. Either way, I couldn’t find much evidence it came from gnosticism. <br />
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And the immorality “from the pagan greeks” we actually got from basically the whole New Testamant.. you know, the whole fact that we’re either going to heaven to live with him for eternity.<br />
Rev 21:6-7 “He [Yeshua] said to me: “It is done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. To him who is thirsty I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. 7 He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son.” <br />
1 John 5:11-12 “And this is the testimony: God has given us eternal life, and this life is in his Son. 12 He who has the Son has life; he who does not have the Son of God does not have life.”<br />
Either that or we’re going to the lake of fire...<br />
Matt 24:46 ““Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life.”<br />
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(“The heathen had been worshipping Diana.....so was born Christianity.”) <br />
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Um... no. There’s a difference between worshiping Zeus under the name of God and worshiping Yahweh/Yeshua under the name of God. And I do disagree with the Catholic deification of Mary.<br />
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(“After the death of the disciples... graven images." - Isa. 42:8.”)<br />
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Oh my goodness. Are you saying that whenever I pray to God, the Almighty Maker of heaven and earth, the only true God, who is omnipotent, omnipresent and all-powerful, he doesn’t hear me or accept my prayers because I’m not using the right name? Um... and from what I’ve heard, at least, ‘Yahweh’ isn’t for certain even the correct pronunciation of His name, because (A) in Hebrew writing it had no vowels, and because (B) NO JEW EVER USES GOD’S TRUE NAME BECAUSE THEY BELIEVE IT IS SACRED AND SHOULDN’T BE USED (and are afraid they might accidentally use His name in vain.) And, if God is all powerful, if he really wanted us to use his “only” name, don’t you think he would have laid that on the Biblical translator’s hearts to put that in instead of “God” or “Lord”?<br />
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History and etymology here. Hebrew “Yeshua” (translated Joshua in English) means “Yahweh is Salvation” (or something similar). Greek “Iesus” (Translated Jesus in English) means “Yah[weh] will save”. It’s the difference between two different languages, and I’m pretty sure Jesus was actually called Iesus while he walked the earth. At the time of Jesus’ ministry, the Romans (who spoke Greek) had taken over and ruled Israel. As a consequence of that, the main language was Greek, although the Israelites still spoke Aramaic and Hebrew. When the Apostles wrote the gospels, THEY WERE WRITTEN IN GREEK. The original manuscripts were in Greek, the language of the entire civilized world at the time. “The books of the New Testament were written in Koine Greek, the language of the earliest extant manuscripts, even though some authors often included translations from Hebrew and Aramaic texts.” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bible#Original_language Annnnnnnnd a lot of the things I mentioned about “Yahweh” above stand the same. As long as we’re worshiping him and not Zeus, does it really matter? The name isn’t what’s important... it’s what the name is naming... ie, the Savior of the world as described in the Bible.<br />
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(“The new religion was known as Christianity... and it was now known as the new Christian (Krisna) faith.”)<br />
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Where on earth you getting this stuff from? Can you put in some links? At least I’m using Wiki. And the Bible, come to think of it ;). http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christ “Christ is the English term for the Greek Χριστός (Khristós) meaning "the anointed one". It is a translation of the Hebrew מָשִׁיחַ (Māšîaḥ), usually transliterated into English as Messiah.”<br />
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So yeah, I just have a few little arguments on the passage. Personally I think Catholics are too legalistic with their traditions and are trusting on works instead of on Christ, but that wasn’t part of your argument. I also think that Christians (some times and places more than others) have deviated from the religion set out in the gospel by Jesus Christ, but in my opinion your arguments have nothing to do with this, and I’m sick of typing. ;)Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-83185375812231184042011-03-25T08:00:00.000-07:002011-03-25T08:00:39.721-07:00Homeschooling and Regulation<i> This is an essay I wrote for the scholarship contest from <a href="http://newthreatstofreedom.com/contests/">New Threats to Freedom</a>, addressed to the second video, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gIGpzoZxuA">Max Borders on our Compulsive Urge to Regulate</a>.</i><br />
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As a homeschooled teen, I and my family are all for de-regulation as much as possible. We don’t want the government upsetting our basic rights… especially the right to educate one’s children. My mother, as a leader of our local homeschool group, has personally led the efforts against regulation of homeschooling in our state. <br />
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In our state of RI, especially in the town my family lives, regulations are fairly low. Homeschoolers are required to send in a letter of intent, once a year, basically declaring their intent to complete the subjects required by law. That doesn’t stop the districts from attempting to regulate us, though. Last year our town changed their homeschool policy, without informing homeschoolers, as their constituents. Many of our town’s homeschooling parents and their children turned up at the next meeting in protest and they eventually agreed to go back to the old policy.<br />
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Many of the regulations, as with regulations on food and health safety, result from the odd mishap or abnormal case, where people react with outrage and the government overreacts to ensure that such a thing never happens again. For instance, recently in a nearby town, the school board declared that homeschool students had to register with all children present. This happened because a “homeschool” mother living in a hotel was using homeschooling as an excuse to keep her children out of school… the family was already on the social service’s radar and was an atypical case. Because of this one woman, who was clearly not the average homeschooler, the town changed its policy and several homeschoolers were visited by the truant officer – before even being informed of the town’s changed policies! <br />
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Often the worst opponent of homeschooling are administrators… they would love to micromanage homeschooling, or even get rid of it altogether. What does it say about public schools in general – when a bunch of “amateurs”, regular parents, teach children whose test scores are consistently higher than the average public school student? They say they want to ensure that homeschooled children are well-educated and socially adept.... and I can see why they think this way, but by now they should admit that the evidence points to the contrary – that homeschooled students are polite, sociable, well-educated, and excelling academically.<br />
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Basically, all homeschoolers want is to be left alone. We fight very hard against regulation; we don’t want to jump through hoops in order to be allowed to teach our children. We want the freedom to discipline, educate and train our children as we see fit, and not how the State sees fit. If we can’t trust loving parents to do the best for their children, how can we trust a impersonal government to do any better?Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-15781280953420431082011-01-20T22:37:00.000-08:002011-01-20T22:39:34.956-08:00Why is Jesus Called the Son of Man?Soooooo I was bored, so I decided to look up every single time the phrase “Son of Man” is used in the Bible, and exactly what it means. When I was younger, I sort of half assumed he was referring to his humanity, his humility, or something like that. It confused me and I didn’t pay much attention to the phrase. Then I read a side note in one of my bibles that “The Son of Man”, is actually referring to the Angel/God/Messiah like reference in Daniel 7:13-14. I wasn’t going to blindly except this, of course (heh heh), so I looked up the verse, and it certainly LOOKS like that might be what he was referring too, but I couldn’t be sure… so I looked up every time Jesus refers to himself as “Son of Man” and what it’s connected too… <br />
Most of the references to him being the Son of Man are either connected to his death/resurrection, the second coming, or some aspect of his divinity. Some other important passages are in Revelation, which describe Jesus in nearly identical terms to Dan. 7:13-14. Also interesting are a couple of places in Psalms where there is a mention of a “son of man”, that while could be about a regular human, hint of the Messiah. <br />
Please note that there is one other person, the prophet Ezekiel, who is referred to as “Son of Man” (by God, who is addressing him) about 93 times. (Jesus refers to himself as “Son of Man” 81 times… including overlap from the gospels, which there is a lot of, btw). I don’t have any idea what that’s supposed to mean. I haven’t read Ezekiel in a long time. There is a footnote in Ezekiel 2 on Biblegateway.com that “Ezekiel 2:1 - The Hebrew phrase ben adam means human being. The phrase son of man is retained as a form of address here and throughout Ezekiel because of its possible association with “Son of Man” in the New Testament.”<br />
Feel free to give imput on this point, I think it's probably unrelated... also read the Wiki page on it, apparently "Ben Adam" was a pretty generic term for "human being", or "humanity", in ancient Israel.<br />
So Ezekiel is referred to in Hebrew as “Ben Adam”, Daniel 7 is the Aramaic (Wiki says “kibar 'anash”) “Ben Enash”, Daniel 8 (where Daniel himself is referred to as “son of man”) is Hebrew “Ben Adam”, the Psalm verses are both “Ben Adam. And of course all NT verses are the Greek, “Huios Anthropos”. Wiki is also has a page on the phrase, “Son of Man”. I might be missing some because of the translation (NIV), NKJV links). <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Son_of_man">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Son_of_man</a><br />
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Also I wrote this post just to play with Blueletterbible's cool linky thingy. :)<br />
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<u>Main Prophecy</u><br />
Daniel 7:13-14 <br />
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<u>Jesus revealed as Son of Man</u><br />
Revelation 1:12-16<br />
Revelation 14:14-16 <br />
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<u>Prophecy</u><br />
Hebrews 2:5-9 / Psalm 8:4-6<br />
Psalms 80:15-19<br />
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J<u>esus Foretells His Death (and Resurrection)</u> <br />
<i>(The three times that the NIV gives as headers ;)</i><br />
1. Mark 8:31, Luke 9:22 <br />
2. Matt 17:22-23, Mark 9:31-32, Luke 9:44<br />
3. Matt 20:18-19, Mark 10:33-34, Luke 18:31-33<br />
<i>After the transfiguration:</i> Matt 17:9,12, Mark 9:9,12 <br />
<i>Aaand a bunch of random times, </i>Matt 26:2, Mark 12:40 John 12:23-26<br />
John 3:12-15 <i>(Please note this passage also mentions that he is from Heaven.)</i><br />
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<u>J</u><u>esus Foretells his Return</u><br />
<i>Main passages (compare to Daniel):</i> Matt 24, Mark 13, Luke 21 <br />
<i>Secondary prophecies of return:</i><br />
1. <i>No one knows when he will return</i>: Luke 12:40<br />
2.<i> Will Judge</i>: Matt 25:31-46, John 5:24-30 <br />
3. <i>It will be obvious when he returns</i>: Luke 17:20 –37 <br />
4. <i>If Anyone is Ashamed of the Son of Man, the Son of Man will be ashamed of him</i> -Matt 16: 26-28, Mark 8:36-38, Luke 9:25-26, <br />
5. <i>Blessings/Rewards to the Faithful:</i> Matt 10:22-23, Matt 19:28- 30, Luke 6:22-23, Luke 12:8-10 <br />
6. <i>(Random)</i>: John 1:50-51, Luke 18:7-8 <i>(will he find faith?)</i> <br />
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<u>Other Passages refer to The Son of Man as:</u><br />
<i>Bread of Life:</i> John 6:26-27, 53, 61-63 <br />
<i>Lord of the Sabbath:</i> Matt 12:8, Mark 2:28, Luke 6:5 <br />
<i>Has Authority to Forgive Sins</i>: Matt 9:6, Mark 2:10, Luke 5:24 <br />
<i>The Father is with Him</i>: John 8:27-30 <br />
<i>Sows the Good Seed</i>: Matt 13:37,41 <br />
<i>Came to Serve and be a Ransom</i>: Matt 20:28, Mark 10:45 <br />
<i>Will be A Sign like Jonah</i>: Luke 11:29-30<br />
<i>Came to Seek and Save the Lost</i>: Luke 19:9-10 <br />
<i>Has no Place to Lay His Head</i> (context): Matt 8:20, Luke 9:58 <br />
<i>Has come to Judge</i>: *John 9:35-39<br />
<i>Misc.</i>: Matt 12:32, Matt 11:18-19, Luke 7:33-35, <br />
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<u>Who is the Son of Man?</u><br />
Matt 16:13-17 – <i>Peter Confesses Jesus (the Son of Man) as Messiah</i><br />
John 12:34-36- <i>People ask who Son of Man is – I’m not sure whether Jesus is saying the Son of Man is the Light, or if he’s just doing a rapid (and in my opinion not very smooth) change of topic here. ;) Read whole chapter for a clearer context.</i> <br />
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<u>Jesus, the Son of Man, is Betrayed:</u><br />
<i>(At the last Supper)</i>: Matt 26:23-24, Mark 14:20-21, Luke 21:20-22, John 13:31 <br />
<i>(In the Garden)</i>: Matt 26: 45-46, Mark 14:41<br />
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<u>Jesus Calls Himself the Son of Man</u>: – <i>in a way that makes it obvious that he’s calling himself the Son of God.</i> <br />
Matt 26: 63-66, Mark 14:61-64, Luke 22:66-71 <br />
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<u>After The Resurrection:</u><br />
Luke 24:5-7 <i>– Angels remind the women what Jesus said about his resurrection.</i> <br />
Acts 7:54-56 – <i>Stephen sees Jesus</i>.<br />
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* NIV has “Son of Man” (ben adam), NKJV has “Son of God”.<br />
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PS: If any of the links are wrong, please tell me. Thanks. It's very late at night so I'm not about to check.<br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Civil_War">CIVIL WAR</a>, 1861-1865 - The War between the North and the South over the issue of slavery. The North was led by Abraham Lincoln, the South by Jefferson Davis. Obviously, the North won, because who's ever heard of Jefferson Davis? The war began when Republican abolitionist Abraham Lincoln was elected president against the South's will. The South almost immediately seceded from the Union. When the war was over, slavery was abolished and the reconstruction began. Unfortunately, African-Americans were still discriminated against until nearly a hundred years later.<br />
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FEATURE PHOTOGRAPHERS: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mathew_Brady">Mathew Brady</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_Gardner_%28photographer%29">Alexander Gardener</a><br />
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</div><div style="margin: 0px;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mathew_Brady">Mathew Brady</a> started as a portrait photographer of many famous people, and then brought his photo studio to the battlefield with the beginning of the Civil War. He himself did not go out on the battlefield much, on account of his failing eyesight, instead, he sent several young photographers out to capture images of the battles of the Civil War. These men included Alexander Gardner, James Gardner, Timothy H. O'Sullivan, William Pywell, George N. Barnard, Thomas C. Roche, and others. <br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_Gardner_%28photographer%29">Alexander Gardener</a> left Mathew Brady, probably annoyed that the man gave himself all the credit for his apprentice’s work. He went on to photograph the Battle of Gettysburg, later he took the last photo of Lincoln before the president’s assassination, and photographs of the conspirators of the assassination.<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abraham_lincoln">Abraham Lincoln</a>, 16th president of the United States (March 1861- April 1865), led the North against the South in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Civil_War">Civil War</a>. He was assassinated right after the war ended. (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mathew_Brady">Mathew Brady</a>)</div><div style="margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">FACTORY WORKERS, etc. - This is around the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gilded_age">Gilded</a> age & the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Progressive_Era">Progressive era</a> of the USA. During the Gilded age hundreds of thousands of immigrants migrated to America. Most of these people ended up in the big cities and worked at factories. They lived in filthy conditions with sometimes over 4,000 people stuffed into just one city block. Corrupt machine bosses, such as boss Tweed, helped the immigrants in exchange for their votes in order to gain power. These men often made millions off of taxpayer dollars. Men such as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_D._Rockefeller">Rockefeller</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrew_Carnegie">Andrew Carnegie</a> invented <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vertical_integration">vertical & horizontal integration</a>, by which the entire work of a factory, from mining to selling, was combined in one company, making goods cheaper. During the Progressive Era, people worked to expose the corrupt workings of politics. Women's suffrage and other civil rights movements also characterized this era.<br />
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FEATURE PHOTOGRAPHERS: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacob_Riis#Photography">Jacob Riis</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lewis_hine">Lewis Hine</a><br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacob_Riis#Photography">Jacob Riis</a> was another social reformer and photographer. He focused mainly on improving conditions in the tenement slums of NY City. His book, "How The Other Half Lives", he wrote to raise awareness of the deplorable conditions in the city.<br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lewis_hine">Lewis Hine</a>, a progressives, started out as a teacher, before realizing his real talent lay in photojournalism. He was hired by the National Child Labor Committee to photograph children workers in their petition for child labor laws. He photographed for the American Red Cross relief in Europe and later he was hired to photograph the building of the Empire State Building.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">FEATURE PHOTOGRAPHERS: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_S._Curtis">Edward Curtis</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ansel_Adams">Ansel Adams</a> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_S._Curtis">Edward Curtis</a> (1868 - 1952) was another photographer Midwest photographer who focused mainly on the Native American people. In 1906, J.P. Morgan offered Curtis $75,000 to photograph the Native Americans and their traditions before their way of life faded away. He took over 40,000 photos of more than 80 tribes, and wrote biographical sketches of many Indian chiefs.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">FEATURE PHOTOGRAPHERS: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorothea_Lange">Dorothea Lange</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Delano">Jack Delano</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorothea_Lange">Dorothea Lange</a>, a well-known photographer of the Great Depression, also started as a portrait photographer in her own personal studio. She only took one class in photography, and mostly learned by working for various photographers in her area. Later she started working for SERA (State Emergency Relief Administration) with Paul Taylor, whom she later married. After that she worked for <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farm_Security_Administration">FSA</a> (Farm Security Administration), to show the country the destitute migrant workers. At the beginning of the US entry into WWII, she was also hired to take photos of Japanese being evacuated. To see more of her photos, click <a href="http://www.historyplace.com/unitedstates/lange/index.html">here</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Delano">Jack Delano</a> was another photographer for the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farm_Security_Administration">FSA</a> to help raise awareness of conditions. He went on a 1941 trip to Puerto Rico for <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farm_Security_Administration">FSA</a> and when the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farm_Security_Administration">FSA</a> was dumped by the government he went on to be a musical composer. To see more of his <a href="http://www.shorpy.com/jack-delano-photos">photos</a> click here.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">If you want to see other photos by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farm_Security_Administration">FSA</a> photographers of the Depression/Civil War, try <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walker_Evans">Walker Evans</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordon_Parks">Gordon Parks</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheldon_Dick">Sheldon Dick</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russell_Lee_%28photographer%29">Russell Lee</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Vachon">John Vachon</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marion_Post_Wolcott">Marion Post Wolcott</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_Mydans">Carl Mydans</a> (Photos <a href="http://library.duke.edu/exhibits/carlmydans/index.html">here</a>) and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_Rothstein">Arthur Rothstein.</a> (Please note I haven't done a lot of research on these persons but in my search stumbled upon them and their interesting photos.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
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World War II (1939 - 1945) - The War, involving almost the entire world, between Germany, Japan and other <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Axis_powers">Axis</a> forces against UK, USSR and other <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allies_of_World_War_II">Allied</a> forces (Scroll to bottom to see list of countries joined). The War began when Adolph Hitler and Germany invaded Poland. The United States was hesitant about joining the war until the attack on Pearl Harbor, which enraged and convinced the USA to join the Allied forces. On June 6, 1944, D-day, Allied forces invaded French and pushed back the German forces until the German forces surrendered on May 7th, 8th (VE, Victory in Europe day) and 11th, 1945 (different places/armies). The Allied forces then demanded Japan to surrender; when they didn't, the USA dropped atomic bombs on both Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Afterwards, Japan finally surrendered. (Yes, I know, I'm leaving things out. How about YOU try to right a summary of WWII, bub!)<br />
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FEATURED PHOTOGRAPHER: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfred_Eisenstaedt">Alfred Eisenstaedt</a> and Various<br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfred_Eisenstaedt">Alfred Eisenstaedt</a> took the famous VJ day photo of the sailor kissing the nurse. He was a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life_(magazine)">LIFE</a> photographer. I highly recommend looking at his photos: <a href="http://digitaljournalist.org/issue9911/eisieintro.htm">here</a>... mostly because I like them and am really sad I can't fit them in this blog post.<br />
