THERE'S A SECOND SEASON OF MONSTER QUEST, MY NEW FAVORITE SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IT BEGAN WEDNESDAY. NEW EPISODES WILL BE WEDNESDAYS AT 9 PM!!!!!!!!!!!
I'M EXCITED!
About Me
- Ibid
- I was born, I'm currently living, and will eventually die. After that I face my judgment, and we'll talk then.
Friday, May 30, 2008
La Vie en Rose
I’m a guy, and that makes it hard for me to notice when girls are great actors (it’s related to the phenomenon where I’m not able to tell if an actor is “hot”), and thus I know I could never be on the voting board for the Oscars simply because I usually can not tell who is a good actress. It’s just so hard for me to see past the actress and believe that they are their character. Actors have the job of playing make-believe with their audiences, and they must make the audience believe that they are not who they are, but are in fact some one else. For some reason I rarely see that in actresses. There are times, however, when it is so obvious that the actress has become the character that you know she has earned such merit.
Such is the case with this year’s Oscar winner for Best Actress, Marion Cotillard, who becomes the late French singer Edith Piaf in the biographical movie La Vie En Rose. I became interested in the film not only because Ms. Cotillard won the award this year, but also because the film was widely recognized as a great film, not only by critics but also by some of my friends. They were right. It is an incredibly moving film, not only in the acting department but in other technical aspects as well.
The film tells the story of Edith Piaf, opening with one of her later performances wherein she collapses on stage. Frequent flashbacks reveal her life story, although they are not as linear as one might hope, leading to some confusion in the storyline, though this confusion is only occasional. Edith was from her youth a product of the dirty Parisian streets in the early 20th Century, soon finding herself left at a brothel run by her grandmother. It is in these brothel scenes that the sexual content of the film rears its ugly head. It is not by any means a glorification of such abuse of sex, and in fact it is a dirty and ugly place. Edith finds a diamond in that rough when one of the prostitutes becomes a sort of mother for the lost child. Her father’s return, however, forces Edith to move into the next stage of her life. From then on the movie chronicles Edith’s spiraling career into stardom as a singer, painting her triumphs and catastrophes with bitter clarity.
This is a story of a singer, and the storyline is filled with songs, sometimes in the background, other times the song is supposed to be sung by Edith in front of adoring fans. The movie is also a sort of moral tale, demonstrating the problems with Edith’s life of partying and painkillers. It shows the destruction of the young woman who is dead before her 50th birthday, killed from the inside out.
This is again a chance for Cotillard to shine as an actress. She portrays Edith throughout her adult life, and is thus faced with the challenge of playing a woman who’s internal organs have shut down, and yet struggles on to sing. The performance is so detailed, so perfected, that it is natural and one is moved inside at the sight of a woman dying.
And yet even in death there is beauty (it makes more sense when you see the movie. Trust me).
The only real fault in the movie was that confusion in the script’s setup mentioned earlier. Other than that, it was a superb film. I give it 3 ½ stars (*** ½).
See it, and then enjoy it.
Such is the case with this year’s Oscar winner for Best Actress, Marion Cotillard, who becomes the late French singer Edith Piaf in the biographical movie La Vie En Rose. I became interested in the film not only because Ms. Cotillard won the award this year, but also because the film was widely recognized as a great film, not only by critics but also by some of my friends. They were right. It is an incredibly moving film, not only in the acting department but in other technical aspects as well.
The film tells the story of Edith Piaf, opening with one of her later performances wherein she collapses on stage. Frequent flashbacks reveal her life story, although they are not as linear as one might hope, leading to some confusion in the storyline, though this confusion is only occasional. Edith was from her youth a product of the dirty Parisian streets in the early 20th Century, soon finding herself left at a brothel run by her grandmother. It is in these brothel scenes that the sexual content of the film rears its ugly head. It is not by any means a glorification of such abuse of sex, and in fact it is a dirty and ugly place. Edith finds a diamond in that rough when one of the prostitutes becomes a sort of mother for the lost child. Her father’s return, however, forces Edith to move into the next stage of her life. From then on the movie chronicles Edith’s spiraling career into stardom as a singer, painting her triumphs and catastrophes with bitter clarity.
This is a story of a singer, and the storyline is filled with songs, sometimes in the background, other times the song is supposed to be sung by Edith in front of adoring fans. The movie is also a sort of moral tale, demonstrating the problems with Edith’s life of partying and painkillers. It shows the destruction of the young woman who is dead before her 50th birthday, killed from the inside out.
This is again a chance for Cotillard to shine as an actress. She portrays Edith throughout her adult life, and is thus faced with the challenge of playing a woman who’s internal organs have shut down, and yet struggles on to sing. The performance is so detailed, so perfected, that it is natural and one is moved inside at the sight of a woman dying.
And yet even in death there is beauty (it makes more sense when you see the movie. Trust me).
The only real fault in the movie was that confusion in the script’s setup mentioned earlier. Other than that, it was a superb film. I give it 3 ½ stars (*** ½).
See it, and then enjoy it.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Graduation post
I’ve never seen that many girls crying in one room before. It was the kind of crying that isn’t over-sobbing, where the person can’t breathe because tears are drowning them, but its more the sort of crying you feel when you want to stay strong and yet can’t help yourself. It’s the kind of crying you see young men do at the funeral of their best friend or their Dad when his body arrives from a foreign land.
