This is my second post today, which I try to avoid normally. However, this post is of a very different nature than the other post I made today. It is an update on me.
This summer, I returned from Utrecht and spent July and August looking for work. My parents went and came back from a trip to Italy and Croatia. They both got bad cases of salmonella and the worse followed. Mom was demoted form her career fulfilling and well paying position of principal down to grade four teacher. She was crushed and still is. Lambert became arthritic and got a diagnosis weeks later. He has reactive arthritis caused by the salmonella and may have it for a while. Disability pay for him is limited.
However, on Tuesday things started looking up. I finally began work at the Holland Shopping Centre where I work as a deli girl. That evening I also received a letter in the mail inviting me to graduate, which was a lovely surprise, because one course from my exchange was omitted from my transcript.
Thursday, 23 September 2010
Richard Terfry is Buck 65.
You know those days, the days where you are feeling even more reflective than usual, and every thought that passes through your mind feels like an epiphany? Today was one of those days. TV's Grey's Anatomy Season premier was not helping. Each episode has bookend narration that frames the weekly drama at Seattle Grace Hospital as a moral epiphany.
My epiphany was entirely unrelated. Today, I decided I wanted to regress to a perspective where there are definite truths. A pre-post-modern perspective. I want to live knowing my fundamentals are fact and I want to defend them. I am seeking a simplicity that Jesus adored in children. I want the highly coveted blind faith. However, I do not want the ignorance that holds its hand. Perhaps I am looking for the new contemporary way of thinking. Maybe I am ready for what is next. Ready to have beliefs again and keep my womb open to growing knowledge.
Thus, after this intangible epiphany I realized the Richard Terfry, a favorite CBC radio personality, is also Buck 65. Furthermore, he is white! Acknowledgments go to Wikipedia for this information.
My epiphany was entirely unrelated. Today, I decided I wanted to regress to a perspective where there are definite truths. A pre-post-modern perspective. I want to live knowing my fundamentals are fact and I want to defend them. I am seeking a simplicity that Jesus adored in children. I want the highly coveted blind faith. However, I do not want the ignorance that holds its hand. Perhaps I am looking for the new contemporary way of thinking. Maybe I am ready for what is next. Ready to have beliefs again and keep my womb open to growing knowledge.
Thus, after this intangible epiphany I realized the Richard Terfry, a favorite CBC radio personality, is also Buck 65. Furthermore, he is white! Acknowledgments go to Wikipedia for this information.
Sunday, 12 September 2010
God values education.
When I went on exchange to Utrecht, I did something very stupid. I took a course for the sake of my education. I took with academic integrity hoping to gain a valuable learning experience. I recognized the risk of a black spot on my transcript, but I so strongly craved to learn for the sake of learning. To my dismay, I got 50% on the advanced level Netherlands Foreign Policy course. However, to my delight, this course was omitted from my official transcripts. Thank you God of academic pursuits!
Isaiah 55:8-9 (King James Version)
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts."
Lines 1 & 2 of a Hymn by William Cowper (1731-1800)
"God moves in a mysterious way; His wonders to perform."
Isaiah 55:8-9 (King James Version)
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts."
Lines 1 & 2 of a Hymn by William Cowper (1731-1800)
"God moves in a mysterious way; His wonders to perform."
Tuesday, 7 September 2010
I am a bad Cannuck.
I am not a faithful Cannuck fan. I would rather not watch you play it, because...
1. Ice hockey, by consequence of being on ice, is cold. Even on a nice sunny day, Ice Hockey takes place in a cold arena with painfully bold fluorescent lighting. And unless you've paid for a seat, you are sitting on a hard concrete or metal bench.
2. Hockey players have nothing on Mexican soccer players (sorry, 'football' players). Hockey players are often poorly groomed and have lost teeth to the sport. Additionally, if they are attractive, their efforts are lost behind their unflattering helmets.
3. Nothing happens during a typical hockey game. An exciting game from the spectator's perspective is usually classified as a bad game by the players. When hockey isn't boring, its because it isn't being played well. Either someone falls, the goalie get obliterated by pucks, or a fight breaks out (preferably involving a defenseless elderly ref).
Hockey is my national sport, but I just cannot muster the loyalty it deserves. I shamefully regret all the years I spent as a shivering pubescent girl sitting on the cold hard benches pretending I could distinguish one player from another.
1. Ice hockey, by consequence of being on ice, is cold. Even on a nice sunny day, Ice Hockey takes place in a cold arena with painfully bold fluorescent lighting. And unless you've paid for a seat, you are sitting on a hard concrete or metal bench.
2. Hockey players have nothing on Mexican soccer players (sorry, 'football' players). Hockey players are often poorly groomed and have lost teeth to the sport. Additionally, if they are attractive, their efforts are lost behind their unflattering helmets.
3. Nothing happens during a typical hockey game. An exciting game from the spectator's perspective is usually classified as a bad game by the players. When hockey isn't boring, its because it isn't being played well. Either someone falls, the goalie get obliterated by pucks, or a fight breaks out (preferably involving a defenseless elderly ref).
Hockey is my national sport, but I just cannot muster the loyalty it deserves. I shamefully regret all the years I spent as a shivering pubescent girl sitting on the cold hard benches pretending I could distinguish one player from another.
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