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Various: Because this was a <i>WORLD</i> war, many of the photos here are not taken by an particular person. Instead I have tried to find the most iconic, artistic, and monumental photos possible.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYG73kU-NE794_GsQt9ZBOumB18HVVvJwNDe15qUWY64fbddz1P3Ixq3tkrXMncy3lIl8ihRywB0EAjGJwuFGP8cr6d5W20v0tWIH2kJfgGReZN1CTHcn1LQN8OImMwpWrkiiD7aFlTXc/s1600-h/Tehran_Conference,_1943.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYG73kU-NE794_GsQt9ZBOumB18HVVvJwNDe15qUWY64fbddz1P3Ixq3tkrXMncy3lIl8ihRywB0EAjGJwuFGP8cr6d5W20v0tWIH2kJfgGReZN1CTHcn1LQN8OImMwpWrkiiD7aFlTXc/s320/Tehran_Conference,_1943.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">November 28 - December 1, 1943</div>The "Big Three", leaders of the Allies, Churchill (UK), Roosevelt (US) and Stalin (USSR) at the Tehran conference.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8XIrXGyWiyRyxq-ZustrXTsLKMkXCWPOxqpAsCtLC41V5fn55nAGRO7f-IVaJlcuyqO48L4G-_8a9KgE2ltlDePC2ly3M-Hn1IIOgwc7WzrUlV2OooqPY0cvLUUQoAyFkMkK9a9ygrc/s1600-h/adolf_hitler_in_paris_1940.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8XIrXGyWiyRyxq-ZustrXTsLKMkXCWPOxqpAsCtLC41V5fn55nAGRO7f-IVaJlcuyqO48L4G-_8a9KgE2ltlDePC2ly3M-Hn1IIOgwc7WzrUlV2OooqPY0cvLUUQoAyFkMkK9a9ygrc/s320/adolf_hitler_in_paris_1940.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">Adolf Hitler, visiting Paris. (One curious little fact, did you know that Adolph Hitler was an <a href="http://www.bytwerk.com/gpa/hitlerpaintings.htm">artist</a>? Maybe if he had gotten into art school none of this ever would have happened. Just goes to show, even the most infamous and cruel dictator of the century can paint beautiful, peaceful scenes.)</div><div class="" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinKdNqDFdhM6W0N7cMq4WqIIaGIKrzBaklyD8gJC-xy36J0jTRz4zgxJdhyHMyWFe_mPpgDNB31Phxu1be7XzGGnsPMmbfzY_qYHuPvkKKyHd3hfVO87JNpDOLgJo75P9VOAimiAgJaCI/s1600-h/TorchLandings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinKdNqDFdhM6W0N7cMq4WqIIaGIKrzBaklyD8gJC-xy36J0jTRz4zgxJdhyHMyWFe_mPpgDNB31Phxu1be7XzGGnsPMmbfzY_qYHuPvkKKyHd3hfVO87JNpDOLgJo75P9VOAimiAgJaCI/s320/TorchLandings.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">November 8, 1942</div><div class="" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Torch">Operation Torch</a>, landing on French controlled North Africa.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosa_parks">Rosa Parks</a> celebrates Supreme Court ruling that segregation is illegal on buses by sitting in the front of the bus in Montgomery, Alabama.</div><br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_F._Kennedy">JOHN F. KENNEDY</a>, democrat, was the 35th President of the United States (1961- 1963).<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> "</span><span style="line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Events during his administration include the </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bay_of_Pigs_Invasion" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Bay of Pigs Invasion"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bay of Pigs Invasion</span></a><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, the </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cuban_Missile_Crisis" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Cuban Missile Crisis"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cuban Missile Crisis</span></a><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, the building of the </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berlin_Wall" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Berlin Wall"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Berlin Wall</span></a><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, the </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_Race" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Space Race"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Space Race</span></a><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, the </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/African-American_Civil_Rights_Movement_(1955%E2%80%931968)" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="African-American Civil Rights Movement (1955–1968)"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">African American Civil Rights Movement</span></a><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> and early events of the </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vietnam_War" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Vietnam War"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Vietnam War</span></a><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">."... or at least, that's what Wiki says. He was assassinated on Nov. 22, 1963, by Lee Harvey Oswald, at 46yrs old. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; line-height: normal;">(Please note this overlaps with the Moon Landings and the American Civil Rights Movement.) </span></span></span><br />
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ONE SMALL STEP FOR <a href="http://www.snopes.com/quotes/onesmall.asp">A</a> MAN</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">ONE GREAT LEAP FOR MANKIND - The Space race between the USSR and the USA to place the first man on the moon. We won. ;) I apologize sincerely if the dates here are wrong... some sources claimed different dates. (Please note this overlaps with JFK's Presidency and the American Civil Rights Movement.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
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Apollo 11 takeoff.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="margin: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilTyY9YClAJspYSuYDC4PGBkWErEt-SzqL3fpN8_yllhrlr5dz7_9iLcG1LhVUuNKvLHnY_rVqaPB2evFRbVWjPbOeleIw_rmAW_Y3f2ED6LBWRv0tSu-cnBmQostkNqS91m0Oa1Eyat4/s1600-h/600px-Aldrin_Apollo_11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilTyY9YClAJspYSuYDC4PGBkWErEt-SzqL3fpN8_yllhrlr5dz7_9iLcG1LhVUuNKvLHnY_rVqaPB2evFRbVWjPbOeleIw_rmAW_Y3f2ED6LBWRv0tSu-cnBmQostkNqS91m0Oa1Eyat4/s320/600px-Aldrin_Apollo_11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">July 20, 1969</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Buzz Aldrin on the moon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;">So, I hope you've enjoyed my presentation of American Photographers over the ages. My sources included Wikipedia and whatever books I happened to have lying around the house: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Witness-Our-Times-Life-Photojournalist/dp/0812626826/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1264784005&sr=8-1">Witness to Our Times</a> (Flip Schulke) by Flip Shulke, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/America-Through-Lens-Photographers-Changed/dp/0805073671/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1264784040&sr=1-1">America through the Lens</a> by Martin Sandler (I didn't use this book very much, fyi), and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Restless-Spirit-Life-Dorothea-Lange/dp/0142300241/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1264783917&sr=8-1">Restless Spirit</a> (Dorothea Lange) by Elizabeth Partridge. And, of course, thank you to the countless websites I pulled photos from.</div><div><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 11px;"><span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"></span></span></span></div>Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-74860675160881181042009-11-22T14:18:00.000-08:002009-11-22T14:18:18.824-08:00Books > TvThis is a poem by Roald Dahl that I just discovered... and love. I'm the bookworm in my family.<br />
<br />
"Mike Teavee" (named after the character in Dahl's "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory", a boy obsessed with television.)<br />
<br />
The most important thing we've learned,<br />
So far as children are concerned,<br />
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let<br />
Them near your television set --<br />
Or better still, just don't install<br />
The idiotic thing at all.<br />
In almost every house we've been,<br />
We've watched them gaping at the screen.<br />
They loll and slop and lounge about,<br />
And stare until their eyes pop out.<br />
(Last week in someone's place we saw<br />
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)<br />
They sit and stare and stare and sit<br />
Until they're hypnotised by it,<br />
Until they're absolutely drunk<br />
With all that shocking ghastly junk.<br />
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,<br />
They don't climb out the window sill,<br />
They never fight or kick or punch,<br />
They leave you free to cook the lunch<br />
And wash the dishes in the sink --<br />
But did you ever stop to think,<br />
To wonder just exactly what<br />
This does to your beloved tot?<br />
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!<br />
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!<br />
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!<br />
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND<br />
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND<br />
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!<br />
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!<br />
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!<br />
HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES!<br />
'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,<br />
'But if we take the set away,<br />
What shall we do to entertain<br />
Our darling children? Please explain!'<br />
We'll answer this by asking you,<br />
'What used the darling ones to do?<br />
'How used they keep themselves contented<br />
Before this monster was invented?'<br />
Have you forgotten? Don't you know?<br />
We'll say it very loud and slow:<br />
THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ,<br />
AND READ and READ, and then proceed<br />
To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!<br />
One half their lives was reading books!<br />
The nursery shelves held books galore!<br />
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!<br />
And in the bedroom, by the bed,<br />
More books were waiting to be read!<br />
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales<br />
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales<br />
And treasure isles, and distant shores<br />
Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,<br />
And pirates wearing purple pants,<br />
And sailing ships and elephants,<br />
And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,<br />
Stirring away at something hot.<br />
(It smells so good, what can it be?<br />
Good gracious, it's Penelope.)<br />
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter<br />
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,<br />
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,<br />
And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-<br />
Just How The Camel Got His Hump,<br />
And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,<br />
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,<br />
There's Mr. Rat and Mr. Mole-<br />
Oh, books, what books they used to know,<br />
Those children living long ago!<br />
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,<br />
Go throw your TV set away,<br />
And in its place you can install<br />
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.<br />
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,<br />
Ignoring all the dirty looks,<br />
The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,<br />
And children hitting you with sticks-<br />
Fear not, because we promise you<br />
That, in about a week or two<br />
Of having nothing else to do,<br />
They'll now begin to feel the need<br />
Of having something to read.<br />
And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy!<br />
You watch the slowly growing joy<br />
That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen<br />
They'll wonder what they'd ever seen<br />
In that ridiculous machine,<br />
That nauseating, foul, unclean,<br />
Repulsive television screen!<br />
And later, each and every kid<br />
Will love you more for what you did.Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-42700394879888030312009-10-29T14:57:00.000-07:002009-10-29T14:57:00.335-07:00The Pocket Watch - (for Halloween)I didn't intentionally write this for Halloween, but I thought I might as well put it up. I wrote this as an assignment for an American short story class last year. Try to guess what short story author I'm trying to imitate.<br />
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<br />
<b> The Pocket-watch</b><br />
<br />
Tick<br />
Tock<br />
Tick<br />
Tock<br />
The Clock<br />
Never<br />
Stops.<br />
<br />
I Hope.<br />
<br />
I lay awake that night; as I did every night, sweat beading on my brow as I listened to the gold-gilded pocket-watch tick next to my ear. Tick Tock, Tick Tock. Every tick a boon. Every tock a gift of life. I breathed to its rhythm, in, out, in, out, tick, tock, tick, tock. I moaned as I tossed and turned in my bed, my mind at last traveling away from here and now, but not in the direction I wished.<br />
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I went back. The butler had disturbed my dance, saying there was someone at the door who wouldn’t leave until I came. Exasperated, I followed him. There she was, standing at the door of my mansion. If only I had let her in! “Would you give a poor old lady shelter from the storm?” she asked, pleadingly. If only I had said yes! But no, my memory would only tell the truth, no matter how long or hard I tried to change it. “No, why should I, hag?” I replied, turning away. “Very well,” she answered back, her voice suddenly harshly cruel and strong. “The pocket-watch,” she said. I turned back to the witch. I glanced down at it, then my prized possession. It hung at my side every day, on my bedside table every night. Although I shall admit I got it by rather unscrupulous means, I was proud of how it glittered in the light, how it set off the vivid hues of my waistcoat. “What of it?” I had said, raising an eyebrow. Ah, how haughty I still sounded, how unworried, how proud! She gave me a silky sly smile, and then declared, “Yes, that beautiful golden-gilt watch, a testimony of your wealth, indeed that very watch shall be your death. The day that watch stops shall be the day you die.” Then, even then, I was arrogant as ever, that twinge of fear was ignored, “You silly crone, I shall merely wind it up again. In fact, I may not, for I do not believe in such superstitious nonsense,” I declared. Cunningly she smiled, and then turned around and hobbled off into the night, gone within the minute. I thought no further of it that evening, how merrily I danced with the girls, how loudly I sang, how ravenously I ate. But that very night, as I lay in bed, I could hear it. Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock… It lay on my bedside table, and after half an hour of listening I groaned, heaving out of bed, and took it into the parlor. After that I fell into an exhausted sleep, but that crone’s voice, cackling in my ear, followed my dreams mercilessly, mockingly saying, “Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, The Clock Never Stops.” Over and over again she chanted the phrase, until I awoke in a cold sweat. I couldn’t fall asleep again that night, tossing and turning restlessly, but still the ticking followed me. The pocket-watch in the other room echoed in the silence, even though I knew I couldn’t possibly hear it from all the way in the bedroom. At last I hauled myself out of bed and walked into the parlor and scooped up the watch. I fished around in my dresser and at last found the miniature key to the watch. I stuck it in the small hole and started slowly to wind it. Then I blanched. The key spun uselessly in the hole, it wouldn’t catch, wouldn’t wind.<br />
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Aye, five years, far too long to live under the curse of a pocket-watch! Every day pretending to be at ease, pretending to be happy. Every night lying drenched in my own sweat, listening to the clock as if my very life clung on it. Indeed, it does! I cannot bear it, cannot bear listening to the clock, but cannot bear to be parted from it. <br />
<br />
I hid it, once, in the depths of a closet, and for the rest of the day I gave barely a thought about it. But again, when night’s black cloak fell, I caught myself straining to hear it, worrying endlessly that perhaps it was slowing and I could not hear it. Rushing, I hurried down the hallway to the particular wardrobe, nightgown flapping against my legs in my haste. I dragged it from the depths of the wardrobe and gave a relieved sigh that it was still ticking steadily. Soon however, I turned pale again, realizing that I would not, could not, bear to be away from it. <br />
<br />
Ah, cruel one, cruel life you have doomed me to. It would be almost better to crush the vile thing, to stamp on it, to stop having to listen to the cruel ticking! Yes! To kill the clock! It could not be that I would die, could it? Superstitious. My imagination. Indeed, too long to live under the curse of my own mind! Kill that dreadful ticking, come what will. On my pillow, there it lies. So easy, so simple, just to smash the dreaded thing. The bed creaked as I crawled out of bed. I took the little silver hammer from the mantle, a memento of my father’s occupation. Snatching the still ticking clock, I held it on the desk and smashed the hammer down upon it. I looked away a second before the hammer crashed down, wincing as it flew downward. There was a dreadful crunching sound, and then… nothing. Not a tick, not a tock, not a sound. Silence. I slowly opened my eyes, and then looked at the pocket-watch. Its silver insides were spilt all over the floor and desk. The wood of the desk was horribly dented, but who cared of that? The ticking was gone. Forever, and I was fine! Bah, horrible witch, filling me with such horror for nothing. Just then a great, old grandfather clock down the hall started booming, Dong, Dong, Dong. I had hunched over warily when it began, but straightened as I listened, horror dawning on me. Dong. Each peal a mournful funeral bell, <i>my</i> funeral bell. The ticking was gone. Dear God what had I done! Dong. That ticking was my life! Every second of it! Gone forever! I got cold all over, and fear swept in a cold dark wave over me. I fell to the floor slowly, and everything faded to black, as the last ‘Dong’ filled my mind, echoing back and forth, never ending.<br />
<br />
The next morning, a maid entered the room, and gave a scream of horror. Her master lay on the floor, and his face was white as the dead. A policeman showed up within the hour. “Nope, no foul play. It was a heart attack, I’m afraid. Strange for one so young.”<br />
<br />
<b>The End</b><br />
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Well, did you guess? I was trying to imitate Edgar Allen Poe's writing style... particularly the <i>Tell-Tale Heart. </i>Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-8788045186086575282009-09-27T20:42:00.000-07:002009-09-27T20:47:08.386-07:00My Problems with The Circle TrilogyI like Ted Dekker's books, especially the Circle "trilogy" (it's really a quartet). But I have noticed some flaws in his... what would you call it, theology?<br />
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1. In the book White, Thomas is urged, commanded, even, by "Elyon" (the fiction world's allegory for God) to woo a Horde princess. In this world, evil is seen, and manifests itself as a skin condition that fogs the mind. There are two parties, the Horde (those who don't follow Elyon) and the Circle (those who do). So Thomas, a leader of the Circle, is commanded by Elyon to show love and woo the Horde princess, Chelsie. Here's what I have wrong with it.<br />
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"Do not be yoked together with unbelievers. For what do righteousness and wickedness have in common? Or what fellowship can light have with darkness?" - 2 Cor. 6:14<br />
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Christians marrying unbelievers never works. Christians think "I can change him/her"... but usually it does just the opposite, pulling the Christian away from God. This, of course, does not mean that we shouldn't love unbelievers, in fact Christians (and the Circle in Dekker's book) are commanded to love their enemies, and pray for those who persecute them. But we're not supposed to love with Eros (romantic love), but Agape (unconditional love; as we love ourselves).<br />
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</b><br />
<b>SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T READ GREEN YET!!!</b><br />
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2. In Dekker's book Green (just out), there's a scene at the end where about half of the believing Circle turn away from Elyon and follow a false prophetess, so to say (not quite right, but I'm trying to explain if you've never read it before) and end up doing things against Elyon and his word. At the very end, Elyon rescues the other half of his people and they follow him to paradise. In order to do so they dive into a lake, and it mentions one person who had turned away diving into the waters. But there's nothing about all the other warriors, and Samuel (Thomas' son) can't go to paradise because he led the people astray and followed the prophetess.<br />
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Now, perhaps it's just the denomination Dekker's in, I don't know, but I personally believe that once you have your salvation and have accepted Christ's sacrifice (as Samuel did) you cannot lose your salvation. My pastor actually just taught a message on it. He pointed out (and this is mostly all I remember, I'm certain there were better reasons) that if we could loose our salvation, we would have lost it a long time ago. He also pointed out it was against God's character, and, um, other reasons too. (Comment if you need scriptures on this or anything... I'm not going to bother go finding my notes unless you do.)<br />
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3. Dekker got his information on bats from Calvin... ;) <a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z60/palacepuppy/Cartoons-MARK%2520WITH%2520X%2520WHEN%2520USED/Bats1a.jpg&imgrefurl=http://mimosasonthefrontlawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/bats-arent-bugs.html&usg=__KCpRToWpH4sTUGMC_z16Lg3aW5I=&h=283&w=433&sz=32&hl=en&start=5&sig2=W21uWXdGRxbwk0IiomNNIw&um=1&tbnid=awRk4lcLZw4-4M:&tbnh=82&tbnw=126&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dcalvin%2Band%2Bhobbes%2Bbats%2Baren%2527t%2Bbugs%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DN%26um%3D1&ei=iC7ASojlFpLelAfhh-SwBQ">http://mimosasonthefrontlawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/bats-arent-bugs.html<br />