Such was the sight last week. We, the College’s graduating class of 2008, had made it through the ceremonies. We had walked the walk, shook the proper hands, kissed the Cardinal’s ring, and accepted our diplomas. We graduated.
There was one last thing, however, on our agenda. We had to dance the night away. We had one last dance beneath the roof of our Commons, one last dance as a class, as a family.
Everything was going well. A couple of people had gotten wet-eyed earlier in the evening, but they had calmed down by now. We had danced “We Are Family” up on stage like a mass of nutcases, bumping hips like a bunch of oversized kids. We had danced the last dance of the night (I even had one dedicated to me for all my years of birthday singing).
And there we were.
It started out one by one. This or that girl began crying, and her friends came over to her. Then they started crying. But now the dance had ended, and the announcement had been made that underclassmen should stay and clean up, but Seniors (that is, us graduates) did not have to help. So we didn’t. It was time to say goodbye.
And then the tears came forth.
It started in groups, but soon every single graduated girl in the room was crying. It varied between girls, but each one had a wet eye. The men were men, of courses, not crying outside, but talking in hushed tones as we hugged each other. We hugged the girls too, of course, but it was the guys embracing each other like brothers that was the most touching. Even those of us who didn’t really know each other embraced in a sign of bonding. We were a class, and yet we realized that too late.
But should we have cried like we did? Why did we not just smile? A new chapter of our lives was beginning, but we could not see it then for the salty tears.
In Italian there is a big difference between “Buona sera” and “Buona notte.” Buona sera means “good afternoon/evening,” a more indefinite greeting or parting that means you might very well see the other person again before the day is over. Buona notte means that it is bed time, and you will not see the person again before the next day.
Graduation is a Buona sera moment. By that I mean it is not the end. We will all see each other again in time. Cry not for the parting but instead look forward in hope to the future meetings and greetings.
That is my Graduation hope for my class: that we will all meet again.
And we will. It is all in God's time.
Such was the sight last week. We, the College’s graduating class of 2008, had made it through the ceremonies. We had walked the walk, shook the proper hands, kissed the Cardinal’s ring, and accepted our diplomas. We graduated.
There was one last thing, however, on our agenda. We had to dance the night away. We had one last dance beneath the roof of our Commons, one last dance as a class, as a family.
Everything was going well. A couple of people had gotten wet-eyed earlier in the evening, but they had calmed down by now. We had danced “We Are Family” up on stage like a mass of nutcases, bumping hips like a bunch of oversized kids. We had danced the last dance of the night (I even had one dedicated to me for all my years of birthday singing).
And there we were.
It started out one by one. This or that girl began crying, and her friends came over to her. Then they started crying. But now the dance had ended, and the announcement had been made that underclassmen should stay and clean up, but Seniors (that is, us graduates) did not have to help. So we didn’t. It was time to say goodbye.
And then the tears came forth.
It started in groups, but soon every single graduated girl in the room was crying. It varied between girls, but each one had a wet eye. The men were men, of courses, not crying outside, but talking in hushed tones as we hugged each other. We hugged the girls too, of course, but it was the guys embracing each other like brothers that was the most touching. Even those of us who didn’t really know each other embraced in a sign of bonding. We were a class, and yet we realized that too late.
But should we have cried like we did? Why did we not just smile? A new chapter of our lives was beginning, but we could not see it then for the salty tears.
In Italian there is a big difference between “Buona sera” and “Buona notte.” Buona sera means “good afternoon/evening,” a more indefinite greeting or parting that means you might very well see the other person again before the day is over. Buona notte means that it is bed time, and you will not see the person again before the next day.
Graduation is a Buona sera moment. By that I mean it is not the end. We will all see each other again in time. Cry not for the parting but instead look forward in hope to the future meetings and greetings.
That is my Graduation hope for my class: that we will all meet again.
And we will. It is all in God's time.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Another sigh moment
One thing that bothers me about many Catholics is their refusal to listen to the pope or the other members of the hierarchy of the Church. These Catholics fall on both ends of the spectrum. On the one hand, there are Catholics who refuse to submit to the moral teaching of the Church on things like abortion, homosexuality, or attending Mass, not to mention lesser mentioned things like having sex outside marriage, or even things like lying.
They are called "cafeteria Catholics," because like someone in a cafeteria they pick and choose which rules they want to obey.
There are other Catholics, however, who are just as much "cafeteria Catholics" as these more liberal Catholics, only this second group resides on the polar opposite end of the spectrum. They are ultra-traditionalists. Just like the liberals they pick and choose what they want from the Church. They accept the Church's moral rulings, an essential part of what it means to be a Catholic, they hold. They do nt agree, despite their moral leanings, that one has to agree with rulings of the Church, even if they are from a Church Council. Modern ultra-traditionalists more often than not have some qualms with one or more of the rulings from the Second Vatican Council, which was held from 1962 - 1965, and which some traditionalists (not all of them as crazy as the others) say opened the door for liberalism to destroy the Church.