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Also, I have a problem with Dekker's book "Boneman's Daughter". It was awful. It could hardly be labeled "Christian"; it was violent, morbid and made me feel physically sick. Honestly. I mean, some of his books have been a bit bad, but this was just awful. Don't bother reading it. Dekker's writing has gotten steadily worse as his books become more violent and morbid, and this is probably the worst. Even Green has some moments in it that are a bit like Boneman's Daughter... I hope his writing will improve, but it seems to be going in the opposite direction.Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-59041991668424298522009-09-14T15:13:00.000-07:002009-09-14T15:18:40.303-07:00Here are some things that amused/scared me out West....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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3. Technical climbers start young here, I guess.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipI51rude19vaVy4DaNbvtI4uTMfZi8RfWr5utIkeWdpBBlQDijDU3VfchgCAgC_FeuM57UH4sBxO-aSAmndBrjkGY3wu7CIJxf1v4RIYcC1WJnq2p6IMGpvQ5sOMWS4Hrm8g9iVfQZOc/s1600-h/IMG_8021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipI51rude19vaVy4DaNbvtI4uTMfZi8RfWr5utIkeWdpBBlQDijDU3VfchgCAgC_FeuM57UH4sBxO-aSAmndBrjkGY3wu7CIJxf1v4RIYcC1WJnq2p6IMGpvQ5sOMWS4Hrm8g9iVfQZOc/s320/IMG_8021.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCi9ulRhSYiWCDh_-tuLWPAZloMsJUbot_8tRBI1vxw9Y4OkhKZpz67MvRqrIib6guoa7q1hCjpe6vgvknrL45rZ-6JgbDFIx2246M_a94_WrOmur_rIpTFFeMTViQ66W0sveCaH0KqCs/s1600-h/IMG_8003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCi9ulRhSYiWCDh_-tuLWPAZloMsJUbot_8tRBI1vxw9Y4OkhKZpz67MvRqrIib6guoa7q1hCjpe6vgvknrL45rZ-6JgbDFIx2246M_a94_WrOmur_rIpTFFeMTViQ66W0sveCaH0KqCs/s320/IMG_8003.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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4. At first it looks like an innocent Popeyes poster... then you read the bottom right hand corner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiANuqP8mWnXiXtoEB_fXTTCJ4Z8Qo7WjoKAYI71Qg4czddVhZifFLsMl2IUy1xlcbZsQDa1XkRv0zN4H0f0TXpKdmBOWPBAIxX6a-Bs5Xz0rNy-sCzzJLrsT3zvL-mcuVO68c8ro1Ry3U/s1600-h/IMG_8096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiANuqP8mWnXiXtoEB_fXTTCJ4Z8Qo7WjoKAYI71Qg4czddVhZifFLsMl2IUy1xlcbZsQDa1XkRv0zN4H0f0TXpKdmBOWPBAIxX6a-Bs5Xz0rNy-sCzzJLrsT3zvL-mcuVO68c8ro1Ry3U/s320/IMG_8096.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">5. How do you get in that door again?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxJS2liC7sV0N5d1s9DevD3l47qgmB9AuetEEhoQhFtZZMH3EqjvTO8SNdHBxPqCNXH8C1LZUgexxzspBERuYJRRgRLQ0yYuc-DO01WVPPGuU0WIyIxLp5z_rzERLhS75_Oyc0T0WYkQ/s1600-h/IMG_8386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxJS2liC7sV0N5d1s9DevD3l47qgmB9AuetEEhoQhFtZZMH3EqjvTO8SNdHBxPqCNXH8C1LZUgexxzspBERuYJRRgRLQ0yYuc-DO01WVPPGuU0WIyIxLp5z_rzERLhS75_Oyc0T0WYkQ/s320/IMG_8386.jpg" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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6. What happened to the person wearing it is what I want to know...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3soQ1UbePdF2H-6o5hVUw-Mb9zj-ixKXKQj99HmnM1gB1DK8tFyBkJsCyLQKD520HOuAIq2r3RJ43eDzfEc2uXR4fFMGJeLyyvM43qT4XdDj_zDlms4PC0uvkrmtpSjPe0ehjkutfsDk/s1600-h/IMG_8741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3soQ1UbePdF2H-6o5hVUw-Mb9zj-ixKXKQj99HmnM1gB1DK8tFyBkJsCyLQKD520HOuAIq2r3RJ43eDzfEc2uXR4fFMGJeLyyvM43qT4XdDj_zDlms4PC0uvkrmtpSjPe0ehjkutfsDk/s320/IMG_8741.JPG" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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7. Um, ok, I get it. Don't go near the squirrel, don't go near the squirrel, don't go near the squirrel..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6na-HTNfbIG9TuICFtBKjbkGW5asIxfJs4SzsnjB1pJXCJtt50adbD-iwIJFznLRvaGaBQzpBNGLTd9Vuo7KXbwBR7QSNj20zuxtzOQ22wFIqkMb7m1GPlezpzqYSrKblTmv-eqezJNs/s1600-h/IMG_9656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6na-HTNfbIG9TuICFtBKjbkGW5asIxfJs4SzsnjB1pJXCJtt50adbD-iwIJFznLRvaGaBQzpBNGLTd9Vuo7KXbwBR7QSNj20zuxtzOQ22wFIqkMb7m1GPlezpzqYSrKblTmv-eqezJNs/s320/IMG_9656.jpg" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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8. Look! They make miniature pueblos at the hotels! (Yeah, it's my dad's lame joke...)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFGDPY-ULXAtdyESEMlYWFG1aoZ7G2eCzPQDMFrFqMJ7DUjojmrMeeiGdj5HZ-LTJlEXkwu27jfQuHZw9tfc5y1E8OwpvaT4S6LIRFVDunsKaKK96E2281s9iq_vE-jQSVkVg-9jwwxsg/s1600-h/IMG_0151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFGDPY-ULXAtdyESEMlYWFG1aoZ7G2eCzPQDMFrFqMJ7DUjojmrMeeiGdj5HZ-LTJlEXkwu27jfQuHZw9tfc5y1E8OwpvaT4S6LIRFVDunsKaKK96E2281s9iq_vE-jQSVkVg-9jwwxsg/s320/IMG_0151.JPG" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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9. Wait a second...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSzZFqGdONyIAffJ051LPVGZGvJeMRzbkW98n5BMdvBG41KmXccsTKK7V2dXOPmY0qL8RTHiNJ7q52uFiViP6iBzvnHNcNJIVEBXqvSZNXrEsyNTJJwc4Mk3OiWW_k_pKxY3g4ObYrsTU/s1600-h/IMG_9828.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSzZFqGdONyIAffJ051LPVGZGvJeMRzbkW98n5BMdvBG41KmXccsTKK7V2dXOPmY0qL8RTHiNJ7q52uFiViP6iBzvnHNcNJIVEBXqvSZNXrEsyNTJJwc4Mk3OiWW_k_pKxY3g4ObYrsTU/s320/IMG_9828.jpg" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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10. They don't believe in Daylight savings time here. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCI22as5IBZfTqCZ3PmacaVArec3R7gqXQs4kYtGPEWAHZ4xBq_v7WLHU4UyrwlLpP-_WEYAuGfsWczLXNX27eipP3fIMTw76AQielSYrMqagLM35FV3gn_XaT_SHONQe70R5WInbntMU/s1600-h/IMG_0220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCI22as5IBZfTqCZ3PmacaVArec3R7gqXQs4kYtGPEWAHZ4xBq_v7WLHU4UyrwlLpP-_WEYAuGfsWczLXNX27eipP3fIMTw76AQielSYrMqagLM35FV3gn_XaT_SHONQe70R5WInbntMU/s320/IMG_0220.jpg" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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11. Now I can say it in 7 different lanuguages! (this is at the Lake Powell visitor's center, by the way)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisGXszVL7wFAJvK7bnjQsuwaUIP3oXyeuiNjIO1rQ8zXMEzcOmthlti2mMkJt6l4cnpBIqMmj5HXMcjdpUgPPgSk7WN90KxwAoCDFJRe1Gz-Tx7iOvdqF40TZoPqD2HXMcBlBTDpMnpI0/s1600-h/IMG_0115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisGXszVL7wFAJvK7bnjQsuwaUIP3oXyeuiNjIO1rQ8zXMEzcOmthlti2mMkJt6l4cnpBIqMmj5HXMcjdpUgPPgSk7WN90KxwAoCDFJRe1Gz-Tx7iOvdqF40TZoPqD2HXMcBlBTDpMnpI0/s320/IMG_0115.jpg" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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12. If you really need this sign you're already off the edge.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrs85lO9aAE9T-zkqh2sYIL9GObfIzBfA7GMWX4OAzIAqtq-lMTKpWo_MTBK_0Fhb7ju1UUo9dXU41V-3NQgskS9Bqam0NA5hTVo5MbzcxGy-ks8LV8dCKjqvKQ8vy0RBpqShZqqabfmY/s1600-h/IMG_0764.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrs85lO9aAE9T-zkqh2sYIL9GObfIzBfA7GMWX4OAzIAqtq-lMTKpWo_MTBK_0Fhb7ju1UUo9dXU41V-3NQgskS9Bqam0NA5hTVo5MbzcxGy-ks8LV8dCKjqvKQ8vy0RBpqShZqqabfmY/s320/IMG_0764.JPG" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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13. Interrogation</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVVEDn44csdxFaQDU6UllW_vE61eAb_0vPJQIaI4P5v8D-3SBiOw5YRXAexB_OVSLKS1e-LCfuRX2eS7qUL_QpabtJLxhQE99DXjbkraVwBP9C6edePavdGctDLW1BGoowXns4SYHLX-M/s1600-h/IMG_1555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVVEDn44csdxFaQDU6UllW_vE61eAb_0vPJQIaI4P5v8D-3SBiOw5YRXAexB_OVSLKS1e-LCfuRX2eS7qUL_QpabtJLxhQE99DXjbkraVwBP9C6edePavdGctDLW1BGoowXns4SYHLX-M/s320/IMG_1555.JPG" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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14. This is how I feel when I get in the shower.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjizMyA49FzIlmtocVtN5wT6OdpoknAGqGx2lRcSY_zqQYn6WLRg_91-DWeZJdSDJGvoF30y4GQTHQ25ZaMNnvR23BM7GvxlIBj1OTLz36UHRrQxDMm7LCnVN3MStIE6ltG0NQHJ4ELU7c/s1600-h/IMG_2424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjizMyA49FzIlmtocVtN5wT6OdpoknAGqGx2lRcSY_zqQYn6WLRg_91-DWeZJdSDJGvoF30y4GQTHQ25ZaMNnvR23BM7GvxlIBj1OTLz36UHRrQxDMm7LCnVN3MStIE6ltG0NQHJ4ELU7c/s320/IMG_2424.jpg" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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15. Pwease, can I have jwest a widdle bit? :(</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuTZEJLHjTKRpQ0BkEWvuUhiR07kf8trYuR69D3cD_YO-reqPNnW9DV53kLOMCstIhFYUcgr7NPu4DltC_2RHijuvGvOGcGZF9dnavHHEGUlY0ZIUTHFl71WsxRc-FDx-HSNl8Hu-wnQc/s1600-h/IMG_2664.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuTZEJLHjTKRpQ0BkEWvuUhiR07kf8trYuR69D3cD_YO-reqPNnW9DV53kLOMCstIhFYUcgr7NPu4DltC_2RHijuvGvOGcGZF9dnavHHEGUlY0ZIUTHFl71WsxRc-FDx-HSNl8Hu-wnQc/s320/IMG_2664.jpg" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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18. Denver, home of... "Cape Cod potato chips!" Yay! Hey... wait a second...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisYpl-wtrwq-I88XUlUq7LxYY7Kx2tUryvRFrK0tSB7QBSXXAG4QiVkGkqWYSsUf0p5mklW-o7no_55s2BUOZs2OpShtwwYIffh_aj8xQNevxM06_o1IFQCj_Rw6B8yXC0sogHEm6X0A/s1600-h/IMG_3078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisYpl-wtrwq-I88XUlUq7LxYY7Kx2tUryvRFrK0tSB7QBSXXAG4QiVkGkqWYSsUf0p5mklW-o7no_55s2BUOZs2OpShtwwYIffh_aj8xQNevxM06_o1IFQCj_Rw6B8yXC0sogHEm6X0A/s320/IMG_3078.JPG" /></a></div><br />
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Sunrise at the Grand Canyon... and the little boy is playing with rocks or a bug or something. </div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqkGCQ1-MQURReExRu-LMFdkDMC44sGLAQ86krkg6ouag9-qHrtaG106D9QjLoUPf6R5_9ARW_I7yRRngGDjHzXvkAvuJrBMc1PIv3eeBGCmt4cLh3ZQeY2vbLbSB_jQMgrntWSfsEuMc/s1600-h/IMG_1105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqkGCQ1-MQURReExRu-LMFdkDMC44sGLAQ86krkg6ouag9-qHrtaG106D9QjLoUPf6R5_9ARW_I7yRRngGDjHzXvkAvuJrBMc1PIv3eeBGCmt4cLh3ZQeY2vbLbSB_jQMgrntWSfsEuMc/s320/IMG_1105.jpg" /></a></div></div>Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-90763916122523326232009-08-22T08:34:00.000-07:002009-08-22T09:14:26.879-07:00Ariadne... NOT ArachneAriadne is actually my "pen" name. Although my real name is pretty interesting too. Anyways, Ariadne was a princess in Greek mythology. Here are my awful versions of the stories of the Minotaur, and the story of Arachne.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Minotaur</span><br />It all started when The King of Crete's wife got on the wrong side of the god Posideon. She didn't sacrifice a cow he sent to them or something. Anyway, Posideon cursed her, and she had a child. The Minotaur, which was half-man, half-bull, and had a nasty hankering for human flesh. The King of Crete, Minos, for some strange reason, felt like keeping the monster. He had his architect, Daedalus, build an impossible maze for the beast, the Labyrinth. Crete somehow managed to threatened Athens into sending seven young men and seven young maidens every seven years to be sacrificed to the Minotaur.<br /><br />Theseus, a young prince of Athens, took a place of one of the other young men, planning to kill the Minotaur. His father, the king of Athens, was distraught, and made Theseus promise to change the ship's black sails to white if he returned safely.<br /><br />When Theseus arrived, he immediately caught the eye of the Princess Ariadne, who fell in love with him. Not wanting such good looks to go to waste, she asked Daedalus to help Theseus defeat the Minotaur and escape the impossible Labyrinth safely. He gave her a magic string to help Theseus navigate the maze. The night before they were to be sacrificed, Ariadne led Theseus to the Labyrinth. He tied the string to the doorway and followed the thread into the heart of the Labyrinth, where he slew the Minotaur. He then quickly escaped the maze, grabbed his fellow Athenians and the girl, and they sailed off.<br /><br />Well, as it so happens, Theseus was a jerk and didn't even like Ariadne. On the way home he dumped the sleeping princess on a deserted island and sailed off. I guess he got his just deserts in the end; he forgot to switch his black sails for white and his ole' dad committed suicide when he saw the black sails coming in.<br /><br />Ariadne had it a bit better off. Turns out the god of wine, Dionysus, fell in love with her. Unlike many of the Greek myths, where the gods spend a night a princess and leave her to raise a demigod baby; Dionysus actually married Ariadne. She lived with him in Olympus, lived a long, happy life, and had several children. When she died, Dionysus either took her back from Hades or made her a constellation, depending on what version of the myth you read.<br /><br />Plus, she has a really cool name.<br /><br /><br /><br />"Ariadne" is not to be confused with "Arachne", as my father did.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Arachne</span><br />As the story goes, Arachne was a famous weaver, one of the best weavers in the land. She had the audacity to proclaim that she was better at it than Athena, the goddess of arts and crafts (and wisdom). Athena was a bit pissed-off, but being a nice lady, decided to give Arachne a break. She took on the guise of an old lady and warned Arachne to be careful and to not offend the gods. Arachne rudely said she wished she could have a weaving contest with the goddess to prove her point. Athena revealed herself and let Arachne have her contest.<br /><br />At the end, Athena admitted that Arachne's weaving was flawless, but was horribly offended at her subject matter. Arachne had woven all pictures of the gods committing infidelity and such with mortals. Athena cursed Arachne and turned her into a spider.<br /><br />And now "Arachnid" is a word for "spider" today. Isn't that neat?Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-1789561094475205082009-08-21T09:51:00.000-07:002009-08-21T09:52:27.181-07:00"Perfect Behavior"<div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9JC4rHPOgq_zWtFGf_AEy_dfpD1Mb3rKQweR3TYOG6ik9BwJgqZJe6ZnNSVYC3uuSnRSfBB5kWZV5QrUX_LyiYGE2dPsH16SWoduD3XlybM3-dklk1G3wX9aUuuqH3IWwM9wa1F_OKa0/s320/IMG_6457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372162964967002402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is a really funny old book, published in 1922 I believe. (My nana was 11! ... and she's 98 now!) Anyways, a day or so ago we went over to a friend's house for my little brothers' art class. While they were doing their art thingy, I sat with the grownups and took pictures of the family's parakeets (got some cool photos of them, too!). It was the first time I had been to the L.'s house, so Mrs. L. showed me around. It's really old and cool, and you have to go through bathrooms and other people's bedrooms to get to your own, it's sort of amusing. She then showed me a history book of the particular town they lived in; it had a list of all the past owners of the house. Well, one thing led to another and she showed me this book. I guess they found it in the house when they moved in. It got a plus with me immediately, cause it looked like it'd be awesome in a photograph. She read a little bit of it, it's hilarious! It's a satire of old-fashioned manners and rules... very funny. She didn't even realize it was a parody until I told her later on. We were about to leave and at the last moment I ran back inside and asked if I could borrow it. It has all sorts of funny things in it, what the etiquette is if you get run over by a car, how to get introduced to a lady if you don't have any of the same friends (burn down her house and help her up when she trips over the rope you put across her walkway when she flees the burning building), how to take care of a baby, etc. It's VERY amusing... I haven't finished it yet.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Here's an excerpt, I already typed it down on facebook, may as well copy and paste.</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; min-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Automobile one:</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; min-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; min-height: 19px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It is never correct for young people of either sex to push older ladies in front of swiftly approaching motor vehicles or street cars.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span></span></p><p color="#333333" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A young man, if run over by an automobile driven by a strange lady, should lie perfectly still (unless dead) until an introduction can be arranged; the person driving the car usually speaks first."</span></span></p><p color="#333333" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; min-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></p><p color="#333333" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Engagement one:</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; min-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"After you have secured the girl's permission, it is next nessicary to notify her father of the engagement. In this particular case, as he happens to be your employer, the notification can take place in his office. First of all, however, it would be advisable to prepare some sort of speech inadvance. Aim to put him as far as possible at ease, lead up to the subject gradually and tactfully. Abruptness is never "good for". The following is suggested as a possible model.</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Good morning, Mr. Doe, say, I heard a good story from a traveling salesman last night. It seems there was a young married couple - (here insert a good story about a young married couple). Wasn't that rich? Yes, sir, marriage is a great thing - a great institution. Every young man ought to get married, don't you think? You do? Well, Mr. Doe, I have a surprise for you, (here move toward the door). I'm going to (here open the door) marry (step out of theroom) your daughter."(close the door quickly)."</span></span></p></div>Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-53522700536619071542009-08-09T11:04:00.000-07:002009-08-09T11:19:22.769-07:00Worldview AcademyWhew!<br /><br />This was originally for my own benefit, to help me remember the week, but then I made the fatal mistake of saying I was writing it as a facebook post. Then several people wanted to see it, and I made the mistake of telling them they could read it… so hopefully it’s too long for them to bother reading all the way through. It is really unedited, because I’m lazy and it’s taken too long already.<br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Wow. Um, yes. Lots to write. Lots and lots. Ok. Here I go.<br /><br />First of all, Worldview Academy is a camp for Christian teens, and as to what we do... well, that is what this blog post is all about. … I’m just going to put down my garbled notes for each lecture, and other things.<br /><br />We drove up on Sunday afternoon after church, my friends Amanda, Emily, Allie and Lydia. We got there, um, I don't know when. The staffers were jumping up and down and waved us into the right place to park, and then took our bags in for us, which was really nice. We got settled in, girls on 2nd floor, boys on 3rd.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5:00 - Roundup</span><br />Then we had roundup, which was kind of weird, we all got in 4 different circles, we each had a wristband of either red, yellow, blue or green, and they had us do a "race" against the other color teams; we stood in a circle and were first supposed to clap, in order, all the way around like a ripple, then move our heads in the opposite direction, and, um, two other things as well, and whichever team rippled around the fastest won. Then we all got in a big circle and they told us we couldn't have dinner till we got it down to 15 sec. "With that I'll be lucky to have Friday lunch!" the guy would say when we did it really slow. Finally we got it down, and then we were separated into our small groups by age, and we went around the circle telling our age, where we lived, and something odd about ourself, before we actually went to dinner.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5:30 - Dinner</span><br />The food at Keene College is awesome! And unhealthy. They also have a cool swirl frozen yogurt machine... it tastes just like ice cream.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6:15 – Orientation – Brandon Booth</span><br />Then there was Orientation, where the camp director, Brandon Booth, told us all the rules in a way that had us almost rolling on the floor laughing.<br />There was a rule that the guys could never go into the girls’ dorm, or the girls in the guys… the only problem was that we were both in the same dorm, so they said, “floors” instead of dorms. He said boys couldn’t go on the girls floor because, “You’ll go on that floor and won’t know what hit you! All of a sudden you’ll be drinking imaginary tea with imaginary stuffed animals!!! When you come out everybody will laugh at you because your toenails will be painted pink!!!” and apparently the boys couldn’t go on the boy’s floor because, “As soon as a dorm is designated to be a boy’s dorm it releases odor and will stink. If you step on the boy’s floor you might not make it out conscious because of the fumes.” Then there was the “five minute rule” where he got a boy and a girl volunteer to come forward and demonstrate. Basically you always have to be five minutes apart. He had them stand on opposite sides of the stage and had the guy walk REALLLY slowly towards the girl. His point was that you can be as close as you want as long as you aren’t touching and you will always be five minutes away, if you are moving unperceivably. He also had a funny demonstration as to why we couldn’t have cell phones, cause you could call because you were upset, and then the issue would be resolved but your mother wouldn’t know that and would drive all the way up on the warpath. We also had a strict lights out (11:30) so that everybody could sleep because, “As soon as a building is turned into a dorm it develops the strange quality that makes it echo really loud.” And he told the boys, who were upstairs, “It sounds like a Tyrannosaurus Rex walking across the floor” (he demonstrated) “and don’t think tiptoeing will work, because that just sounds like a Tyrannosaurus Rex tiptoeing!” He kind of got off on a tangent about how hard it would be for a Tyrannosaurus Rex to turn a doorknob with it’s stubby little arms and had everybody in fits. And he also talked about how we were supposed to have labeled everything, and how our moms had labeled even our underwear with our name, phone number and address and how embarrassing it would be if they had to mail our tighty-whities home to us. That was also why we couldn’t have a drug factory in our rooms, because our name and address would be all over everything.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7:30 - Worship</span><br />Then we had worship… and I can’t remember when but we learned this really cool old hymn put to a new tune.<br />http://www.igracemusic.com/hymnbook/demos/WhateerMyGodOrdains.mp3<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8:00 – The Deadliest Monster Lecture. </span><br />This one was “What Kind of Monster are You? or, “What is the Nature of Man?” I forget which lecturer did this lecture, but he used two different monsters as examples. Frankenstein and Jekyll&Hyde. Basically any worldview can have one of two answers to the question, “What is the nature of man?” In Frankenstein the answer is men are basically good and it’s society’s fault for our evil. In Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde the answer is that man is inherently sinful. Every religion except Christianity goes with the former, and he explained how even some religions that say that man is sinful don’t really mean it, because they all say man can save himself, etc.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9:00 – Intro to Worldviews – Jeff Baldwin </span><br />“Man’s chief end is to glorify God and enjoy Him forever.”<br />1. Your worldview is your framework for understanding evidence.<br />2. Everyone has a worldview whether they know it or not<br />3. It’s ok to have the answers, but make sure you are seeing clearly<br />4. Everything comes at us from a worldview<br />5. Actions flow from worldviews<br />6. Ideas have consequences<br />7. Worldviews fall into one of 4 categories;<br />a. Theism (One God)<br />b. Atheism (No god(s))<br />c. Polytheism (many gods)<br />d. Pantheism (everything is god)<br />8. The Truth bears inspection – don’t be afraid to examine it.<br />9. God expects us to think in terms of worldview<br /><br />A well-rounded worldview answers these questions;<br />What is real? What is human? What happens at death? How do we know right and wrong? What is the meaning of human history? Etc.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10:15 – Hall meeting</span><br />Basically just separating the genders and going over the rules of courtesy to the opposite sex. The boys opened doors for the girls, let them go first in line, and put dishes away for us. Girls had to be thankful and, um, other stuff. :D Anyways, thank you, guys. It was kind of funny because a few times the boys would charge ahead to open to doors for us and we had to jump out of the way. Also, the college had a cool dishwasher thingy, and sometimes us girls snuck over so we could put our dishes in it away before the boys could ask.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10:45 – T-time</span><br />Our small groups got together and talked over what we had done, played some games and got to know each other. This inevitably always went over and left us five minutes to get ready for bed at 11:30. My group included the leaders, Anne and Amelia, and students, Nicole, Mikalea, Sasha, Jo, Laurel, Maggie, Esther, Tatiana, Andrea, Me, and I-feel-so-guilty-for-forgetting-her-name. Sasha, by the way, was from Russia. I guess her family comes to CT every summer for 3 months. It was really funny; one of the lecturers was trying to figure out who came the farthest. It was SOOOOO funny the expression on his face when she said she was from Russia. Perhaps “flabbergasted”.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7:30 (around) – Wake up & clean up</span><br />I have a feeling the boys just sort of rolled out of bed 5 minutes before 8 and rushed downstairs, but the girls got up early and showered and put on makeup and did their hair, etc. We always had a hair-braiding party in one of the suites. Well, not me personally, I just watched. I had my hair done once but I pulled it out by breakfast.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8:00 – Quiet time </span><br />The part of the day when you pray & read God’s word & just spend time with him.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8:30 – Breakfast</span><br />Um… what can I say? Pancakes… and awesome chocolate milk.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9:15 – Camp picture. </span><br />This was SOOOOOO funny. They had the girls all line up in rows neatly, “move over a bit, shift, bend down, next row, I need a taller girl right there, etc.” Then the boys, “fill in behind.” Brandon Booth was taking the picture and standing precipitously on top of a soccer goal, (with the sun behind him so we all had to squint.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9:45 – Reliability of Scripture </span><br />My garbled, notes. Please note that we mostly had to fill in the blanks in our notebooks for this one.<br /><br />What is the most profound question one could ever ask?<br />How do we know anything?<br />“Did God really say…?” – Gen 3:1<br /><br />Christianity: a revealed religion<br />- Nature – Rom 1:19-20, Psalm 19:1-2<br />- The Bible – Deut. 6:4-8, Psalm 119, Hebrews 1:1<br />- Christ – The God/man – Hebrews 1:2-3, John 1:14<br /><br />The Bible is the revealed Word of God? How do you know?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Manuscripts</span> – “Copies of copies” – Bible (NT) has the most copies (5656) of all ancient documents, with an extremely low year gap between the original and copy (50-225 yrs). The witnesses were still alive when the copies were created.