The problems with the two groups of "cafeteria Catholics" is that they refuse to obey the Church. The Church calls them back lovingly, trying to be firm and soft for the lost sheep, but these "cafeteria Catholics" refuse to listen. Like a disobedient child that refuses to sit down and behave, the ultra-traditionalists and the ultra-liberals keep telling Mother Church the same thing heretics have been telling the Church for centuries (note: the following is how one of my history professors in College described the heretical reaction). Heretics keep telling the Church: "No, no, no, you just don't understand." "You're wrong, Church," the heretics, ultra-traditionalists, and ultra-liberals cry. "If you ran the Church our way we would be members, but you won't. Until you see the light, we aren't gonna listen to you." Then a spiritual middle finger is thrown in the face of the Holy Father, and the offenders walk away.
It keeps happening. Look at this article.
It is sad, it is shocking, and it is true. The Church will always have her dissenters within, and we must stand against them, but one wishes, not to sound so fuzzy, that we could all just get along. By that, I mean I wish everyone would be in full communion with the Church and not damn themselves to Hell just because they want it their way on earth.
There is something greater than our comfort at stake.
Pray for them. They need it.
They are called "cafeteria Catholics," because like someone in a cafeteria they pick and choose which rules they want to obey.
There are other Catholics, however, who are just as much "cafeteria Catholics" as these more liberal Catholics, only this second group resides on the polar opposite end of the spectrum. They are ultra-traditionalists. Just like the liberals they pick and choose what they want from the Church. They accept the Church's moral rulings, an essential part of what it means to be a Catholic, they hold. They do nt agree, despite their moral leanings, that one has to agree with rulings of the Church, even if they are from a Church Council. Modern ultra-traditionalists more often than not have some qualms with one or more of the rulings from the Second Vatican Council, which was held from 1962 - 1965, and which some traditionalists (not all of them as crazy as the others) say opened the door for liberalism to destroy the Church.
The problems with the two groups of "cafeteria Catholics" is that they refuse to obey the Church. The Church calls them back lovingly, trying to be firm and soft for the lost sheep, but these "cafeteria Catholics" refuse to listen. Like a disobedient child that refuses to sit down and behave, the ultra-traditionalists and the ultra-liberals keep telling Mother Church the same thing heretics have been telling the Church for centuries (note: the following is how one of my history professors in College described the heretical reaction). Heretics keep telling the Church: "No, no, no, you just don't understand." "You're wrong, Church," the heretics, ultra-traditionalists, and ultra-liberals cry. "If you ran the Church our way we would be members, but you won't. Until you see the light, we aren't gonna listen to you." Then a spiritual middle finger is thrown in the face of the Holy Father, and the offenders walk away.
It keeps happening. Look at this article.
It is sad, it is shocking, and it is true. The Church will always have her dissenters within, and we must stand against them, but one wishes, not to sound so fuzzy, that we could all just get along. By that, I mean I wish everyone would be in full communion with the Church and not damn themselves to Hell just because they want it their way on earth.
There is something greater than our comfort at stake.
Pray for them. They need it.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Thesis update
Oh my GOSH!
Well, the rough draft was due today, and unlike certain philosophy majors I know, I turned it in on time. That's right, I turned in the dragon thesis on the day that it was due. What makes this an amazing feat? Its . . . . .
72 pages long, plus a 4 page Bibliography.
So that's a big deal, I think. I mean, 72 pages is a pretty good sized thesis.
Still have three more papers and teaching this semester. Hopefully that will go well too.
Gulp.
Well, the rough draft was due today, and unlike certain philosophy majors I know, I turned it in on time. That's right, I turned in the dragon thesis on the day that it was due. What makes this an amazing feat? Its . . . . .
72 pages long, plus a 4 page Bibliography.
So that's a big deal, I think. I mean, 72 pages is a pretty good sized thesis.
Still have three more papers and teaching this semester. Hopefully that will go well too.
Gulp.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
UFOs?
I like the mysteries of the world. All my friends know I'm obsessed with things like Cryptozoology, Aliens, and weird things of the world. I actually sat and watch videos put together on Youtube with pictures of these weird things for a couple hours. So naturally I decided to read an article with a headline like
"UFO Photos Draw National Attention"
Exciting, I know. But I don't think its a real photo. By that, I mean that I think that it is a hoax. Yes, it could have been done on Photoshop by someone with way too much time on his hand. Or, also very likely, Someone could have designed this thing and somehow flown it in the air. Look at the photo:
It looks like its not that far off the ground (telephone poles are not that high up). It could be a combination of the two, that is, it could be a model spliced with a picture of the sky and telephone pole.
If it is something unexplained, it would be interesting, but I don't know if it is.
"UFO Photos Draw National Attention"
Exciting, I know. But I don't think its a real photo. By that, I mean that I think that it is a hoax. Yes, it could have been done on Photoshop by someone with way too much time on his hand. Or, also very likely, Someone could have designed this thing and somehow flown it in the air. Look at the photo:
It looks like its not that far off the ground (telephone poles are not that high up). It could be a combination of the two, that is, it could be a model spliced with a picture of the sky and telephone pole.
If it is something unexplained, it would be interesting, but I don't know if it is.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Good Friday
Good Friday
"Lord, I am not worthy
Lord, I am not worthy
but speak the word only."
- T. S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday
Christ has died,
(They have sighed).
Some have lied,
(But we survive).
In this place,
Full of Grace,
in this place,
touch our face.
Make us feel
as you feel.
For this meal,
his flesh pealed
we do take,
him we break.
Such is salvation
I wrote it just now, on the spot. What do you think?