<br /><br />“To be skeptical of the resultant text of the New Testament books is to allow all of classical antiquity to slip into obscurity, for no documents of the ancient period are as well attested bibliographically as the New Testament.” – John Warwick Montgomery<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Archeology</span> - “It may be stated categorically that no archeological discovery has ever controverted a biblical reference. – Nelson Glueck<br /><br />((Paraphrase version of a story the lecturer told us… please note my failing memory) The Assyrians and Hittites were long believed to be proof of the bible’s flaws; no records/ archeological evidence of them were found until fairly recently. A man brought an Assyrian tablet to an archeologist meeting (something like that), and they all claimed it was a fake because “Assyria didn’t exist”. The guy had the audacity to go back and dig up the whole Assyrian library. Now every history book has Assyria in it.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Prophecy</span> – 333 prophecies about Christ, Jesus fulfilled ALL of them. The chance of that happening is: 1 in 10 to the 17th power to fulfill a mere 8 messianic prophecies, or 1 in 10 to the 157th power to fulfill 48.<br /><br />“I am God… declaring the end from the beginning, and from ancient times things that are not yet done…” – Isaiah 46: 9-10<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Same theme all the way through –</span><br /><br />The redemption of a sinful human race by God’s grace through faith in the shed blood of a redeemer. <span style="font-weight: bold;">+ common experience of Christians:</span><br />“Amazing grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.<br />I once was lost but now am found,<br />Was blind but now I see.” – John Newton<br /><br />How do we know anything? Go to the SOURCE (God’s Word):<br />Karl Barth, one of the 20th century’s most famous theologians, while visiting the University of Chicago was asked the most important thing he had ever learned. He replied: “Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so.”<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11:00 – Servant Leadership – Brandon Booth </span><br />(Microsoft works – an oxymoron)<br />1 Sam 13:14, Jer 5:1, Ezk 22:30 – Christ is searching for young leaders to stand in the Gap, who know the truth.<br />Leadership is the ability to influence others. Leadership is manifested, not bestowed.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Pillars of Leadership</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. “Meekness”</span>- controlled power (self-control – something humble people do. Jesus should be in control of our power, we need to have His worldview; we don’t have to think for ourselves, we have to think like Christ.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. “Integrity”</span> – The quality of condition of being whole and undivided. Integrity is living consistently with what you believe/your worldview. “What you see is what you get”. Be what you claim to be ALL the time. Brandon Booth mentioned that even a jerk could have integrity, if he’s a jerk at work, at home, with his kids, at the park, and is consistently a jerk.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. “Vision”</span> – The ability to see God’s presence, power and plan in spite of the obstacles.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. “Attitude”</span> is infectious, even if only perceived attitude. Your attitude reflects on those around you. To change your attitude.... “Just do!” Think about something or someone else, focus on Christ.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. “Empowerment”</span> – Giving away your responsibilities, training others to do your job. Risking yourself and your reputation on, or for, somebody else. Everybody has somebody else who wants to be like them.<br /><br />Christ served to the point of death.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12:25 – Dinner</span><br />Um, see last dinner. Cool swirly ice cream machine and pizza all the time. My little bro’d LOVE it. I also have the sneaking suspicion that halfway through the week the boys realized they didn’t HAVE to eat lunch first; they could just go straight to the dessert. In fact, I just asked yesterday and had my suspicion confirmed.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1:30 – Leadership Practicum </span><br />I don’t remember what this was! If you do, please help!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2:45 – Sports/ Free Time</span><br />This was awesome; they had all sorts of games, ultimate Frisbee, Basketball, etc. I always went with the indoor Mafia. I love mafia. And sometimes the animal game. Ugh, now I have to explain.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mafia</span><br />1. Every body sits in a circle, you need at least four people, but it’s better with a lot more. We had about 30.<br />2. One person is the narrator, he tells everybody to put their heads down so they can’t see. Everybody except the selected should have their heads down so they can’t see all through the game until they are told to put them up.<br />3. Then he pokes one person on the back, to be the mafia. The murder chooses one person to kill, by pointing at them. Then the mafia is told to put his head back down.<br />4. The narrator then chooses the doctor, who picks someone to save. He then puts his head back down.<br />5. The narrator picks two people to be detectives, the detectives choose whoever they think is the murderer and point at him. The detectives must agree.<br />6. Then everybody looks up and the narrator says, “Last night ‘Peter’ was murdered.” Then the narrator says whether or not the doctor managed to save the right person. Peter can tell how he was (or almost was) murdered. Then the narrator tells if the detectives choose the right person. If the detectives did, then the game is over. Or the narrator can tell how ‘Peter’ died.<br />7. If not, everybody, except the person who was murdered, vote on who the murderer is. If it is a tie everybody votes again between the tied people. The person who was picked is executed and is also dead.<br />8. The narrator tells whether or not they killed the right person, if they didn’t kill the mafia then everybody except the dead people bow their heads again.<br />9. The mafia kills another people, the detectives choose another person, and the doctor tries to save the murdered. Then you repeat steps 6, 7, and 8.<br />10. If the mafia is still not dead repeat.<br />11. The doctor can save himself, but the mafia cannot commit suicide.<br />There are tons of variations of this game. In some games the narrator hands out cards, King = mafia, Queen = Doctor, Jack = detective, etc. Also, depending on how many people there are you can have several mafia. There are other characters who can be added too, Gestapo, who are the “bad” good guys, they are half Mafia, with the ability to kill people, and half detective/police, with the ability to point at people and ask whether or not they are mafia. You can also add a “sniper” who has one shot through the whole game that the doctor cannot save you from.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Animal game</span><br />1. Everybody chooses a different animal to be and sits in a circle.<br />2. One person stands in the middle and is “it”.<br />3. One person starts off by saying whatever his/her animal “eats” another person’s animal… for instance, “Cat eats bull”<br />4. Then that person has to quickly say, “Bull eats Dog (or whatever)” before the person in the middle hits him/her with a pillow or other soft object.<br />5. If “It” gets somebody, that person gets in the middle, and the person who was “it” has to say whom he/she eats before sitting down. If the person sits down than the person in the middle can turn right around and hit him/her and they will immediately be “It” again.<br />6. Also, if the person says she/he eats whatever animal “It” is, he/she can still be hit and “it”.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5:30 – Dinner</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6:30 – Charting Worldviews</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Christianity </span><br /><br />Man… Is Inherently sinful<br /><br />God… Is infinitely gracious… and 3 in 1<br />Is transcendent and imminent<br />Is perfectly holy<br /><br />The Universe…Genesis and John accurately describe creation<br /><br />Truth…is in the Bible, nothing is over the Bible. When the Bible seems to contradict science, reason, etc, go with the Bible<br /><br />Morality… Follow Christ: Selflessness and humility<br /><br />Family… Family matters<br /><br />Politics…. God defines Justice<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The World</span><br /><br />Man… Is basically good<br /><br />God… No he’s not<br />Koran “says” Allah is gracious, but there are no examples of him actually being gracious.<br /><br />Truth… Is in man.<br />Truth Changes<br />4000+ changes in the book of Mormon, Muslim’s Allah has 6 prophets, truth changes, and Muhammad seals end.<br /><br />Morality… Follow man: selfishness and pride<br /><br />Family… Self is all that matters<br /><br />Politics… The state defines Justice<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7:30 - Worship</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8:00 - Image of the Logos (being a word-eater) – Jeff Baldwin</span><br /><br />Key Verse: “Jesus answered, "It is written: 'Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.” – Matt 4:4/ Deut 8:3<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. The God of the Word in an age of images</span><br />What was the most significant event of the 20th century?<br />The decline of the age of Typography<br />The ascent of the age of television (images)<br />(What has happened? Attention span shortened, used to read books & talk. Focus on images, not words.)<br /><br />He also demonstrated by showing a picture of himself and asking “what six letter sentence am I thinking of at that moment to caption the picture?” Some people said some, but none of them were right, and he pointed out that there could be hundreds of them and nobody’d get the right one.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. The importance of words</span><br /><br />- March 3, 1887 – “That was my soul’s birthday.” – Helen Keller, the day she discovered words. Until that point it was almost as if she didn’t have a soul, she could not feel remorse, love, etc, until she had WORDS for it. She couldn’t think of things until she had a word for them.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. The imago dei (image of God) – What is it?</span><br /><br />We share with animals… sort of.<br />- Intelligence –<br />- Personality – we have a unique personality<br />- Gregariousness (sociability)<br />Unique to humans<br />- Morality – we have an innate sense of right and wrong.<br />- Creativity – enjoy things simply because they give us joy and pleasure (art, music, etc.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. I’m a Verbivore!</span><br /><br />John 1:1 - In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.<br /><br />Hebrews 12:4 - For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.<br /><br />58% of Americans never read a book after HS… 42% after college<br /><br />The 1st public school law… you had to learn to read and write (To protect yourself from the attacks of the devil, no less! The Federal papers written by our founding fathers, which students groan over today, were written for the average farmer!)<br /><br />Mass Literacy rate – 1640 – 1670<br />95% of men<br />62% of women<br /><br />1772 – “Almost every man is a reader” – Jacob Duche<br /><br />(An afterword note on this lecture… after I got home from Worldview I started reading 1984, which scared me because the appendix sounded quite a bit like what we were talking about, and how important words really are. You can’t think of something unless you have a word for it.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Break </span><br />Usually we had a ten-minute break between sessions, I usually don’t put it in but I just wanted to say something about Jeff Baldwin’s kids. They’re cute, maybe 12, 9, 7 or so. He was going to let us out of the lecture when he noticed his kids standing in the back, and told us they were “shameless capitalists”. They sold candy to the teens during break. SMART kids. I asked them how much they made each place and the eldest said, “about a hundred dollars”.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9:00 – Image of the Logos II – Jeff Baldwin</span><br /><br />Discourse – Latin for “running about” (capacity of orderly thought, exchange of ideas)<br /><br />Key Verse: “Now the Bereans were of more noble character than the Thessalonians, for they received the message with great eagerness and examined the Scriptures every day to see if what Paul said was true.” – Acts 17:11<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Question –asking: Learning how to Learn </span><br /><br />Language acquisition – “the number of words heard as a baby may be the greatest predictor of later life.<br /><br />Oral Discourse – learn things by talking with people.<br /><br />Literary Discourse – reading books & discussing them, reading above your level.<br />(It was really funny, at this point he put up a slide of a bunch of children’s books, like “Goodnight moon” and “One fish, Two fish,” and “Harold and the Purple Crayon” and all at once everybody started whispering and talking. He said it happened every single time he put it up.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. A Generation Raised by Appliances</span><br /><br />Are the messages true? – NO. Commercials claim their product will give satisfaction.<br /><br />Are Questions allowed? – You can’t ask the TV questions, it teaches us not to ask questions. That is why a child can’t learn from the television.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. The Differences Between Words and Images:</span><br /><br />WORDS<br />Communicate through abstraction and analysis<br /><br />Are precise and exact<br /><br />Are read in linear, logical fashion<br /><br />Can be judged as true or false<br /><br />IMAGES<br />Communicate immediately and intuitively<br /><br />Are impressionistic<br /><br />Are scanned subjectively<br /><br />Cannot be judged as true or false<br />TV isn’t bad; it’s merely ineffective for communicating all forms of information.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. God’s Plan: Frodo Baggins and Jars of Clay</span><br /><br />“… at last with an effort he spoke, and wondered to hear his own words, as if some other will was using his small voice, “I will take the Ring,” he said, “though I do not know the way.” – Frodo Baggins, LOTR (He pointed out that none of the great and powerful people tried to take the ring, or volunteered to do so, or said that Frodo was not strong enough.)<br /><br />“But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong”. – 2 Cor 12:9-10<br /><br />But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. – 2 Cor 4:7<br /><br />One of the reasons we are commanded not to have an image of God is because it could not do Him justice.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">- T-time, bedtime, wakeup, QT, breakfast</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tuesday - </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9:30 – Staff Skit </span><br /><br />This time there were kind of two skits.<br />A guy went up, the lights dimmed and he told us very convincingly about a “reward” that had been fought and died for, since the dawn of time… the Spamley cup. All 4 color teams were competing for it, yellow, red, blue and green. They had trivia every once in a while that you got points if you answered correctly.<br /><br />Then they had the 3-headed leprechaun.<br />These guys were SOOOOOO hilarious. I can’t remember when we had the different skits, but I’ll tell about one I remember at each. Once there were three guys all dressed up in a huge robe so an arm stuck out on each side and they looked like a guy with three heads. They were called “The Three-headed Leprechaun”, and everyone asked them questions and each would say one word of the answer. “The” “Answer” “Is” – inevitably the same guy always said, “Is” and made a funny face. They had everybody in stitches. I asked my friends and they managed to remember some of the questions. “How do you go to the bathroom?” “The. Answer. Is. Confidential.” “If you’re a leprechaun, why aren’t you green?” “Because. Green. STINKS.” That one had everyone in stitches because a head or two was on the green team, I think. And the last one was, “What is the meaning of life?” The first head yelled, “42!” (A reference to hitchhikers guide to the galaxy, a weird book in which scientists make a supercomputer and ask it the question “what is the meaning to life, the universe and everything?” It takes about 7 1/2 million years to figure out the answer and the answer is…. “42”. )<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9:45 – The Path to Wisdom (Wisdom = discerning truth) – Mark Bertrand</span><br />Mark strolled out on stage talking about how he was a budding Jedi and had been flown in from the planet Degoba where he was taking lessons from Yoda, just to give us a lecture about wisdom. He also compared another of the Jeff Baldwin, another lecturer, to Yoda, remarking on the similarity of their faces.<br /><br />Anyways, here are my notes:<br />If you follow God’s wisdom, you have to be willing to be rejected by the world.<br /> Wisdom is not what YOU think – Truth is NOT inside you. Wisdom = discerning truth, Foolishness = inventing truth.<br /> Wisdom is not what you THINK – Thinking is not wisdom, wisdom is not a cerebral exercise, it is measured in deeds not thoughts. Wisdom is about obedience, not intellect. It’s not enough to WANT to do something, you have to DO it. You are wise when you obey and do what is right.<br /><br />Wisdom is the consistent outworking of belief, action and discernment from worldview.<br />There are 2 paths of wisdom –<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. The path of pleasure </span>– Solomon (Ecc. 2:10-11) Solomon tried to find life’s meaning through pleasure and wealth and found meaninglessness. “Seeing beyond pleasure leads to an understanding of the vanity of life under the sun. You can’t make a meaningful life out of wealth, only obedience to God.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. The path of pain</span> – Job (Job 42:1-6) (Elihu – Job 23 – Job’s job was to stick up for God, not himself) We should worship and obey God despite our ignorance.<br />Man’s wisdom: Avoid pain, pursue pleasure. God’s wisdom: believe Truth, do good.<br />1 Peter 3:14b-17 “Better to suffer for doing good, if that is God’s will, than for doing evil.”<br /><br />Then Mark asked the boys why Wisdom was personified as a female. THAT was amusing, for the girls at least. Mark told the boys to be Veeerrrry careful because girls have loooooonnng memories. One boy said, “Because Wisdom must be pursued and won, like a woman”…. And then he ruined it by giving his second answer, “Because if you aren’t nice to her she won’t be nice to you.” Another boy said, “Because she is to be cherished like a woman.” Then he opened it up to the girls; somebody said because the noun in Hebrew was feminine, like a ship. I forget the rest of the answers, but then Mark pointed out to one girl, “If you were in a room full of all males and asked the same question, somebody might have pointed out that there is another “attribute” personified as female in proverbs – folly.” He seemed a bit disappointed that the boys in the room hadn’t mentioned it when he was asking earlier. At the end of his lecture he told us about another time he had given the same lecture. “At the end of my lecture, there was a boy in the front who STILL had his hand up. I knew, I KNEW, not to call on him. I knew that I shouldn’t… but I called on him. He said, “Wisdom is female because she’s HOT!””<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11:00 - Blind Faith </span><br />Here are my notes:<br />IDEAS HAVE CONSEQUENCES<br />Everyone has faith. This is quite obvious with regard to Christians, Buddhists, Muslims, and New Agers, but it is less obvious in regard to Atheists.<br />Here is a list of things an atheist must believe on faith.<br />1. There is no God<br />2. There are no absolutes<br />3. There is no afterlife<br />4. There are no angels or demons<br />5. Life has no purpose (why are they trying to hard to persuade us if life has no purpose and that life has no purpose?)<br />6. Miracles can’t happen<br />7. Souls do not exist<br />8. Emotions are chemical (he did a very funny demonstration of how an atheist should propose to his wife according to his worldview.)<br />9. Conscience doesn’t exist<br />10. Mind and Thought are not real<br />11. Free will and dignity do not exist<br />An atheist has to go to<br />A. Himself<br />B. Society (Majority)<br />C. Nature<br />…to get morality. All of these choices are obviously dangerous. Atheists must doubt EVERYTHING, even that words have meaning, etc. But they assume and take things for granted. What Christians need to do is help atheists be consistent atheists. Atheists cannot live in the real world with their faith.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1:30 – Small group – </span><br />This was when we learned the Hippo song, courtesy of Amelia. It goes something like this and has hand motions:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In the beginning God made me</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And the forest and the trees</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He made the mountain up so high</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And at the top he placed the sky</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">God's fingerprints are everywhere</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Just to show how much he cares</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And in the middle he had lots of fun</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When he made the hippo that weighs a ton</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hip-hip-hip-hip-hippotomus</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hip-hip hurray God made all of us</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hip-hip-hip-hip-hippotomus</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hip-hip hurray God made all of us!</span><br /><br />We sang it every time before we prayed, which was basically every mealtime. By the end of the week everyone was sick of it and it was stuck in everybody’s head. It was really funny because everybody wanted to learn it, and sometimes even a few very brave boys would come over and learn it. A lot of the boys thought it was funny and laughed and watched and cheered after we did it. Oh… and we did the song and then Amelia asked who would pray for us. Laurel, bless her wit, said, out of breath from singing that ridiculous song, “Oh, I think EVERYBODY will.”<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6:30 – Abuse of Power by Mark Bertrand (I think)</span><br />This lecture was about “applying biblical concepts and influences to areas of life the bible does not address, either directly or indirectly.<br />1. Gather your starting points, Bible verses that may apply<br />2. Pursue implications, what the Bible suggests and implies<br />3. Apply the result [ing ethos]<br />4. Check against scripture<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7:30 – Worship</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8:00 – Critical Thinking (Being a Truth-Seeker) – Jay Winslow</span><br />(There are not a lot of notes to go along with this, just what was in the notebook, which is actually a lot. I’ll try to write it down as it appears.)<br /><br />Key Verse: "In fact, for this reason I was born, and for this I came into the world, to testify to the truth. Everyone on the side of truth listens to me."<br /><br />Key Idea: Human beings can know about God and the world because they have been created with the capacity to do so, and because God has actively communicated with them.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. To understand a culture, you must understand its dominant form of discourse – its most significant shared “reality.” For Americans, this is television. </span><br /><br /><br />WORDS<br />Communicate through abstraction and analysis<br /><br />Are precise and exact<br /><br />Are read in linear, logical fashion<br /><br />Can be judged as true or false<br /><br />IMAGES<br />Communicate immediately and intuitively<br /><br />Are impressionistic<br /><br />Are scanned subjectively<br /><br />Cannot be judged as true or false<br />Images transmit feelings, not facts. We should always go, “Fact, faith feelings”, in that order.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. A generation socialized by images is more likely to have a worldview that is conditioned be feelings and emotions rather than by facts and logic. </span><br /><br />The law of non-contradiction – a statement (proposition) cannot be both true and not true at the same time and in the same respect.<br /><br />Something cannot be both X and not X at the same time and in the same respect.<br />“Abortion cannot be both wrong and not wrong. / I cannot be both a human being and a chicken at the same time.”<br /><br />“A culture that is rooted more in images than in words will find it increasingly difficult to sustain any broad commitment to any truth, since truth is an abstraction requiring language. “ – Ken Myers<br /><br />“We live in what may be the most anti-intellectual period in the history of Western civilization…. We must have passion – indeed hearts on fire for the things of God. But that passion must resist with intensity the anti-intellectual spirit of the world.” –R.C. Sproul<br /><br />“We live in the golden age of apologetics at the very moment the devil has made everyone incapable of hearing apologetics. – John Mark Reynolds.<br /><br />Jay Winslow also showed us a video of a poetry slam, Taylor Mali’s “Lack of Conviction” – very funny and sadly true.<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCNIBV87wV4<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. As Christians, we must know what we think and why we think it, understanding that a biblical worldview is consistent with the truth of reality. </span><br />(Can you effectively answer the five worldview questions?)<br />What is real?<br />What is a human being?<br />What happens at death?<br />What are the basics of ethics?<br />What is the meaning of history?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. We must gently and respectfully help non-Christians understand that their worldviews are inconsistent with the truth of reality. </span><br /><br />(Simple Tools for Brain Surgery)<br /><br />What do you mean by -----------? (Def. Of terms)<br /><br />How do you know? (Basis for authority)<br /><br />What difference does it make? (Application)<br /><br />What if you’re wrong?<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9:00 – Night at the Movies</span><br />No notes for this, we watched clips from movies and talked about how two different movies can lead you to two totally different conclusions about an idea.<br /><br /><br />Now I’ll start majorly skipping things….<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wednesday –</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9:30 – Staff Skit </span><br />They got up and did a “movie” skit, with the director directing (with a funny accent, naturally). It was something like, “How I cut my finger and died,” I can’t remember exactly, but something ridiculous about death by finger cut. They did it in a bunch of different ways, regular, in a western, ninja, and a ship (pirate). And every time the “daughter” cut her finger and fell over dead and her “father” called the “doctor”. Except the ninja one… everyone died in that one, I think. And in the pirate one it was the cabin boy. And they did everything in funny accents with ridiculous actions.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9:45 – Evolution – Jay Winslow </span><br />1<span style="font-weight: bold;">. Science blossoms under a proper understanding of reality, the Christian worldview</span><br />- God is transcendent (above and independent of his physical creation).<br />- God’s creation is ordered, rational, and knowable.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Charles Darwin’s radical idea redefines science with philosophical presuppositions. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Evolution causes a radical shift in worldview (That was then, this is now)</span><br />4. Focus on the facts, the wedge of truth, and don’t accept the false dichotomy of facts vs. faith<br />F – Fossil evidence – no transitional forms.<br />A – Ape-man mistakes – All “ape-men” have been disproved; hoaxes<br />C – Chance – too many things have to be EXACTLY right to create life, and the perimeters to create life increase all the time. Everything’s exactly right.<br />T – Textbook errors – Debunked “evidence” still appears in textbooks<br />5. Understand the power of images in popular culture and question them.<br />“We accept the reality of the world with which we’re presented; it’s as simple as that,” –Christof, the Truman Show.<br /><br />Micro<br />- Adaptation within species<br />- Limited, reversible change<br />- No disagreement<br /><br />Macro<br />- “Molecules to man”<br />- Unlimited, directional changes<br />- Much disagreement<br /><br />Christian Scientists<br />- Isaac Newton<br />- Johannes Kepler “Science is thinking God’s thoughts after him” - Astronomy<br />- Robert Boyle – Chemistry<br />- Carolus Linnaeus - Taxonomy<br />- Michael Faraday – Physist<br />- Louis Pasteur – Medicine<br /><br />Evolutionist’s Faith<br />1. Nothing produces everything<br />2. Non-life produces life<br />3. Randomness produces fine-tuning<br />4. Chaos produces information<br />5. Unconsciousness produces consciousness<br />6. Non-reason produces reason<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11:00 – Lawbreakers - Brandon Booth </span><br />(I LOVED THIS LECTURE! Probably my favorite one.)<br /><br />This lecture was basically a reading of Galatians as a letter. Here are my garbled notes.<br /><br />I have “WE CAN’T MAKE IT UP TO GOD!” in capital letters on the top of my page.<br /><br />“Do I please God?” “NO!”<br /><br />We must be very certain of the gospel that we preach (Gal. 1:6-9), if we preach the wrong gospel Christ died for nothing.<br /><br />Man pleasing gospel = man can save himself<br />God pleasing gospel = Christ saved us<br /><br />Brandon Booth made an interesting point, “Abraham [old testament figures] believed in Christ, he looked forward to the promise, just as we look back.<br /><br />Gal 3:19 – “Why the law if the gospel already came?”.... “God gives us the law because he loves us, it makes us see our failure, that we can’t save ourselves. The law is one of the most loving things God has done for us, making us realize that we need Him.<br /><br />How do we know we accepted God’s promise? It is not “I believe”, but “Christ died for me.” Faith doesn’t get us to heaven, Jesus does. The first word shouldn’t be “I”, but “Christ”. Brandon Booth said the best answer he ever heard to the question, “When were you saved?” was “2000 years ago on a cross.”<br /><br />Sin is murder to yourself. Christ has set us free from sin. Sin leads to death! We don’t have to go back and sin. Why would we want to? It’s not an obligation; it’s a privilege to not have to sin anymore. You don’t HAVE to be kind to people, you GET to. You get to do good things, not because you have to, but because it’s GOOD. Why would you not want to do good?<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1:30 - Evangelism Training…</span><br />First they gave us the rules, we weren’t supposed to wear hats/sunglasses, because they obscured the face. We also couldn’t bring a large bible and all had to stand off to one side, to give whoever we were evangelizing to space, they gave an amusing demonstration of what people would think if we brought them. Three of them mobbed their friend who was playing the average Joe and pretended to hit him with their bible. They basically pounced on him, their overacting was hilarious. We also couldn’t bring our lanyards because if we all had them we’d look like a cult. It was really amusing later on, though. At the end of the week everybody got a blue worldview t-shirt… and almost everybody wore it for the last day, so we really DID look like a cult.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">… & Practicum </span><br />They split us into two different groups by small groups, first one would go out and then another. I was in the first group; we all got out and discovered it was raining so we waited another 15min until the rain let up. Meanwhile we watched part of a movie with the second group… a Bill Jack evangelism video. Basically he debated with this girl for about a half-hour/45 minutes. I didn’t get to watch the end but some of the kids in the other group informed me that at the end she didn’t take the tract, but I guess her boyfriend, who was just listening, pounced on it.<br /><br />So we all walked out into downtown Keene, NH. Once we were down their we all divided into groups of three, there was at least one of each gender in each group, and there was supposed to be an Alumni in each group too, but my friend informs me her group didn’t have one. Anyways, I was in a group of four, two boys and another girl, who were all (enthusiastic) alumni’s. I didn’t talk very much… at all. I’m not saying I minded…at all. Anyways, we talked to a dude with a bike for a long time, he was a “Christian” who believed that anyone who “wanted” to go to heaven would, whether they believed in Christ or not. My fellows debated with him for quite a while. Then it started raining… then it started raining harder. It was raining really hard by the time our group leader pulled us out of conversation with the guy; everybody got totally soaked. They brought a big huge van and picked up some of the girls, I got in, but now wished I had walked. All the boys and girls who had walked came back soaked; it probably would have been more fun to slog through the rain.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6:30 – (False) Pseudo-Christian Cults (The Marks of a Cult) - Brandon Booth</span><br />We studied in depth only two cults this time, as a sort of sample, Latter-day Saints and Jehovah’s witnesses<br /><br />Terms:<br />“Pseudo-Christian” – Say they are Christians but aren’t<br />“Cult” – Believe a faith with great passion & ardor<br />(Technically Christians are a “cult”, what matters is which cult is right.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">+ They add to the Word of God. (2 Timothy 3:16-17)</span><br />Latter Day Saints deny the reliability, clarity and finality of Scripture.<br />Jehovah’s Witness deny the clarity of Scripture.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">- They subtract from the deity of Jesus Christ. (John 10:30 –31)</span><br />J.W. don’t believe that Jesus is God; they think he is a creation.<br />L.D.S. believe God and Christ weren’t always God, and believe that you can become God too.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Doctrine of the Trinity</span><br />(You can’t be a Christian and doubt the Trinity)<br />“Three persons of the same substance – co-equal, co-eternal, co-existent.<br />Common Heresies:<br />Tritheism – 3 distinct, separate Gods. <br />Sabellianism – Three parts to God, and ranking.<br />Unitarianism – Just one God, not three.<br />Modalism – God reveals himself in 3 forms.<br /><br />Mormons are polytheistic, they believe there are three distinct and separate gods, and that the Holy Spirit is an “it” not a “he”.<br />(Is the Holy Spirit God? – Acts 5:3-4 – YES)(Is the Holy Spirit a He? – Acts 13:2 (he used that as an example, I think other passages are more clear) – YES)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">X They multiply the terms of salvation. (Eph 2:6-10)</span><br />J.W. – You have to be perfect for God to accept you (works).<br />L.D.S. – You need to follow all the rules.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">÷ They divide their followers’ loyalties between God and the group. (Rom 3:4) </span><br />(We didn’t really get to this one, the other parts went on to long.)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8:00 – Learning to Read</span><br />Everybody, every author, every artist, is influenced by their worldview, it will come out in their story, etc. A hero you write about will tend to have your worldview; everything in a book is part of the message, the deeper you look the more you find.<br />Art argues not with logic, but with emotion. A character embodies an idea, over the course of the book the “idea” is tested, and how the “idea” comes out in the end reveals a truth. But the author is the one who decides whether or not the “idea” will stand true, the biased author. Two different authors can have the same type of “idea” and come to vastly different conclusions. Emotional arguments are very slippery, and convince you in the wrong way.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9:00 – The New Age Worldview – Jeff Baldwin </span><br />In this lecture Jeff Baldwin pretended to be a New Age believer, and everybody could ask him questions to try to persuade him. It was pretty amusing… but I don’t remember any of the questions we asked. Here are some general notes.<br /><br />Show the Truth in Love! Don’t be a hypocrite. It’s not a Christian’s job to speak the truth, but to speak the truth in love.<br /><br />New Agers focus on feelings, not reason. They think we are all “god”, that is, we’re all “cupfuls of the ocean of godhood”. They believe all the books on religion, and say that Christ was just “more in touch with his godhood” than we are. They think that we need to balance our good/bad, love/hate, etc. Americans need to get more in touch with “their feminine side”, even the females. Their children shouldn’t have to obey them because they are “becoming in touch with their godhood” and following their feelings. I managed to ask a question here, “Does that mean your children should obey you?” … and he said “Heavens, no!” Later after the lecture I asked him if I should tell his children that, he laughed and said, “No, they are bad enough as it is!” Anyways, according to the New Age worldview we shouldn’t obey anyone but our feelings. One boy wasn’t getting his question answered so he stood up; when Jeff Baldwin told him to sit down he said he didn’t have to obey anyone. Jeff Baldwin tried not to laugh and the kid did sit down again. New Agers go by what “feels” true, not what sounds true.<br /><br />Here are some tips he gave us after for dealing with New Agers.<br />1. Your best apologetics shouldn’t be words, but your life and actions. 1 John 3:18. Shut up and live the truth after failing to reason with them.<br />2. Show them where their worldview contradicts their feelings.<br />3. Talk about morality as much as possible; show how their worldview contradicts their morality.<br /><br />We were let out before the Alumni, who had a different class. They were learning about the Mormons, I guess usually the lecturer just pretends to be a Mormon, but this time they had actually managed to acquire two young 19 year old Mormons and their Elder. I guess one of the lecturers had been talking to them somewhere and asked if they wanted to come and talk to the kids. I thought that was really fun and snuck in to listen to the tail end of their conversation. It’s sort of weird to have someone trying to convert you and you trying to convert them. It’s interesting, on the surface Mormons almost sound like Christians, but then you get in deep and realize it’s wrong.<br /><br />(On a side note, my dad told us a story yesterday. I guess there was a little old lady widow who went to their church. She was a bit of a shut-in and didn’t get to talk to many people… she was the prayer-warrior. Anyways, when the Mormons came she would say, “Oh, I’ve been waiting for you all day!” and ask them in for cookies and tea or whatever. She had her bible all highlighted in the right places. Poor Mormons. )<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thursday </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9:30 - Staff Skit </span><br />I can’t remember what this skit was, but I’ll tell you about Lost&found. Whenever somebody lost something they had to go up on stage and perform to get the item back. One poor guy lost something like day one and had to go up and rap, “I’m a Little Teapot” with the hand motions. The next day we had to go up and do Riverdance. I lost a little slip of paper with my room number and code on it, I had memorized it and didn’t think I needed it, but she said I had to pass it in! So I went up with a bunch of people who had lost other stuff, thankfully I didn’t have to do it all alone, and Riverdanced…. Riverdunce? Well, it turns out that nearly EVERYBODY lost their paper and we didn’t really need them. At all. I was slightly annoyed at that. It was really funny, on Friday some of my friends lost things on purpose so they could go up and dance together… and we ran out of time and they didn’t have to dance!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9:45 – Driven Leader – Brandon Booth</span><br />This was about the difference between a Charisma driven leader and a Character driven leader. Here’s a list, Charisma on left, Character on right.<br />Influenced by the sphere [arrows point in] ---- Influences the sphere<br />Saul ----- David<br />[Seeks] recognition ---- [seeks] righteousness<br />Realities [more than one truth, truth is relative] ------ reality [believes One Truth]<br />Rights ------ responsibilities<br />[Takes] resources --------- [gives] rewards<br />[“Contacts”, people you know to get stuff out of] relations ------ [friendship] relationships<br /><br />The Character leader does what is right, not what is popular. Charisma is ok, but we should not be driven by it. It’s ok to have gifts and talents; the question is how we use them.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11:00 – Christianity and the Arts – Jeff Baldwin</span><br />(Yet again garbled notes all over the paper, bear with me)<br />Romans 1:18-20<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Christian definition of art:</span><br />Skilled human creativity that reflects God’s truth and God’s beauty. – Order and Harmony<br /><br />It IS possible for non-representational are to demonstrate order and harmony, but it doesn’t very often.<br /><br />Truth and Beauty are inextricably linked.<br /><br />What’s wrong with this definition?<br /><br />2 levels of art<br />1. Art that is worthy of a Christian’s mediation (Philippians 4:8_<br />2. And art that is not.<br /><br />Christians sometimes care more about the message of something than the beauty; God cares just as much about the beauty as of the message, Christians should too. Gen 2:9: God made trees because they were “pleasing to the eye”. God made us to delight in beauty. God is a God of Beauty.<br /><br />Cubism, etc., isn’t art unless it demonstrates order and harmony, if it fits the definition. A good photographer can do art with photos. ANYTHING can be art if it fits the definition.<br /><br />Christians shouldn’t publish their art/writing until it’s good, until it’s worthy of the Philippians 4:8 standard. Christian artists need to do better.<br /><br />Take EVERY thought captive. Think about everything, is it biblical? What worldview? Don’t let anyone think for you, even your pastor. Be guided by scripture, not the law. Legalism is the lazy way out; you just follow it and never think about it. God gave you a brain and expects you to use it!<br /><br />And here’s a diagram.<br /><br />... or not.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2:40 – Evangelism (again)</span><br />This time the second group went out first, and then we went out. I don’t really remember whom we talked to this time… one hostileish atheist. And another person at the same place as the day before.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Relay </span><br />Then we had the competition for the Spamley cup, aside from the trivia we had done all week. The first competition was for the best cheer. Cheers were judged on creativity and the sheer amount of noise produced. If you made any noise at all while another team was going it was counted towards “their” noise.<br />First to go in the cheer competition was green, four guys got in a cluster in the middle and put a little girl (Jeff Baldwin’s daughter was apparently on the green team) on their shoulders. The rest of them strung out in lines and ran around a bit like Snap-The-Whip, and further out they went in opposite directions. I can’t remember if they had a cheer or just yelled. Then went red (I think). All I can remember of theirs is that they had a bunch of cool girls who had done gymnastics doing flips and cartwheels all over the place. Then went blue (I think). Theirs was the closest to ours, but they were sort of confused, I guess they couldn’t decide what to do and got all mixed up. They had a person for each of the other teams and then mobbed them and lifted their own team player on their backs or something. Then it was yellow’s turn. J<br /><br />We totally owe our great cheer to Edward and another girl who had probably been planning weeks in advance. Three big guys, who happened to be wearing the other team’s colors (red, blue, green), and a smaller guy (yellow), lined up in a line like they were going to race. The rest of team yellow stood at the side like spectators. Edward went up and a line of his cheer, and then the rest yelled after him.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">“Red and blue and even green,”</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“Red and blue and even green,”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">“We’ve got something you’ve NEVER seen!”</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“We’ve got something you’ve NEVER seen!”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">“You sit there and feel all mellow…”</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“You sit there and feel all mellow…”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">“But watch out, ‘cause here comes YELLOW”</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“But watch out, ‘cause here comes YELLOW”</span><br />Then he stepped back in and another girl stepped out and said something like, “Green, are you ready? Blue, are you ready? Red, are you ready? Yellow, are you ready?” and after they said yes she said, “on your mark, get set, GO!” And they all started out pretending to run reeeeeaaallly slow, with yellow way behind. Please note that the guy who played “yellow” went to nationals for public speaking. He tripped and fell flat on his face quite dramatically, then got up and ran again. Then red, blue and green started fighting and all fell down, yellow tripped over them and fell over the finish line. It was hilarious. Meanwhile the rest of the team had been humming a tune to some movie (I don’t know what it was), and when yellow past the finish line we all screamed as loud as we could, picked up “yellow” and carried him around. Then we all started singing, “We are ye-llow, all my brothers, sisters and me, we are ye-llow, and we’re the best that we can be.” (We are family).<br /><br />Then we had the relay, it involved crab walking to make a pyramid of paper cups, leap frog, and transporting eggs with chopsticks. Then a runner had to run back to the beginning and he would be asked a trivia question; if he couldn’t answer it he could run back and ask the team and then go answer it. It was something like “who won the Olympics in running”. I think red won the actual relay; I know yellow got second.<br /><br />Then we just played games; we had a leaders vs. students Ultimate Frisbee game. Because there were more people who wanted to play then the amount in a team we had several groups who switched out every time a goal was won. Half were boys, half girls. A hand to Ben and Abby, who made sure everybody went where they were supposed to when they were supposed to. Poor Ben had broken his collarbone the week before and couldn’t play, but he made a great coach. As always, the leaders once again won the annual Worldview students vs. leaders Ultimate Frisbee game. Ah well. I personally didn’t play, since I throw like a drunken rabbit. (Don’t you love awkward analogies?)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6:30 – Humility – Mark Bertrand</span><br />After showing us several slides comparing Jeff Baldwin to Yoda (there was even one with Yoda’s ears Photoshopped onto Jeff’s head), we started learning about humility from Luke 18: 9 – 14, that is, the Parable of the Pharisee and the Tax Collector. Mark talked about the paradox of Matt. 16:25 “Everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, but everyone who humbles himself will be exalted.” The two reasons we aren’t humble is A. We forget what we are. And B., We forget who God is. He also spoke about how God is humble, and lowered himself to our position. “God did not ask us to sacrifice our children, like Molech, but, paradoxically, sacrificed HIS son for is.” He also said that it is easier to be humble when you are serving others, it is hard to be proud and forget what we are and who God is. My notes are all ajumble so I cannot put it half as well as he did, by the way.<br /><br />He also said something else that I thought was so funny and so true, when we read the verses about Jesus washing his disciples feet. “Peter [the disciple] is the guy who asks the questions everybody else knows not to ask.”<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8:00 – Seven Sweet Lies You Already Believe (and a bonus truth) – Brandon Booth </span><br />(Another favorite lecture of mine)<br />(All lies start with a grain of truth)<br />This was so funny! The staffers got up and lip-synced the songs that demonstrated the lies. They got up and darkened the stage and all dressed up for the first song... All You Need is Love by the Beatles. I can’t remember what any of the other songs were but it was hilarious watching them get up and sing. Anyways, these are the lies that are prevalent in our culture, that everybody believes<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lie #1. “All you need is love” </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Theme: </span>1 needy person + 1 needy person = 1 complete person. Human love is the answer to all my problems.