"Lord, I am not worthy
Lord, I am not worthy
but speak the word only."
- T. S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday
Christ has died,
(They have sighed).
Some have lied,
(But we survive).
In this place,
Full of Grace,
in this place,
touch our face.
Make us feel
as you feel.
For this meal,
his flesh pealed
we do take,
him we break.
Such is salvation
I wrote it just now, on the spot. What do you think?
Sunday, March 16, 2008
An update?
I really don't know what to post about. I just feel that since I haven't done any posting for over a month, I should say something. So here's some posting type stuff.
I Student Teach. That's right, I, Ibid, teach for school credits. I student teach here and here. Its really exciting. Right now, for example, I'm doing a series of lectures on Irish History from the Uprising of 1798 through the Civil War in 1922. I think the kids are really getting into the stories I'm telling. It feels so right, standing in front of them, teaching them, helping them.
Awesome.
I actually should be preparing my lecture right now. I need to keep up the good work, as they say. I've impressed Dr. Carroll, one of my heroes, so that's really good.
Thesis is going. The Rough Draft is due on April 2, and I'm only just now starting chapter 3. I'm hoping to get it done in time.
Its about 56 pages long right now. I know. that's without chapter three or the conclusion.
Oh man!
I Student Teach. That's right, I, Ibid, teach for school credits. I student teach here and here. Its really exciting. Right now, for example, I'm doing a series of lectures on Irish History from the Uprising of 1798 through the Civil War in 1922. I think the kids are really getting into the stories I'm telling. It feels so right, standing in front of them, teaching them, helping them.
Awesome.
I actually should be preparing my lecture right now. I need to keep up the good work, as they say. I've impressed Dr. Carroll, one of my heroes, so that's really good.
Thesis is going. The Rough Draft is due on April 2, and I'm only just now starting chapter 3. I'm hoping to get it done in time.
Its about 56 pages long right now. I know. that's without chapter three or the conclusion.
Oh man!
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Dragons on the brain
There is a very good reason why I'm obsessed with dragons right now. My English thesis (that's right, I'm writing a second thesis; it comes with the territory of double majoring) is on dragons. Specifically it deals with Germanic dragons, the dragons most people are familiar with in Western literature, and how modern good dragons are not really Germanic dragons but rather are a new type of dragon, an American dragon.
Yes, I took the name from the show on Disney channel.
So anyway, I have dragons on the brain. I even turned the word into a verb.
Dragon: v. To hoard or hog something, such as gold or books. I can't believe Matt Rose dragoned all the books on dragons. That jerk.
So now you can dragon.
I also took pictures of my dragon Ol' Blue Eyes. I got Ol' Blue Eyes for Kris Kringle this past Christmas. Here they are:
As you can see, Ol' Blue Eyes is dragoning my thesis books.
Dragoning again.
So Ol' Blue Eyes seemed so interested in my thesis topic that I decided to put him to good use.
So those are the dragon pics. I can almost guarantee that I will post on my thesis again.
"On that you can rely."
Yes, I took the name from the show on Disney channel.
So anyway, I have dragons on the brain. I even turned the word into a verb.
Dragon: v. To hoard or hog something, such as gold or books. I can't believe Matt Rose dragoned all the books on dragons. That jerk.
So now you can dragon.
I also took pictures of my dragon Ol' Blue Eyes. I got Ol' Blue Eyes for Kris Kringle this past Christmas. Here they are:
As you can see, Ol' Blue Eyes is dragoning my thesis books.
Dragoning again.
So Ol' Blue Eyes seemed so interested in my thesis topic that I decided to put him to good use.
So those are the dragon pics. I can almost guarantee that I will post on my thesis again.
"On that you can rely."
Monday, January 28, 2008
On Cheese
I wrote this for my Poetry and Poetics class at the College. It is crap, I will admit, but I'll put it up here anyway. I'm sure someone out there will want to read it.
"The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese." - G. K. Chesterton
"On Cheese"
Of all the songs and poems read by men,
Have none composed or sung of one like thee?
Of you there is no equal dish, why then
Have they who sing and write and croon for me,
Forgotten how you taste and warm the sea
That is my heart, or how you give my life
Complete control of all my faults, and be
What all the saints desire for their strife?
(No wonder Ham is seen as your fair wife)
Though none have sung about your grace and pride,
Your smell when you are found to be too ripe,
I take my queue and turn about inside.
A verse is sung, for you do give and please,
And thus a rhyme about my love, my cheese.
"The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese." - G. K. Chesterton
"On Cheese"
Of all the songs and poems read by men,
Have none composed or sung of one like thee?
Of you there is no equal dish, why then
Have they who sing and write and croon for me,
Forgotten how you taste and warm the sea
That is my heart, or how you give my life
Complete control of all my faults, and be
What all the saints desire for their strife?
(No wonder Ham is seen as your fair wife)
Though none have sung about your grace and pride,
Your smell when you are found to be too ripe,
I take my queue and turn about inside.
A verse is sung, for you do give and please,
And thus a rhyme about my love, my cheese.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
My last semester
Well folks, its time for my last semester here at the College. I've got a nice workload: 3 classes, a thesis, and the teaching practicum. I've got a whole bunch of movie things I want to do too. I'm working on another story, as well as tweeking one of my older ones. I haven't actually had my first class yet (its at 1) but I'm anxious to start. Its like a new adventure starting, a new day dawning.