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Truth:</span> 1 needy person + 1 needy person = 2 needy people. Ephesians 2:4 – 10. All we need is God’s love. Christ’s love completes us.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lie #2. “Can’t we all just get along?” – Tolerance</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Theme:</span> There really is no truth/standard. There are only opinions. Your opinion is no better than mine. Accept us as we are.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Truth:</span> John 14:6 – The standard is outside of our opinion, truth is a matter of measuring our opinions against Christ’s character. Yes, we should be tolerant, but what is our definition of “tolerant”? Tolerance – Bearing each other’s burdens – Gal 6:1-5, gently guiding those who sin into the truth, and bearing our brothers’ weaknesses. Love the sinner, hate the sin.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Lie #3. “Love yourself” – Self esteem </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Theme: </span>You are a good person who will act in good ways if you only recognize your goodness. In order to love others you must first love yourself.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Truth: </span>Compared to God we deserve nothing but destruction. Rom 3:23-24. You have no value in and of yourself. Rom 5:6-8. In Christ, we are infinitely valuable. Our lives are only valuable because of His sacrifice, because he died for us and his life is infinitely valuable. Christ died for EVERYBODY and loves EVERYBODY, if you offend/hurt somebody, you do that to someone God loves and died for. Jesus died for us and loves us, because of that we shouldn’t consider ourselves worthless.<br /><br />Brandon Booth also made an interesting point here on abortion, if you’re a Christian and believe it’s ok. Christ died for and loves those babies; you are killing something Christ died for, even if you don’t consider it “human”, he does.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Lie #4. “Believe in yourself” </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Theme: </span>Vague belief is all that is necessary to make the impossible happen. You can create your own reality if you believe hard enough.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Truth:</span> Job 38: 1-11, Proverbs 28:26 – there are things in life we cannot do. Believe in Jesus because He can. Trust him, not yourself.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lie #5. “Listen to your heart” </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Theme: </span>Your heart is really pure and innocent. Deep inside we are all good and know what is right to do. The problem is we don’t listen to our feelings enough, we think too much. If we all did what feels good everything would be fine.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Truth:</span> “The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure, who can understand it?” – Jer. 17:9 Listen to your heart... and die. Listen to Christ and live. Brandon Booth did a very funny example of this: “Imagine your heart is a little weasel. Now imagine that weasel is black, with black little beady eyes. It sits there all day and goes “Eeeee-hee-hee-hee-hee !!! Mua-a-ha-ha-ha-he!!! Ohhh-ha-hee-hee...” I even bought the t-shirt, on the front it says, “Listen to your heart....” and on the back it has a picture of a black weasel cackling like above, and it says “AND DIE!”<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lie #6. “Be yourself” </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Theme: </span>Your right to be free and individual is the highest good. Never let anyone tell you what is right and wrong for you. That is weakness and giving up individuality. It doesn’t matter what your do as long as YOU choose it.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Truth:</span> Luke 9:23-29 – “Whoever wants to save his life will loose it...” Don’t be yourself, be like Christ. Submit and conform to Christ, that is being truly different.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lie #7. “It’s my life.” </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Theme: </span>You can make your own decisions, your own mistakes, and nobody had better get in your way! You have only got one life, grab it by the horns and get all you can out of it.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Truth: </span>Exodus 4:11 – Our life is Christ’s. He made your life and died for it. Proverbs 3:13-18 – Wisdom is more precious than anything.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bonus Truth:</span> Song –“100 years by 5 For Fighting” – You’re only alive for a moment. Your life is a breath of wind. Seek wisdom while you can, do not waste your time.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9:00 – Exam</span><br />Basically this was just a test for ourselves to help us remember what we learned, we could look in our notebooks.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9:45 – The Spamley Cup</span><br />Ahahahahahahaha! Oh dear. What fun. They did a whole skit on the origins of “the Spamley cup”… how it fell from the sky and an Elvin princess picked it up, how evil and good fought over it, how it was remolded into a chalice, a medallion, how the ancient Egyptians got it. All the time they had music from “The Lord of The Rings” playing. Anyways, Mr. “Spamley” supposedly dedicated it to Worldview and only the best could get it, by winning the competition. Finally he got around to announcing the winners, it went something like, blue – 4th, green – 3rd, and then he made both of the leader representatives for red and yellow come out, to build up the suspense… and yellow won, both the cheer competition and the Spamley cup! The whole team got to go up onstage and yellow was presented with the “Spamley” cup…. Yup, one of those fake golden plastic “trophies” with a metal container of Spam in it. After celebrating a bit and screaming we were unceremoniously ordered offstage.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">GO YELLOW!</span> (I can’t BELIEVE my team won. Yay!)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10:15 – Campfire</span><br />Basically there was no campfire, we just all sat outside together around an imaginary “campfire” and we were encouraged to get up and tell what we learned. It went really late and bedtime was pushed all the way back to about 12:30.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Friday </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9:30 – The Real Life Top Ten (10 greatest decisions you’ll ever face) – Brandon Booth </span><br /><br />I have TONS of notes on this one.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Who will you follow? </span><br />a. Yourself<br />b. Other men<br />c. Jesus Christ √<br />(Quiet times should matter because we should have a good relationship with or Lord and creator. Brandon Booth gave a really funny example of this, he had 2 kids stand up, a girl and a guy, and told a story about how they fell in love and married, and then Emily (my friend the example) left him the moment they were married and went to live in Chicago or someplace. Many years later she called and said “sweetie, it’s your wife, do you remember me? Well, there’s this really sweet mountain bike that I want and could you please radio down the money?” So he does it and doesn’t hear from her for another ten years. Then she calls again, “Honey, I’m in jail, can you send the 10,00$ bail?” We shouldn’t just talk to God when we are in trouble or want something out of him, that isn’t a relationship.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. What are you willing to risk? (The principle of surrender)</span><br />a. Nothing<br />b. Any safe bets<br />c. Everything √<br />(We should first ask ourselves the question “What actually belongs to me?” Nothing, but we have to be good stewards of what God has given us. Brandon Booth also said “the greatest temptation is to tell God that we know what’s best for our children. We cannot behave as though we are in control, because eventually our hands will be pried open. Never make the mistake of thinking you are in control.”)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. How will you treat your family?</span><br />a. Love them as yourself √<br />b. Love them when it’s convenient<br />(Marriage is real life like real life is real life. If you don’t do a good job loving your family now, you won’t later. (See # 5))<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Who are your CLOSEST friends?</span><br />a. People with integrity √<br />b. People with a whole bunch of neat qualities but not as much integrity<br />(You want to choose the person with integrity because they are the only one who will stick with you to the bitter end. The benefits of having good friends are 1. They will help you withstand peer pressure. 2. Accountability, and 3. Fellowship – God made us to fellowship with others. Does this mean we cannot have unbelieving friends? No, of course we can, but only believers and those with integrity should be our CLOSEST friends.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Who will you marry?</span><br />a. Marry the right person<br />b. Marry the wrong person<br />c. Don’t get married for good reason<br />d. Don’t get married for the wrong reasons<br />(Love is not a feeling, it’s a commitment. Feelings come and go and we will not always have that squishy feeling in the pit of our stomach. The best part of marriage is when your spouse loves you when you’re being unlovable, and vice versa. Christ loves us when we are being unlovable. How will I decide if he/she is the one for me? We have to surrender him/her to God and God will give him/her back if you are right for each other. Wholly surrender the decision and him/her to God. It works that way with almost everything. Surrender that thing to God, want what he wants, not what your heart wants. Also (from #4) choose your spouse as you would your close friends. You want a “fruit of the Spirit” spouse.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. How will you learn?</span><br />a. Education is a life-long process √<br />b. Education ends the second the bell rings<br />(Education matters because we are called to love God with all your heart, all your soul and all your MIND. Also, “Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your MIND…” We still need to learn and grow in Christ after our “ school education” is over.”<br />College: 1. Not all “Christian” colleges are Christian. 2. You CAN receive a Christian Education at a secular school, and 3. Distinguish between wisdom and knowledge.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. What is your vocation?</span><br />a. Risk it all √<br />b. Play it safe<br />(Embrace risks for the right reason, for Christ. Go where Christ leads you. Period.<br />Also: We are all in the “ministry”; we are all called to be salt and light in this world. It was sort of funny the way he made this point. He asked who was thinking of going into ministry. A few hands rose. He asked again… maybe one or two more. Then he asked another time or two and EVERYBODYS' hand went up.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. What entertains you?</span><br />a. Dive right in (Do whatever you want, everything’s good, man)<br />b. Walk the cliff’s edge (skirt the edge of the cliff sin and walk as close as possible)<br />c. Leave your coat behind (Flee Temptation; Joseph and Potiphar’s wife) √<br />(The hard part of this is not avoiding the bad, but actively seeking out the excellent.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. What happens when you suffer?</span><br />a. Run away<br />b. Get back on the right path<br />c. Persevere – James 1:2-4, Gen 50:20<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Will you pursue happiness?</span><br />a. Yes<br />b. No √ - We pursue Christ, who gives us joy. God made us for more than happiness. What matters is “well done, good and faithful servant”.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The End </span><br />(come next year and see me, I already signed up again!)Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-34363074815777202482009-06-30T10:22:00.000-07:002009-06-30T12:46:32.569-07:00On the SRI Fair, Blue Angels, and Feeling SickSaturday and Sunday were VERY busy days for me (although the rest of the summer doesn't look much better.) Saturday morning mom and I went to the SRI fair. Unfortunately for me, the day before the fair I discovered lice on the 5 chickens I had signed up. Fortunately for me, we managed to finagle it so that I could still do poultry showmanship, which is showing off your knowledge more than your bird. I borrowed a bird from the man who oversees all the poultry at the fairs. I didn't expect to win anything, I asked my friends (the ones who show goats) to check for me to make sure that I didn't win anything (if I did I'd have to go back and pick up my ribbons and prizes). So we went home, after our friends assured us that they would call if I won. I got home, and dad promptly asked me if I wanted to go the the Quonset air show to see the Blue Angels. The Blue Angels are always last, since they're the main attraction. We didn't know when the Airshow was was over but suspected we might be too late. We got in the car and drove down, and were disappointed to see that people were leaving. Dad said, what the heck, we may as well see the plane exhibits. So we parked and started walking down; dad called mom to tell her that we were too late to see the Blue Angels but we would go walk around anyways. He hung up... and the Blue Angels took off. We arrived in PERFECT time to see the Blue Angels. They were spectacular. They did all sorts of cool tricks... here's a video. <div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwVU2sDQrOhp6sO6_sX-S8U4WZ8PlJ7b16bCg1fZyR9Vb_37Al-ZmBwhWmTAsvb3f3ojTAMKvrIFpi2PTn6dw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>There were a couple of manuvers I didn't get on video that I wish I did. Once a plane came up really low from the left, so that most in the crowd couldn't see it, then, when you were in mid-jump from the first one, a second came up right behind and scared the heebie-jeebies out of everyone. These things are LOUD. Then another time one plane came down sideways (announcer "so and so doing a solo flight!)... and then the planes split and there were two of them. That one made me squeal, I so didn't expect it. Finally we went home, with minimum amount of traffic (thank heavens they added extra lanes). We got home, ate dinner, etc. And then we got a call saying I had won showmanship and had to participate in premier showmanship the next day! For those of you who don't go to fairs and don't know a pig from a cow, I'll explain premier showmanship. Basically, if you win at one of the showmanship animals (dairy cattle, beef cattle, goats, pigs, sheep, chickens, or rabbits), you go on to premier showmanship, which means you have to show all of the animals, including your own. It's supposed to be fun. You go around to the different animals and ask owners to give you a crash course in showing the animals. So we decided to skip church (just this once) since everybody (except my brother) wanted to see me show the huge beef cattle that require prodding with a stick. I stayed up late trying to learn about the different breeds of animals. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sunday:<br /><br />That night I had a poor time sleeping; for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about cows. So I was already bound to be a bit “ugh”. We got out of the house at 9:30, then halfway there found out that I’d left my memory card for the camera at home. So we turned back and got it. We finally got to the fair, and I went around to the different animals, each of which needed their feet to stand a certain way, etc, etc. We got in the show rink and the first thing they brought out was the giant beef cattle. I got an unruly one and the judge had to help me get a hold of her a couple times. It would have been pretty funny except that the judge was kinda mean and seemed to think that a 15min crash course qualified us to be excellent at showing ginormous cows, sheep, pigs, goats, etc. Then they brought in the dairy cows, which was fine except that the cow got cow drool/snot all over my arm. What fun. Sheep and goats were fine. Pigs would have been funny (basically you hit them with a stick and pray that they’ll go in the right direction) except the scary judge again. Then we got to poultry and rabbits, and of course the guy asked all about judging and the funny weird-named bantam breeds I know absolutely nothing about. F. The rabbit I probably could have done a lot better at if the lady had just let me go over the animal instead of asking me questions. So then we were over, and they made us stand in a row for 15-20 minutes while they figured out who won. That’s when my feet and back started to ache. I was ready to just run out of the rink, sit down, get a glass of water and forget about getting a ribbon. There were 7 of us, I got 6th (I don’t really mind about that part, I didn’t expect much more by the end). The only good part is my friend Emily loved it and got first place! Go Emily! (She's the type-A, outgoing, enthusiastic about everything type, in case you don't know her.) So we drove home, I ate to much, felt sick, lied down and couldn’t fall asleep while jet planes flew overhead. I had a headache and aches. Oh, and I had the sneaking suspicion that all the other people who went to premier got a prize except me.<br /><br />In other words; I hated showmanship.<br /><br />On Monday, however, I woke up feeling nauseous and quite sick. I took my temperature and found that I had a fever of 99.2 or something. Later on it was 100.2. So maybe I didn't hate showmanship as much as I thought I did, since I was coming down with a flu. My mom came into my room. (Where I was lying on my bed feeling awful and trying to sleep) The guy who oversees the poultry had brought my prizes! I guess I left too soon after picking up my ribbons. To be honest, the prizes weren't all that great, a tote bag and a chick feeder, but there's this cool plaque that has the names of all the past winners on it that we have to bring to be ingraved with my name. I don't get to keep it, but it'll be at the fairground for people to see.<br /><br />Today's Tuesday and, while feeling a bit hot, the fever has broken and I don't feel sick to my stomach anymore, thank heaven. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to go to camp next week cause I was sick.<br /><br />Oh, and it's finally, <span style="font-weight: bold;">FINALLY</span>, stopped raining. (The sky drowned June.)<br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div>Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-89012729182597771502009-06-21T10:10:00.000-07:002009-06-21T19:13:56.370-07:00The Truth<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I wrote this... I often write bits and pieces of stories without finishing them... By the way, the fortuneteller talks really fast and matter-a-factly. I couldn't fit in her voice, but I can hear her voice the whole time. She also uses lots of hand motions.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">“I just want to know the truth,” I said.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">“The truth? The truth? Pah,” the fortuneteller spat,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">“The truth is overrated. Let me tell you what you want to hear, eh? Then we can all go home happy. You can go home thinking you will have a peaceful life, beautiful wife, lots of land, and I can go home unsued and with pocket change. Not being sued is underrated, you know dear…. and so is pocket change.”</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">“Tell me the truth, please,” I insisted.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">She shook her head. “You sure? To many people overestimate their desire to know the truth. Or rather, they think they want to know the truth, but really would do anything to keep from hearing it. Silly people. “Truth” is overwanted and overappreciated until you actually hear it, then you hate that you bothered to ask. Everybody wants to hear the truth, but nobody wants to know it. Everyone comes, they say “Tell me the truth!!” I say, “fine, so be it, on your own head I say,” I throw up my hands. What am I to do? They are fickle. You are fickle, I am fickle. We all secretly know that the truth is inconvenient. We <span style="font-style: italic;">say</span> we want to know the truth, but do we really? No, we want to live in our comfortable lie, darling, and you’d best remember that. I really hate it when people sue me. You’ve been warned, so know no matter how hard you fuss about how that wasn’t what you wanted to hear, you can’t sue me. Be careful what you ask for, darling, for you might just get it. But let me tell you this; it is the very wise man, who listens to the truth and accepts it for what it is, the truth. To be true, the truth is overrated on the outside and underrated on the inside, in the heart. Very rare the man who, once he has heard the truth, acts like he has.”</span></span></span>Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-73200936361317449912009-06-16T09:01:00.000-07:002009-06-16T10:53:59.195-07:00The Fair<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZlQzCEVu9Ub_ssrgdFmefBioUmfS1E8QJr5_lPwntRRCPQvl40jyn9Rq8XrdAeQRnWGlv2KpB8Urv-tXQPbOunwgM9VNxp54TxfR3sTn9Ci73Hy8oUGFpzTShe6FeSNZWLO7DeQLeF0/s200/IMG_1203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347981547474115090" /><div style="text-align: left;">I love the fair. Usually I like peace and quiet, but I really enjoy the chaos of a fair. Here in RI we have several fairs, all at the same fairgrounds. The one I like best is the Washington County Fair, because it brings back such fun memories. I have several friends who prefer the SRI fair, a smaller, quieter fair with just animal showmanship. They were really surprised, having started out at the SRI fair, when they saw the WA County fair. It's perhaps 3x as big, and a lot louder. </div><div style="text-align: left;">They didn't like it as much, and the goats they were showing didn't like it as much either.</div>Funnily enough, I don't like the Big-E... it's TOO big for me, and to impersonal, it seems. And I don't like the SRI fair because it's too small.<br /><br /><div>At the WA County fair they have little buildings, almost stands, with kitchens. All the granges pitch in and sell food.... hotdogs, hamburgers, clam chowder, onion rings, pizza. We have friends who sometimes help out at the FFA (Future Farmers of America) stand and sell.... PIES. They're nice and hot and bubbling. There's also a candy stand (right next to the ice cream stand), where you can buy candy. And other places they have sugary, sticky cotton-candy, and hot doughboys.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span><img style="text-align: right;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXFJ9uLWGAjCVfDXb3m4CR-VczOoXFWyBD-EHeXrln21n_s_gpzCnIB8lLYJkmWDIFlyL_w1VBn2frZwJhikw02sLxbU4A5PnK4fpwqCi9ILC5Y8cEHsKW-dG8oZ9LzmUh-L0NwQIjB9g/s200/IMG_1214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347981557312670466" /></div><div>Of course, there are lots of animals as well. They always bring in a sow with a million piglets. They show cows, and you can go and see them and their calves. There are ornery pigs that have to be goaded into going the right direction. There are all types of goats, ones with long, floppy ears, and ones with strange fur. My personal favorite is the poultry barn, where they have all sorts of chickens, ducks, pigeons, and geese. There are the tiny chickens, tiny ducks, white ducks, big ducks, affero chickens, barred rock chickens, Americana chickens, and lots of cock-a-doodle-dooing roosters. Oh, and bunnies. Can't forget the bunnies. Last year I showed several of my chickens. Some of them I put in a cage and they were just judged, but I also did showmanship. That's more showing off how much YOU know rather than how nice the chicken looks. You have to know all of these parts...</div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPY7ukKHN0VisIcG5Q-tSM8U47SW-c1CtbrUZe4fnqU-kInQ6cIj75rNBFpOGJhB_a91hXdyopBsKB_04i2OS0SrltconErwLt3sWlrv2lwJvqUdC4sSJkRU-qkliqsrkS_DiB7PAi25U/s400/chickenparts.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347961096976038514" border="0" />Cutiepie (my ancient Barred-Rock hen), won a first place (in the class chickens are not judged against each other but a mythical "perfect chicken" in that breed. So many chickens can get first) in just the regular judging. And I won First Place Showmanship for my age division! (Not against the "perfect shower" apparently). I was really surprised, because this was the first time EVER that I had done showmanship. I got a big fancy ole' ribbon. Yay!</div><div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1zBNFjIscjLNhfqlSmQs0LE_NNXWFk9xcHkSfSw216tUpinubtXVnb11UeWbmcodJNMPAlyTBgFo_KSWFvvRhG9LhlvDIqMw0bRlMKU4FmiVzPYRDzXMWy4P8ElHm0I-kzxkT0bO86Pc/s200/IMG_1231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347981562007826258" /></div><div>They have tons of little stall-thingies all around the fairgrounds, and they sell all sorts of cool junk and knick-knacks, dresses and clothes, caricatures, giant carved wood bears, etc. They have a part that is just dedicated to rides. They have a Ferris wheel, merry-go-rounds, swinging chairs, and other rides. These rides add an additional thrill; besides being spun upside down and sideways at great hights, there is also the anxiety that this year the rusty thing might finally fall apart. I'm thinking of maybe skipping the one that jolts and shudders and swings by a bolt this time...</div><div><br /></div><div>I entered a bunch of stuff in the fair last year, clay figurenes, jewelry, chickens and photos. The first prize for a craft is just $5, but all in all I probably made around $100, with winning showmanship and all. My dad and I went back Sunday night to pick up the birds, crafts, and prizes. The line to pick up the stuff was really long, so we watched some of the competitions in a large ring they have.<br /><br />There was dung-throwing, which was pretty amusing, and egg tosses and the like. That night they had tug-a-war, over a REAL MUD-FILLED PIT. It was pretty funny. Usually nobody fell in, but once in a while they did. A bunch of teenage girls played, and the first girl in the row fell in... and then the rest jumped in after her and threw mud and stuff. It was fun to watch. It was done by weight class, so it would be fair. Usually the teams would just saunter out into the ring, but a bunch of buff guys came out once running. They ran around the circle waving like they were about to fight a bull or had won the Olympics or something. Their team was called "<span style="font-size:100%;">The Bellerophons", or something like that. </span>Bellerophon was a great hero of Greek mythology who killed the Chimera, a fire-breathing monster, for those of you who don't know. These guys we sooo funny, flexing their muscles and generally being big hams. My dad whispered, "Maybe they should have been called "The Narcissus's" instead." Narcissus was another Greek. He was astonishingly beautiful, and shunned every girl who liked him. Then he saw a face in a pool of water and fell in love with it-- he fell in love with his own reflection! He couldn't leave the pool and stop staring at himself and eventually died of starvation and dehydration. Anyways, it seems that "<span style="font-size:100%;">The Bellerophons" weren't </span>"The Narcissus's", because they pulled the other team into the mud. *Snicker*.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgshnZB50E_wQDzEMPV_ZjspZ_ZbhoOW-Lggo8CmduoXh_evMoCc0LWFRZoz_akR5MAt15PhHeQRSfz864_pI1JHr5VPGOJUMlSLjd0DaUZh2Jjje-kdTHnQkkjwjGpsKrLzG6MVHmCu4M/s200/IMG_1211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347981548102589650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " />Anyways, if you happen to visit RI around August... <a href="http://www.washingtoncountyfair-ri.com/index.php">http://www.washingtoncountyfair-ri.com/index.php</a></div></div></div>Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-51928572408985314902009-06-15T19:09:00.000-07:002009-06-15T19:15:35.620-07:00Pulchritude<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Did you know that the word "</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">pulchritude" means "beautiful"? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So if some geek ever </span></span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">calls you "</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">pulchritudinous", remember, <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman', fantasy;">he's not saying you are as ugly as the word </span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman', fantasy;">sounds. ;)</span></span></span></span></span></span><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', fantasy;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div></div></div></div>Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-48859803202665430272009-06-14T14:25:00.000-07:002009-06-15T19:13:49.601-07:00I Love Words<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I like words... they are sooo much fun. Here is some word lingo.<br /><br />Palindrome:<br />A palindrome is a word or sentence that says the same thing forward and backwards.<br />Examples:<br />"Racecar"<br />"Madam, in Eden I'm Adam" (or just "Madam, I'm Adam.")<br />"Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era?"<br />And perhaps most famous, "A man, a plan, a canal; Panama."<br /><br />Semordnilap:<br />The word "Palindrome" spelled backwards, this is when a word is different spelled backwards, but still means something.<br />Examples:<br />"Evil : Live"<br />"Stressed : Dessert" (Are you stressed? Have dessert.)<br /><br />Malapropism (Dogsberryism):<br />A word that sounds like the right word but isn't. Dogsberry was a character in </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Much Ado About Nothing</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> who frequently used malapropisms. Mrs. Malaprop was a character in a play who did the same type of thing.<br />Examples:<br />"Brudder, you got a preposition and that thing will give you a conclusion of the brain."<br />"We heard the ocean is </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">infatuated</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> with sharks" (infested)<br />"The </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ironing</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> is delicious." (irony)<br />"Allow me to decapitate myself."<br /><br />Simile<br />Two words that mean the same thing.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Examples:<br />Large : Big<br />Happy : Content : Joyful</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jail : Prison</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Beautiful : Gorgeous</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Homophones:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Words that are spelled/pronounced the same but have different meanings. I wrote this one myself.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Example:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I pared a pair of pears for the fare of my fair fair of foul fowl." </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Pun:</span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A corny play on words. These breed when packing corn early in the morning, believe me. They can be quite punny when you're sleep-depraved. (oops... malapropism.)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Examples (from corn):</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I'm STALKING you" (hit with a corn stalk)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Lend me your EAR"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"One of the girls was going to CORNell." (Actually, she was.)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Onomatopoeia</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A word that sounds like what it is, usually sounds.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Examples:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Click"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Clang"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Boom"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Tick Tock"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Hum"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Cock-a-doodle-doooooo!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />Hyperbole</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A big overstatement/exaggeration.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Examples:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I could eat a horse!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I would rather </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">die </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">than do my math."(Hmm, maybe not a hyperbole in my case...)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"It's harder for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God." (Matt 19)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />Alliteration<br />A sentence with all the same sound/first letter. Sometimes they are also tongue-twisters.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Examples:<br />"The Sixth Sheik's sixth sheep's sick."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"She sells seashells by the seashore."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Yaks yodel, yammer, and yip."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"The Brillig Blog"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />Oxymoron:<br />An oxymoron is a word or phrase that contridicts itself. For example:<br />"Alone together" (If you're alone you can't be together.)<br />"Jumbo shrimp" (Shrimp is another word for tiny, "big small")<br />"Deafening silence"<br />"Sweet sorrows"<br /><br />In fact, here's a whole poem fully of oxymorons. My grandfather taught me this poem. Just in case you wanted to know. ;)<br /><br />"Ladies of the men's club,<br />I come before you to stand behind you<br />To tell you a tale you know nothing about<br />Admission is free so pay at the door,<br />Pull up a seat to sit on the floor<br />- One bright day in the middle of the night,<br />Two dead boys got up to fight,<br />Back to back they faced each other,<br />Drew their swords and shot each other,<br />- One was blind and the other couldn't see<br />So they chose a dummy for a referee.<br />A blind man went to see fair play,<br />A dumb man went to shout "hooray!"<br />- A paralyzed donkey passing by,<br />Kicked the blind man in the eye,<br />Knocked him through a nine inch wall,<br />Into a dry ditch and drowned them all,<br />- A deaf policeman heard the noise,<br />And went and killed the two dead boys,<br />If you don't believe my lie is true,<br />Ask the blind man, he saw it too.<br /><br /><br />And oh, ascii art.<br /><br /> (\ /)<br /> ( .. )<br />c(“)(“)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><br /></div></div>Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-62330687443827560102009-06-13T13:46:00.000-07:002009-06-14T12:24:45.625-07:00I Spy Animals<div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', fantasy;">I spy with my little eye... an animal in all these pictures. Click to see up closer... I think. I hate this website... the type size is never the same and it mixes up the pictures.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Easy ones first</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvc9DkkNUORaKNKxB9BmkDBGrXnKgf30-lTv9AVew5w8dAWWfkh-QpM1n5-l8pZoIKFuj7hZJ59xGbOLJNt7OXTF8G4viilMRGNVf0i-TZS3yt5y6_-l2A4DEcsU5Gn5HGZYV9wV27iA/s1600-h/PICT0008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvc9DkkNUORaKNKxB9BmkDBGrXnKgf30-lTv9AVew5w8dAWWfkh-QpM1n5-l8pZoIKFuj7hZJ59xGbOLJNt7OXTF8G4viilMRGNVf0i-TZS3yt5y6_-l2A4DEcsU5Gn5HGZYV9wV27iA/s400/PICT0008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347265354286820706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">1.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnfQsWcikFCV3HEVnu_aJrpMDMJUtVyUYCX79Zko6HKIMoFzSOQwlyWgfoHmr4RIKU2xCuJQttZD-Pes3vsKqZBV6JlepHIC6GkRCd7OrDLT7dTVXUZwXp0NNaulHs-Kra7HuVYDhNpfw/s1600-h/IMG_2508.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnfQsWcikFCV3HEVnu_aJrpMDMJUtVyUYCX79Zko6HKIMoFzSOQwlyWgfoHmr4RIKU2xCuJQttZD-Pes3vsKqZBV6JlepHIC6GkRCd7OrDLT7dTVXUZwXp0NNaulHs-Kra7HuVYDhNpfw/s400/IMG_2508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347265229173704402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">2.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5owED1pEaIBZqjuMQYnLUzzgY06mzFZw-L7EfQQH8c78fZlqBoRs3tUOi76iMiyBhK7OuCzM3OsaXehbzDNtLIBzRtCy5AkRONA0cyWZVUprk8GaG1Jk5DoDAS8L-FL9eqFcJz7O-j1M/s1600-h/IMG_1484.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5owED1pEaIBZqjuMQYnLUzzgY06mzFZw-L7EfQQH8c78fZlqBoRs3tUOi76iMiyBhK7OuCzM3OsaXehbzDNtLIBzRtCy5AkRONA0cyWZVUprk8GaG1Jk5DoDAS8L-FL9eqFcJz7O-j1M/s400/IMG_1484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347265227141184802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">3.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2uCLqw5K6KtvhmQvamYpjiiGlrIzPBTdEuNSFM0DJiBffN9WCUXb1p99ptOAEIJ4uoN7ee-CoNOrtymYU-yFvWx3rIf-91SeQiBaOKd4FV1KKD_6_0tahK3CPiosf9bgJnV2YCdPQtaQ/s1600-h/IMG_1643.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2uCLqw5K6KtvhmQvamYpjiiGlrIzPBTdEuNSFM0DJiBffN9WCUXb1p99ptOAEIJ4uoN7ee-CoNOrtymYU-yFvWx3rIf-91SeQiBaOKd4FV1KKD_6_0tahK3CPiosf9bgJnV2YCdPQtaQ/s400/IMG_1643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347265217305322642" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">4. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXYbE2v-6YEOR7bUmx33J2kZumWuB4CCclE54ZstFKulqEDAu6eEHQ733eHObeF6oiaqO77TLuvBrTOPwvroV4YDH065m3M553BfBcjr7SUoKsSbErI20cZIO3E_x3C_JhfqjiPHgt6xM/s1600-h/IMG_1431.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXYbE2v-6YEOR7bUmx33J2kZumWuB4CCclE54ZstFKulqEDAu6eEHQ733eHObeF6oiaqO77TLuvBrTOPwvroV4YDH065m3M553BfBcjr7SUoKsSbErI20cZIO3E_x3C_JhfqjiPHgt6xM/s400/IMG_1431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347265214893276578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">5.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now some harder ones...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpRdI2UJE9N2JSYlLCWFuKaLUCblrLuwBgbz8KfdDo1xt2SUc6UHAwbxDZMIma8HQ25QEi3hMwwHe26tk92cT4RFT2Mk7gepFW7BzyubeViCDfk-I-7p_XKYyWWnjTyoMCLP0wAxPSqoM/s1600-h/PICT0046.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpRdI2UJE9N2JSYlLCWFuKaLUCblrLuwBgbz8KfdDo1xt2SUc6UHAwbxDZMIma8HQ25QEi3hMwwHe26tk92cT4RFT2Mk7gepFW7BzyubeViCDfk-I-7p_XKYyWWnjTyoMCLP0wAxPSqoM/s400/PICT0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347265209943849554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">6.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3BlmBTzaqcKdwgfQR-9DUL-XuBtEw2WQyPQK7-QQVps1VsWuG3CDmqb2m-dqCoDpYdkO4HzifjtnXevWrN0VEz_yREV_JLB15srRGQkfrMluPfvgJAHPRR3VmI9u0je9if9HmBbof3U/s1600-h/PICT0073.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3BlmBTzaqcKdwgfQR-9DUL-XuBtEw2WQyPQK7-QQVps1VsWuG3CDmqb2m-dqCoDpYdkO4HzifjtnXevWrN0VEz_yREV_JLB15srRGQkfrMluPfvgJAHPRR3VmI9u0je9if9HmBbof3U/s400/PICT0073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347264944575357698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">7.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXh2n7ukt-kyxxXvwGCKqA-QaSSZ4dA6vnm8PbX_Dk4pjuiavVSjH-gwCyRzi4LCyrRK5NN_D5TEVh3TU9VizJqGqOnMhSZci92JOThiDT53R3imibI81iSOsPRixFaiuYAepn4HUZbK4/s1600-h/PICT0075_1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXh2n7ukt-kyxxXvwGCKqA-QaSSZ4dA6vnm8PbX_Dk4pjuiavVSjH-gwCyRzi4LCyrRK5NN_D5TEVh3TU9VizJqGqOnMhSZci92JOThiDT53R3imibI81iSOsPRixFaiuYAepn4HUZbK4/s400/PICT0075_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347264940052338242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">8.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidaiiFzRB6gqmtbYVw86CKrvOUjtVMjqXRIHmzmoIXFJMX7I0Lhk4mobeVeQAPb6lfhK8NXopIL1ck02g1YQTLegLg-aSOD3hOGlC15F7-eADdYOAU20pAQ2HLsAQxU4HbpSlXXjToVt4/s1600-h/IMG_3494.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidaiiFzRB6gqmtbYVw86CKrvOUjtVMjqXRIHmzmoIXFJMX7I0Lhk4mobeVeQAPb6lfhK8NXopIL1ck02g1YQTLegLg-aSOD3hOGlC15F7-eADdYOAU20pAQ2HLsAQxU4HbpSlXXjToVt4/s400/IMG_3494.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347264932483350962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">9.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD2fVaJvZ6tk659XeMIQw38jjTetukKHQKwjvVBfoc5KfkjQudHxvwa-XNlyu6OlczT9veJx1nrIhecCtBzo0yebUFcvHsKUTQkX9Zci1oxSeB4q8zaYR5PpdBu_cvI3hT726k9_waFKI/s1600-h/PICT0020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD2fVaJvZ6tk659XeMIQw38jjTetukKHQKwjvVBfoc5KfkjQudHxvwa-XNlyu6OlczT9veJx1nrIhecCtBzo0yebUFcvHsKUTQkX9Zci1oxSeB4q8zaYR5PpdBu_cvI3hT726k9_waFKI/s400/PICT0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347264930282039906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">10.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMpvmEdRG9_h4M7aqyerT2Zt36qmWYjkao2aegwtYHWaWj_MiGTNs4lgm_OBWGgUeNfgsJSmrQnWvJT2PpPwp8p1gPmNtKcJOGtQUgWxtqtAWbY4AgOKS4RAEJKo5NXdzZ_6eXIc64dI/s1600-h/IMG_2024.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMpvmEdRG9_h4M7aqyerT2Zt36qmWYjkao2aegwtYHWaWj_MiGTNs4lgm_OBWGgUeNfgsJSmrQnWvJT2PpPwp8p1gPmNtKcJOGtQUgWxtqtAWbY4AgOKS4RAEJKo5NXdzZ_6eXIc64dI/s400/IMG_2024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347264924925522754" /></a><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And a bonus... more like "What IS that thing!?!" rather than "Where is that thing."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">When I first saw it (a long time after I took it) I thought it was an icecube at the beach. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Answers<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">1. A squirrel... or as my little brother used to call it, a snuck. (In the tree between the branches.)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">2. A Stick-bug... a wonder we sighted it. (Smack dab in the middle of the picture, if you can't see it I'd advise glasses.)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">3. A Heron (To the right of the tree.)<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">4. Crayfish (Center left, in between 2 rocks. There may be more.)<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">5. Crawdads (Center left, bit down from middle.) (Crayfish and Crawdads are both names for a small, lobster-like creature that lives in fresh water.)<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">6. A guinea hen in the tree (Center) This one is actually harder close up than it is far away, in my opinion. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">7. Sandpiper-ish bird (Almost directly in middle.)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">8. Another Sandpiper (As far from the right side as the bottle is from the left, about.)<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">9. A Sun-fish (Upper right center, swimming out of the clouds to the left in that opening in the clouds.)<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">10. A crayfish or a crawdad... this one's difficult... I keep on almost throwing it away cause it's so blurry. (Almost filling the whole picture, center.)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> And the bonus: A sand-covered Jellywish.</span></span></div></div></span></span></div></div>Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-70857044528664177652009-06-12T18:25:00.000-07:002009-06-12T18:50:40.990-07:00Teenpact<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I went to Teenpact this April?. Teenpact is a Christian homeschool organization founded to teach teens about the government. We spent four days, all day at the statehouse, prayed for our governor, senators, representatives, etc. We had lectures and speakers... if you are homeschooled I highly, HIGHLY recommend going. It's a lot of fun. Anyways, we have a mock legislature where we can present our bills, and if they pass comittee, speak on them. Here mine. You are required to write a serious bill, and an optional funny bill. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">House Bill # 0000</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> A BILL</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> TO BE ENTITLED</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> AN ACT</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> To teach children gun safety. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> PURPOSE: To keep children from injuring themselves and others by teaching them gun safety. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> BE IT ENACTED BY THE LEGISLATURE OF THE STATE OF RHODE ISLAND:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Section 1. For the purpose of this act, "child" shall mean any person of ten years of age or fifth grade, and any person of fourteen years of age, or ninth grade. “Gun safety” shall mean any class teaching a child proper handling and respect of guns. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Section 2. All schools shall have two classes a year no less than one month apart for fifth grade students. If the number of children in the school exceeds the limit of the classroom, the school may add additional classes. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Section 3. In addition, there shall be another class for ninth grade students with the same stipulations as the fifth grade class. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Section 4. The classes shall be taught by a licensed instructor of gun safety. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Section 5. Any person who violates this act shall be subject to a fine not to exceed Sixty-five dollars ($65.00) per violation.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Section 6. All laws or parts of laws in conflict with this act are hereby repealed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Section 7. This act shall become effective at the start of the new school year after approval by the Governor or upon its otherwise becoming a law.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And here is the silly bill I wrote:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> House Bill # 0000</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> A BILL</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> TO BE ENTITLED</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> AN ACT</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> To protect the rights of animal crackers. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> PURPOSE: For the humane consumption of animal crackers. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> BE IT ENACTED BY THE LEGISLATURE OF THE STATE OF RHODE ISLAND:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Section 1. For the purpose of this act, "animal cracker" shall mean any of a number of snack crackers shaped in the form of various animals. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Section 2. In order for the humane eating of animal crackers, people must eat the animal crackers head first. After biting off the head one is allowed to bite off the legs one by one or eat the whole cracker as one desires. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Section 5. Any person who violates this act shall be subject to a fine not to exceed Fifteen cents ($.15) or one year in jail per violation.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Section 6. This act shall become effective after approval by the Governor or upon its otherwise becoming a law.</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />Funnily enough, the first bill didn't pass comittee (I think...). The second, funny bill made it past comittee. It's hilarious trying to defend a bill like this. "Why should this bill pass?" "Because animal crackers have rights too!" At the end, everybody voted for/against it. There was a clear "Nay" against my bill... but the fun thing about Teenpact is the Chairperson doesn't play fair. He said it passed, someone called "Division" (you want a revote). The Chairperson made some silly excuse like "Which bill? Do you know the number?" The kid who called division remembered the number of the one BEFORE mine, of course. My poor friend, whose bill had passed the first time, failed this time. Sorry Em.<br /><br />There was another amusing bill that went through comittee. During comittee you can revise/edit the bill, change words, add amendments, etc. Another one of my friends wrote a bill on how "motorcyclists" have to wear protective gear while on a motorcycle. But there were two amendments. The first had the word </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"motorcyclists" changed too "water buffalo", and the second was that if the bill passed she had to sing "The Water buffalo song" (from Veggietales, which are Christian videos. See the bottom for the Water Buffalo song.) Poor Allie (who didn't even KNOW the Water Buffalo song) had to defend a silly bill she didn't even really write. She did a really good job of it though. The Bill passed, but the chairperson said, "Well, since it didn't go through the House of Representitives it hasn't passed yet, so she doesn't have to sing."<br /><br />The next day we got even by passing a bill requiring that the comittee that revised the bill had to get up and sing "I'm a Little Teapot" in opera voices. With the hand motions. They did an APPALLING job of it, really slaughtered it... but they did do it. Actually, I had written the same exact bill the year before (I personally wanted to do something different, but my friends wanted to do it again) and that group had done a lot better.<br /></span><br /><br /><br />The Water Buffalo song:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">LARRY THE CUCUMBER:</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The Water Buffalo song<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Everybody's got a water buffalo</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Yours is fast but mine is slow</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Oh, where do you get them I don't know</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">But everyone's got a water buffaloooooo.................