Yesterday The Good Doctor, the college president, gave an amazingly awesome speech to rouse the student body to do their best this semester, the second in our 30th Anniversary celebration. he encouraged us to live Christian lives by first and foremost doing our school work (for you can not serve Christ if you cannot do your daily duties). He also expressed his disgust of recent incidents of students who were kicked out of the school after this past semester because of behavior. Its the kind of skeletons that no college likes to have in their closet, yet they all do. it is our job, The Good Doctor urged us, to tell our friends when they are doing something bad that what they are doing might not be a good thing, or that it might be a danger to themselves or others. One essential thing one must remember, however, is that we cannot be preachy. We must approach them as our friends, or better yet, as our brothers and sisters in Christ. That is our mission as students of the College. We are to Restore all things in Christ, even our daily lives, no matter how hard that may be.
Therefore, we march. A week from today is another anniversary, one less joyful than that of the college's founding. It is the anniversary of Roe vs. Wade, the Supreme Court case that legalized abortion. It is never a good sign of a society when immorality is legalized. Such was the case in the legalization of abortion. The arguments against abortion will not be presented here. This is not the reason for my mentioning it in this post. Rather, I mention the March for Life, what people call the organized protest to the ruling that occurs every year on January 22, because it is another avenue that we as members of the College, indeed as Catholics throughout this nation and the world, may use to restore the world to Christ. What better way to evangelize the faith than to live it? The March provides an opportunity for just that. Men and women of all faiths, even no faith at all, descend upon capital hill to protest the inhumanity that is abortion. There are Catholics, Protestants, Jews, Atheists, Agnostics, Muslims, Mormons, and everything in between. We overcome our religious differences to stand up for life, to protest something that needs to be stopped. In doing so we provide to those who do not know us, those who may be unfamiliar with the Catholic life, a clear portrait of what John Paul II, of happy memory, called "ordinary Christian living." Race, Creed, etc do not stop us from marching with each other. Maybe this year a young (or even not so young) Protestant or Atheist might see the Christendom banner and the chilled students underneath and behind it marching to the sound of the rosary, and think "hey, they seem to know what they're doing" and be inspired to investigate the faith. How many unknown converts are won each year by the witness in defense of life? We may never know, but the One who is greater than all of this, who gave life at the beginning of time, will know.
"And that has made all the difference."
Yesterday The Good Doctor, the college president, gave an amazingly awesome speech to rouse the student body to do their best this semester, the second in our 30th Anniversary celebration. he encouraged us to live Christian lives by first and foremost doing our school work (for you can not serve Christ if you cannot do your daily duties). He also expressed his disgust of recent incidents of students who were kicked out of the school after this past semester because of behavior. Its the kind of skeletons that no college likes to have in their closet, yet they all do. it is our job, The Good Doctor urged us, to tell our friends when they are doing something bad that what they are doing might not be a good thing, or that it might be a danger to themselves or others. One essential thing one must remember, however, is that we cannot be preachy. We must approach them as our friends, or better yet, as our brothers and sisters in Christ. That is our mission as students of the College. We are to Restore all things in Christ, even our daily lives, no matter how hard that may be.
Therefore, we march. A week from today is another anniversary, one less joyful than that of the college's founding. It is the anniversary of Roe vs. Wade, the Supreme Court case that legalized abortion. It is never a good sign of a society when immorality is legalized. Such was the case in the legalization of abortion. The arguments against abortion will not be presented here. This is not the reason for my mentioning it in this post. Rather, I mention the March for Life, what people call the organized protest to the ruling that occurs every year on January 22, because it is another avenue that we as members of the College, indeed as Catholics throughout this nation and the world, may use to restore the world to Christ. What better way to evangelize the faith than to live it? The March provides an opportunity for just that. Men and women of all faiths, even no faith at all, descend upon capital hill to protest the inhumanity that is abortion. There are Catholics, Protestants, Jews, Atheists, Agnostics, Muslims, Mormons, and everything in between. We overcome our religious differences to stand up for life, to protest something that needs to be stopped. In doing so we provide to those who do not know us, those who may be unfamiliar with the Catholic life, a clear portrait of what John Paul II, of happy memory, called "ordinary Christian living." Race, Creed, etc do not stop us from marching with each other. Maybe this year a young (or even not so young) Protestant or Atheist might see the Christendom banner and the chilled students underneath and behind it marching to the sound of the rosary, and think "hey, they seem to know what they're doing" and be inspired to investigate the faith. How many unknown converts are won each year by the witness in defense of life? We may never know, but the One who is greater than all of this, who gave life at the beginning of time, will know.
"And that has made all the difference."
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
New Years
HAPPY NEW YEAR, from the writer here at IBID's Freaking Awesome Blog. May your new year be a blessed one, full of abundent blessings, and such.
God Bless,
Ibid
God Bless,
Ibid
Saturday, December 29, 2007
On Huckabee
So I've been kinda out of the election thing, since I'm a registered independent (Less concerned about parties, more concerned about topics). I've been reading about the Republican race, since I'll probably vote for one of them, if I don't vote third party, and I don't really care for the Democrats. So I'll probably vote for a Republican, but only if they support what I support.
My Older sister has told me that she is currently supporting Mike Huckabee, one of the Pro-life, pro-family Republicans fighting for the Republican seat. However, he recently ran into some controversy with the Catholic Church (of which most of my readers belong, to quote Chesterton, as well as myself) for, "courting his evangelical base at the church of a controversial preacher accused of disparaging Catholics." The preacher was one John Hagee, who is a well known anti-Catholic. When I mean Anti-Catholic, I mean all out Whore of Babylon/Evil Crusader and Inquisition/"Most readers will be shocked by the clear record of history linking Adolf Hitler and the Roman Catholic Church in a conspiracy to exterminate the Jews" kind of stuff. The same stuff that has been going around since the Reformation.
So what does a Catholic do? Does he support someone who supports his political views, even if that candidate gains support from people who see your religion as the actualization of the Book of Revelation?
I say you can. It's what Catholics have been doing throughout this country's history. For most of our history, Catholics have faced hostilities, and yet have come to political agreements. It is the same sort of thing that happens at the Right to Life March in January on the anniversery of Roe vs. Wade. People of all religions come together to stand up for life.
Such could be the same in this up coming election.
My Older sister has told me that she is currently supporting Mike Huckabee, one of the Pro-life, pro-family Republicans fighting for the Republican seat. However, he recently ran into some controversy with the Catholic Church (of which most of my readers belong, to quote Chesterton, as well as myself) for, "courting his evangelical base at the church of a controversial preacher accused of disparaging Catholics." The preacher was one John Hagee, who is a well known anti-Catholic. When I mean Anti-Catholic, I mean all out Whore of Babylon/Evil Crusader and Inquisition/"Most readers will be shocked by the clear record of history linking Adolf Hitler and the Roman Catholic Church in a conspiracy to exterminate the Jews" kind of stuff. The same stuff that has been going around since the Reformation.
So what does a Catholic do? Does he support someone who supports his political views, even if that candidate gains support from people who see your religion as the actualization of the Book of Revelation?
I say you can. It's what Catholics have been doing throughout this country's history. For most of our history, Catholics have faced hostilities, and yet have come to political agreements. It is the same sort of thing that happens at the Right to Life March in January on the anniversery of Roe vs. Wade. People of all religions come together to stand up for life.
Such could be the same in this up coming election.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
A desperate need
Oh man, I have so much to post on. Only one problem: no time. No time to sit here and write up my deep thoughts, no time to fill a post with some sort of wit.
I need to post on Christmas. I finally went to a Midnight Mass (I haven't gotten to go to one in years), I got a whole bunch of stuff under the tree, and I did have fun.
I need to post on some news I just noticed about Republican candidate Mike Huckabee, and the possibility of his Anti-Catholicism.
I also need to report on an event that has not happened yet: I'm getting my wisdom teeth removed tomorrow.
. . . . . .
I know. I'm not really excited about it either.
I'll let you know how it goes.
I need to post on Christmas. I finally went to a Midnight Mass (I haven't gotten to go to one in years), I got a whole bunch of stuff under the tree, and I did have fun.
I need to post on some news I just noticed about Republican candidate Mike Huckabee, and the possibility of his Anti-Catholicism.
I also need to report on an event that has not happened yet: I'm getting my wisdom teeth removed tomorrow.
. . . . . .
I know. I'm not really excited about it either.
I'll let you know how it goes.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Christmas Post
Its Christmas time. It is a time of love, peace, and life. We remember the birth of Jesus, the only man born to die, and the mystery of our salvation. Yet the season has been scarred by things like commercialism and fighting over whether one should say "Merry Christmas" or "Happy Holidays." The most tv specials will admit is that it is not all about getting presents, but giving. The whole Jesus aspect has been forgotten. One of the only references to the Nativity of Christ as the reason for Christmas I have seen recently, oddly enough, is in the Christmas special for the cartoon Ed, Edd, and Eddy (which I think is a pretty funny show). Talk to me later and I'll describe the scene. The point is that we have lost what the season is about.
My mom sent me this email thing which she probably got from her homeschooling emailing group. It may not be 100% on target, but it makes some good points. I'll leave you with the text of the "Letter from Jesus." "God bless us, everyone," and Merry Christmas.
Letter from Jesus about Christmas --
Dear Children,
It has come to my attention that many of you are upset that folks aretaking My name out of the season. Maybe you've forgotten that I wasn'tactually born during this time of the year and that it was some of yourpredecessors who decided to celebrate My birthday on what was actually atime of pagan festival. Although I do appreciate being remembered anytime.
How I personally feel about this celebration can probably be most easilyunderstood by those of you who have been blessed with children of your own.I don't care what you call the day. If you want to celebrate My birth, justGET ALONG AND LOVE ONE ANOTHER.
Now, having said that let Me go on. If it bothers you that the town in whichyou live doesn't allow a scene depicting My birth, then just get rid of acouple of Santas and snowmen and put in a small Nativity scene on your ownfront lawn. If all My followers did that there wouldn't be any need for sucha scene on the town square because there would be many of them all around town.
Stop worrying about the fact that people are calling the tree a holiday treeinstead of a Christmas tree. It was I who made all trees. You can rememberMe anytime you see any tree. Decorate a grape vine if you wish: I actuallyspoke of that one in a teaching, explaining who I am in relation to you andwhat each of our tasks were. If you have forgotten that one, look up John15: 1 - 8.