</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />I took my buffalo to the store</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Got his head stuck in the door</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Spilled some lima beans on the floor</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Oh everybody's got a...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">ARCHIE (A sort of stuffy asparagus):</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Stop it! Stop! Stop right this instant!</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">What do you think you are doing?</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">You can't say everybody's got a water buffalo</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">When everyone does not have a water buffalo!</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">We're going to get nasty letters saying</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Where's my water buffalo? Why don't I have a water buffalo?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And are you prepared to deal with that? I don't think so!</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Just stop being so silly!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">NARRATOR:</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">This has been Silly Songs with Larry. Tune in next time to hear</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Larry sing...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">LARRY:</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Everybody's got a baby kangaroo</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Your's is pink but mine is blue.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Hers was small but...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">ARCHIE (chasing a running Larry):</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........</span></span>Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-22808881757608834382009-06-12T17:26:00.000-07:002009-06-12T17:40:21.126-07:00Ode<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I can't think of anything to write, so for appearence's sake I will put up a poem I really like.</span><br /><br />Ode by Arthur O'Shaughnessy. 1844–1881<br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">WE are the music-makers, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> And we are the dreamers of dreams,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Wandering by lone sea-breakers, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> And sitting by desolate streams; </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">World-losers and world-forsakers, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> On whom the pale moon gleams: </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Yet we are the movers and shakers </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Of the world for ever, it seems. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">With wonderful deathless ditties </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">We build up the world's great cities, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> And out of a fabulous story </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> We fashion an empire's glory: </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">One man with a dream, at pleasure, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Shall go forth and conquer a crown; </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And three with a new song's measure </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Can trample an empire down. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">We, in the ages lying </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> In the buried past of the earth, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Built Nineveh with our sighing, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> And Babel itself with our mirth; </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And o'erthrew them with prophesying </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> To the old of the new world's worth; </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">For each age is a dream that is dying, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Or one that is coming to birth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">A breath of our inspiration,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Is the life of each generation.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">A wondrous thing of our dreaming,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Unearthly, impossible seeming-</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The soldier, the king, and the peasant</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Are working together in one,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Till our dream shall become their present,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And their work in the world be done.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">They had no vision amazing</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Of the goodly house they are raising.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">They had no divine foreshowing</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Of the land to which they are going:</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">But on one man's soul it hath broke,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">A light that doth not depart</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And his look, or a word he hath spoken,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Wrought flame in another man's heart.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And therefore today is thrilling,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">With a past day's late fulfilling.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And the multitudes are enlisted</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">In the faith that their fathers resisted,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And, scorning the dream of tomorrow,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Are bringing to pass, as they may,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">In the world, for it's joy or it's sorrow,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The dream that was scorned yesterday.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">But we, with our dreaming and singing,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Ceaseless and sorrowless we!</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The glory about us clinging</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Of the glorious futures we see,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Our souls with high music ringing;</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">O men! It must ever be</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">That we dwell, in our dreaming and singing,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">A little apart from ye.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">For we are afar with the dawning</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And the suns that are not yet high,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And out of the infinite morning</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Intrepid you hear us cry-</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">How, spite of your human scorning,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Once more God's future draws nigh,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And already goes forth the warning</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">That ye of the past must die.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Great hail! we cry to the corners</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">From the dazzling unknown shore;</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Bring us hither your sun and your summers,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And renew our world as of yore;</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">You shall teach us your song's new numbers,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And things that we dreamt not before;</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And a singer who sings no more. </span><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >If any of you have watched the old "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory", you might recognize the first two lines of the poem "</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >WE are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams,". In the middle of the movie, Willy Wonka says, "The snozberries taste like snozberries!". Veruca Salt snidely replies, "Snozberries? Who ever heard of a snozberry?". Willy Wonka grabs her mouth and says, "<span style="font-style: italic;">We</span> are the music makers, and<span style="font-style: italic;"> We</span> are the dreamers of dreams."</span>Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-57139040922016114032009-06-05T09:59:00.000-07:002009-06-06T06:11:36.866-07:00Packing Corn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7b4dLj4OztBDjUADgSUDh0BN9mvUUbi4_mLFstQeY0zVpnTG1Haoh0WuBBjZQJKPeRyedkbWU8S0_qXdqm__TMyPSPM_4D-hPHg6-JEiAj6_dVp1SlYe1Yngt-pcu7Y9oIMVvUZeu5F0/s1600-h/IMG_1235.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7b4dLj4OztBDjUADgSUDh0BN9mvUUbi4_mLFstQeY0zVpnTG1Haoh0WuBBjZQJKPeRyedkbWU8S0_qXdqm__TMyPSPM_4D-hPHg6-JEiAj6_dVp1SlYe1Yngt-pcu7Y9oIMVvUZeu5F0/s200/IMG_1235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344037877269117474" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzq3p__MojiARJU9MXeou4mrb913vwCcCGbSAhKxv_gEf9Pw_W_zgrOQjlzxIm1e3wiJU6TzId-kcXLa9ASX6QVt-yZUIUVKpVGggFGMpvISGYAlFzsHVH2xmDhwHzV6W0CuOeuE7116E/s1600-h/IMG_1129.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzq3p__MojiARJU9MXeou4mrb913vwCcCGbSAhKxv_gEf9Pw_W_zgrOQjlzxIm1e3wiJU6TzId-kcXLa9ASX6QVt-yZUIUVKpVGggFGMpvISGYAlFzsHVH2xmDhwHzV6W0CuOeuE7116E/s200/IMG_1129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344037873808355234" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5H229-kb3JebxIM9tYAIInWrxiDCnTYoL8ik6zlKmmsCpteQHTZZ-HnHj2dau8lBw_-fNoubQW7yJYRTHQyoiGsBad02VLTe5a_tl1MMeYQrXvQyiNRTnVqc8Ab29X-q4Z2ctFn-NFY/s1600-h/IMG_1259.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5H229-kb3JebxIM9tYAIInWrxiDCnTYoL8ik6zlKmmsCpteQHTZZ-HnHj2dau8lBw_-fNoubQW7yJYRTHQyoiGsBad02VLTe5a_tl1MMeYQrXvQyiNRTnVqc8Ab29X-q4Z2ctFn-NFY/s200/IMG_1259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344037866153263970" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh5FgwEyRekU6XIfUf5I1KzjZGSd8TJuM1N2_LQYteg4NSU-Ae0H5zp1wsTAurwLPjmfJXOSSFFz63yWXW6fksI-oxj4x033ya1aQGYFjjatcJWj0PB8vMZNALHkFDB55cQG29ADKegRY/s1600-h/IMG_1839.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh5FgwEyRekU6XIfUf5I1KzjZGSd8TJuM1N2_LQYteg4NSU-Ae0H5zp1wsTAurwLPjmfJXOSSFFz63yWXW6fksI-oxj4x033ya1aQGYFjjatcJWj0PB8vMZNALHkFDB55cQG29ADKegRY/s200/IMG_1839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344037862938836514" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiky234ohDIotYIu8UVz2zHmkjapjvVQcaQhuUXahbDA4iU0oXlz68LNdIYr4T1DYY2RKsYu_2ykx76znMQ097mtZ_gDENwdgzBLeg2RPQwNIkyan4-kyH_GHB-_2R-c3dpVcD1R6cM8GE/s1600-h/IMG_1129.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Last year I worked at a farm packing corn. Another homeschool family ran the farm, and their children and hired teens were pretty much all of the people packing the corn. It was a lot of fun, except for having to get up at 4:30 to get down to the farm at 5:00.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">--For those of you who don't have corn packing experience, I'll tell you how it works, at least at the farm I worked at. They had a big old corn picking machine that harvested the corn and dumped it into a wagon hooked to the back of it. When whoever was running the machine had filled the wagon they would take another one out and the rest of us would pack the corn into bags from the wagon. They had these large hemp? sacks which needed to have exactly 60 ears of corn. We counted them out five at a time and threw away all the bad ears.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;">--I</span></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span">n case you were wondering, no, we couldn't wait until later in the day to pack corn. Around six or seven o'clock a couple of trucks would drive up to pick up corn for their farm stands so they could sell fresh during the day. After we were all done packing, the rest of the bags would be packed onto pallets and driven out to other stores. It was so much fun, (but also hard work) we got to see beautiful sunrises over corn fields. The foggy days were pretty too, everything was so quiet and still and heavy... almost ethereal. </span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span">--We had to go out whatever the weather, rain or shine. Usually it was nice, at worst cloudy. But every once in a while it was drizzling and miserable. Once it was POURING, and I gave up trying to stay dry. Once you gave up it was kind of fun, it wasn't cold just humid, which was surprisingly for that early in the morning. We all got pretty much soaked to the skin and a bit muddy, packing the wet corn in the dark during the rain. They had a tractor with its lights on so we could see the wagon to pack the corn. Actually, I think that is one of the most memorial times I had packing corn. Go figure, the time I remember the most was the time I got soaking wet and uncomfortable. It wasn't half so pleasant at the time, but I liked it how many people came to pack so we could get it over with quickly. Sometimes there were just three or four of us at the most, but that time there had to be around ten-twelve or maybe a bit more, trying to get it over with.<br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span">--Getting up and working packing corn at too-early-o'clock in the morning gave rise to lots of interesting conversations. And puns. Very <span style="font-style: italic;">corny</span> puns and jokes. Such as "I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">stalk</span>ing you" (this usually was accompanied with hitting the others with a corn stalk). There was also many "ear" puns, most of which I can't remember... "Have an <span style="font-style: italic;">ear</span>" (Throw a rotten ear at the person). Funnily enough, one of the girls was actually going to "<span style="font-style: italic;">Corn</span>ell" college in the fall. Really. She was. </span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span">--After we were done packing sometimes us teens would go down the road and jump right off the street into a little pond and play in the stream. You could crawl right through the pipes that carried the water under the road. Somebody brought boards and we boarded up one side of the tunnel once to get the water level to rise. Then we</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"> tried to ride boogy-boards through it. It worked surprisingly well, although I seem to recall that someone scraped something and drew blood... an arm or something. </span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">--Once we actually went and played on the playground. I haven't had so much fun at a playground since I was a kid (and NO, we didn't deface anything!!!). Okay, okay, so I'll degrade myself by telling you that we, yes, a bunch of teens... although we were/are homeschooled :D, played tag.... we did have a rule that you couldn't go off the playground equipment, though. To make it more challenging.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Anyways, thank you for letting me reminisce. Even though I didn't ask you.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">P.S. Did you know raw corn tastes awesome? It's nice and sweet and juicy... I still think it's better cooked, but honestly, you should try some raw sweetcorn sometime. That was another quirk of working packing corn... you got to take home fresh leftover corn.</span><br /></span>Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-32566760993660702752009-06-03T12:03:00.000-07:002009-06-04T06:34:06.667-07:00Please Don't<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I wrote this poem a couple years ago, when I was somewhere around 10-11. I was looking through my stuff and thought I should put it up for fun.<br /><br />Please Don't (by me!)<br /><br />Don’t you dare criticize my book,<br />Please give it a second look,<br />Please don’t complain about how I spell,<br />Please don’t say “Your writings pell-mell,<br />Please don’t ask, “is that V or R”?<br />Please don’t claim my rhyming’s gone to far,<br />Please don’t say caPitAliZe,<br />Please, it would be my writing’s demise,<br />Please don’t say, “That’s just stupid”,<br />Please don’t ask, “What’s a Rupid?”<br />Please don’t say, “It’s all wrong”<br />BECAUSE IT’S NOT!<br />It is mine and I will write,<br />It the way that </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> like.</span></span>Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-15261564910325251842009-06-01T14:48:00.000-07:002009-06-01T15:06:27.871-07:00Hypocrisy = Mad me<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">This guy posted a rant against homeschoolers, being a homeschooler myself I was naturally offended and annoyed with the guy. I did not write my own response because I tried and realized that I could not be calm and rational about it. I mean, comm'on the guy insulted my mother! That's even worse than insulting me (he did that too). </span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://teacherrevised.org/2009/05/30/the-case-against-homeschooling/">http://teacherrevised.org/2009/05/30/the-case-against-homeschooling/</a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">My dad (hi dad!) did write a response, however. It's a lot better than mine would have been. </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Since you probably don't want to read all 442 loooooong comments, (yeah, we homeschoolers don't like being blatantly stereotyped!) here's my dad's post:</span><br /><br /></span><div class="entry" style="font-family:times new roman;"> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">"Let me see if I’m understanding the argument. Homeschooling is bad because:</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">10. When homeschooled kids get to college they’ll be mocked by the kids socialized by constant peer relations and educated in public schools to be tolerant and celebrate diversity.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">9. Learning can’t take place at a kitchen table.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">8. It’s selfish to give your kids a good education at home when others are doomed to a poor one at public schools.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">7. You should send your kids to public schools to proselytize the heathen there.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">6. You can’t teach a subject if you don’t have an advanced degree in that subject. (We’ll just ignore the fact that most public school teachers don’t hold degrees in the subjects they teach)</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">5. I’m personally offended by people who aren’t like me, who make different choices and have different beliefs. (Incidentally, you should send your kids to me so I can teach them to be tolerant and celebrate diversity.)</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">3 & 4. Only constant, day in day out non-stop social interaction with people who aren’t like you, who make different choices and have different beliefs will make you tolerant of them. (see point #5 to see how well this worked for me!)</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">2. It’s too risky to attempt getting a superior education. You should do the safe thing and settle.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">1. Homeschoolers are different from me, I personally have a hard time relating to them. They should be more like me, you know: capable of dealing with people who are different."</span></p> </div>Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-47435935384446659552009-05-30T17:14:00.001-07:002009-05-31T16:31:26.821-07:00Thanks Mom!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mom left for the weekend for a ladies retreat, and I have realized several truths.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Without Mom:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">1. We would die of...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> a. Starvation (We went to see UP on Friday, everybody ate like a piece of sourdough bread and then we left to go to the movie at 7:15. Elise didn't finish her bread and halfway through the movie complained that her "tummy hurt". Dad bought her popcorn but she didn't feel better until we got home and she ate a whole banana, even the little bit at the end you aren't supposed to.)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> b. High Cholesterol/Food Posioning (I'm extremely surprised we didn't go out to eat at all this weekend. We had these awful frozen chicken nugget things that tasted like cardboard but less flavorful. In all fairness to dad, mom bought them for us to eat while she was away. Then again, I don't think dad cooked any..... wait, he cooked hotdogs on the grill.)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">2. There would be no guarantee that dishes were clean/ There would be no clean dishes. (No one washed the big dishes in the sink at all this week, in fact, mom is washing them right now as I type. Mom had run the dishwasher before she left, but we kids had taken out dishes for breakfast and stuff. Dad, seeing the empty spaces, assumed the dishes were dirty and put dirty dishes in, and everybody else saw the dirty dishes he had put in and did likewise. I just hope those spoons I took out were clean.)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">3. There would be no clean clothes. (It didn't get bad, but nobody did laundry at all while mom was gone. I saw my brother, fresh out of the shower with nothing on but a towel around his waist heading down into the living room where he probably was hoping there would be clean undies or something.)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">4. Um, the house would be chaos. (The counter was witness to this.... even before I made cookies for church. In all fairness (to me), I left it cleaner than when I found it. Really, I did.)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And I can't think of any other overexaggerations of anything that went slightly wrong. But honestly, our house would be a pit without Mom. Thanks Mom! Happy (Belated) Mothers Day (And yes, I did do something for mothers day!!!). And thanks Dad, you really weren't that bad.... especially since we got to go to the movies. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div>Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-32881659828745304062009-05-30T09:18:00.000-07:002009-05-31T16:32:18.379-07:00Nicknames<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">For my mother's sanity (never know who's looking at a blog) (but mostly my own amusement) I've decided to give nicknames to various siblings. For further reference:</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Wilt, 14yrs: My younger, taller, brother. For anybody who's watched the kids tv show, "Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends", my brother is just like Wilt. He's extremely tall, quiet, too nice and says "sorry" way to much.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Bloo, 12yrs: Yes, my younger, shorter brother is also very similar to a Foster's character. For instance, he wanted his nickname to be, "Dashingly Handsome". I can't say much more about him lest risk coming under my parent's wrath and losing computer time. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Monster, 6yrs: Seriously, this sweet little girl has the face of a cherub. I just call her monster because... well, just because. </span></span></div>Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050982437662293718.post-42177790020375244662009-05-30T09:13:00.000-07:002009-05-30T09:18:29.399-07:00I'm thinking of calling him "Humperdink"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-9ERD7Y01qyvFQ6Fu_VDkiY9SCxM_IKe0tyb9oObqEKocRbS8siF2H0aaIM6jISGJQeANedTaUNrRu5X1Bs4htO525IhiLXHJrVUCohuK7dSi3kXkTrJ-yCPyVyEMVDzun88GC-a4Yc/s1600-h/IMG_3342.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-9ERD7Y01qyvFQ6Fu_VDkiY9SCxM_IKe0tyb9oObqEKocRbS8siF2H0aaIM6jISGJQeANedTaUNrRu5X1Bs4htO525IhiLXHJrVUCohuK7dSi3kXkTrJ-yCPyVyEMVDzun88GC-a4Yc/s320/IMG_3342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341651617899007074" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ain't he cute? I found him in the chicken feed... probably like seventh heaven for him until my brother and I started terrorizing him and "Wilt" scooped him out. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div>Ariadnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500255973150149891noreply@blogger.com0