If you want to give Me a present in remembrance of My birth here is my wishlist. Choose something from it:
1. Instead of writing protest letters objecting to the way My birthday isbeing celebrated, write letters of love and hope to soldiers away from home.They are terribly afraid and lonely this time of year. I know, they tell Me all the time.
2. Visit someone in a nursing home. You don't have to know them personally.They just need to know that someone cares about them.
3. Instead of writing George complaining about the wording on the cards hisstaff sent out this year, why don't you write and tell him that you'll be praying for him and his family this year. Then follow up. It will be nice hearing from you again.
4. Instead of giving your children a lot of gifts you can't afford and they don't need, spend time with them. Tell them the story of My birth, and why Icame to live with you down here. Hold them in your arms and remind them that I love them.
5. Pick someone that has hurt you in the past and forgive him or her.
6. Did you know that someone in your town will attempt to take their own life this season because they feel so alone and hopeless? Since you don'tknow who that person is, try giving everyone you meet a warm smile; it could make the difference.
7. Instead of nit picking about what the retailer in your town calls the holiday, be patient with the people who work there. Give them a warm smileand a kind word. Even if they aren't allowed to wish you a "Merry Christmas" that doesn't keep you from wishing them one. Then stop shopping there on Sunday. If the store didn't make so much money on that day they'd close and let their employees spend the day at home with their families
8. If you really want to make a difference, support a missionary--especially one who takes My love and Good News to those who have never heard My name.
9. Here's a good one. There are individuals and whole families in your town who not only will have no "Christmas" tree, but neither will they have any presents to give or receive. If you don't know them, buy some food and a few gifts and give them to the Salvation Army or some other charity which believes in Me and they will make the delivery for you.
10. Finally, if you want to make a statement about your belief in and loyalty to Me, then behave like a Christian. Don't do things in secret thatyou wouldn't do in My presence. Let people know by your actions that you are one of mine.
Don't forget; I am God and can take care of Myself. Just love Me and do whatI have told you to do. I'll take care of all the rest. Check out the list above and get to work; time is short. I'll help you, but the ball is now in your court. And do have a most blessed Christmas with all those whom youlove and remember : I LOVE YOU,
JESUS
My mom sent me this email thing which she probably got from her homeschooling emailing group. It may not be 100% on target, but it makes some good points. I'll leave you with the text of the "Letter from Jesus." "God bless us, everyone," and Merry Christmas.
Letter from Jesus about Christmas --
Dear Children,
It has come to my attention that many of you are upset that folks aretaking My name out of the season. Maybe you've forgotten that I wasn'tactually born during this time of the year and that it was some of yourpredecessors who decided to celebrate My birthday on what was actually atime of pagan festival. Although I do appreciate being remembered anytime.
How I personally feel about this celebration can probably be most easilyunderstood by those of you who have been blessed with children of your own.I don't care what you call the day. If you want to celebrate My birth, justGET ALONG AND LOVE ONE ANOTHER.
Now, having said that let Me go on. If it bothers you that the town in whichyou live doesn't allow a scene depicting My birth, then just get rid of acouple of Santas and snowmen and put in a small Nativity scene on your ownfront lawn. If all My followers did that there wouldn't be any need for sucha scene on the town square because there would be many of them all around town.
Stop worrying about the fact that people are calling the tree a holiday treeinstead of a Christmas tree. It was I who made all trees. You can rememberMe anytime you see any tree. Decorate a grape vine if you wish: I actuallyspoke of that one in a teaching, explaining who I am in relation to you andwhat each of our tasks were. If you have forgotten that one, look up John15: 1 - 8.
If you want to give Me a present in remembrance of My birth here is my wishlist. Choose something from it:
1. Instead of writing protest letters objecting to the way My birthday isbeing celebrated, write letters of love and hope to soldiers away from home.They are terribly afraid and lonely this time of year. I know, they tell Me all the time.
2. Visit someone in a nursing home. You don't have to know them personally.They just need to know that someone cares about them.
3. Instead of writing George complaining about the wording on the cards hisstaff sent out this year, why don't you write and tell him that you'll be praying for him and his family this year. Then follow up. It will be nice hearing from you again.
4. Instead of giving your children a lot of gifts you can't afford and they don't need, spend time with them. Tell them the story of My birth, and why Icame to live with you down here. Hold them in your arms and remind them that I love them.
5. Pick someone that has hurt you in the past and forgive him or her.
6. Did you know that someone in your town will attempt to take their own life this season because they feel so alone and hopeless? Since you don'tknow who that person is, try giving everyone you meet a warm smile; it could make the difference.
7. Instead of nit picking about what the retailer in your town calls the holiday, be patient with the people who work there. Give them a warm smileand a kind word. Even if they aren't allowed to wish you a "Merry Christmas" that doesn't keep you from wishing them one. Then stop shopping there on Sunday. If the store didn't make so much money on that day they'd close and let their employees spend the day at home with their families
8. If you really want to make a difference, support a missionary--especially one who takes My love and Good News to those who have never heard My name.
9. Here's a good one. There are individuals and whole families in your town who not only will have no "Christmas" tree, but neither will they have any presents to give or receive. If you don't know them, buy some food and a few gifts and give them to the Salvation Army or some other charity which believes in Me and they will make the delivery for you.
10. Finally, if you want to make a statement about your belief in and loyalty to Me, then behave like a Christian. Don't do things in secret thatyou wouldn't do in My presence. Let people know by your actions that you are one of mine.
Don't forget; I am God and can take care of Myself. Just love Me and do whatI have told you to do. I'll take care of all the rest. Check out the list above and get to work; time is short. I'll help you, but the ball is now in your court. And do have a most blessed Christmas with all those whom youlove and remember : I LOVE YOU,
JESUS
Monday, December 17, 2007
Break time
Hey guess what.
That's right its break time. I somehow managed to survive the papers (A- on at least two of them) and the thesis, and the finals.
One more semester.
The downside is that there is only one more semester. One more semester to hang out with my friends, one more semester to live on that beautiful campus, one more semester to live as a student before becoming an adult. Everyone keeps commenting that they don't know what they'll do without me. I don't like to let it on, but I have no freaking clue what I'm gonna do without them. My friends have become part of who I am. I am not just Ibid. I'm Propter Quid, Quia, WP, CO, Carducci, PBJ Girl, Ry, Jerico, John, Shelia, and all the others whose blog names I can't think of off the top of my head. They are part of me, and parting with them is gonna be like loosing part of myself.
Except now I'm sounding mushy. Maybe I'll post something more happy next time.
Oh, and go see Evlyn. It is a great movie. Not often do you have a film that is a moving story, artistically beautiful, sympathetic to the Catholic Church, and made only 5 years ago. Go rent it.
Now. Do it. Don't be shy.
That's right its break time. I somehow managed to survive the papers (A- on at least two of them) and the thesis, and the finals.
One more semester.
The downside is that there is only one more semester. One more semester to hang out with my friends, one more semester to live on that beautiful campus, one more semester to live as a student before becoming an adult. Everyone keeps commenting that they don't know what they'll do without me. I don't like to let it on, but I have no freaking clue what I'm gonna do without them. My friends have become part of who I am. I am not just Ibid. I'm Propter Quid, Quia, WP, CO, Carducci, PBJ Girl, Ry, Jerico, John, Shelia, and all the others whose blog names I can't think of off the top of my head. They are part of me, and parting with them is gonna be like loosing part of myself.
Except now I'm sounding mushy. Maybe I'll post something more happy next time.
Oh, and go see Evlyn. It is a great movie. Not often do you have a film that is a moving story, artistically beautiful, sympathetic to the Catholic Church, and made only 5 years ago. Go rent it.
Now. Do it. Don't be shy.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Paper Time
One of the key reasons i started up this blog was to share pictures of my adventures in Rome with my mom. That reason, in cause you haven't actually been reading this thing, has come and gone. Now its more of a venue for me to vent my stress at everything, be it school work or how stupid the world is, as well as give you guys a taste of my creative mind.
So I come to you again, fair readers, to say that I am stressed again. This time it is not my thesis (I got an A- on the rough draft, by the by) which I have almost perfected. Rather, what makes my adrenaline rise are the papers I must write.
And Write
And Write
And did I mention Write?
Writing and reading are basically what I'm majoring in. English and History do not lend themselves to light intellectual discussions and that sort of cramming for tests. Rather, the heavy weight is how well you can write a paper. Its like a mini thesis, or a thesis is like a huge paper.
Except this time I have 5 papers in two weeks.
This Tuesday, before we start Thanksgiving break, I have my English Novel paper (10-12 pages) and my Immigrant Church paper (also 10-12 pages). The week we return from break, I have my English Renaissances Literature paper due on Tuesday, my Communist Revolution paper due on Wednesday, my thesis' final draft due on Thursday, and my Literary Criticism paper due on Friday.
Holy Hand Cramp Batman!
So yeah, I've got my work cut out for me. Oh, and I must stay caught up in my reading for the classes. Don't worry though, its only 100 pages or so to read every other night. While juggling papers. Add on that that I have to remain alive, and I'm in an interesting situation.
I blame society.
So I come to you again, fair readers, to say that I am stressed again. This time it is not my thesis (I got an A- on the rough draft, by the by) which I have almost perfected. Rather, what makes my adrenaline rise are the papers I must write.
And Write
And Write
And did I mention Write?
Writing and reading are basically what I'm majoring in. English and History do not lend themselves to light intellectual discussions and that sort of cramming for tests. Rather, the heavy weight is how well you can write a paper. Its like a mini thesis, or a thesis is like a huge paper.
Except this time I have 5 papers in two weeks.
This Tuesday, before we start Thanksgiving break, I have my English Novel paper (10-12 pages) and my Immigrant Church paper (also 10-12 pages). The week we return from break, I have my English Renaissances Literature paper due on Tuesday, my Communist Revolution paper due on Wednesday, my thesis' final draft due on Thursday, and my Literary Criticism paper due on Friday.
Holy Hand Cramp Batman!
So yeah, I've got my work cut out for me. Oh, and I must stay caught up in my reading for the classes. Don't worry though, its only 100 pages or so to read every other night. While juggling papers. Add on that that I have to remain alive, and I'm in an interesting situation.
I blame society.
Monday, November 05, 2007
Updated life
Alright, the rough draft to the thesis is turned in. Now all I have left to do are the papers for all the classes I'm taking. Its pretty intense. I mean, the amount of pages minimally required of for each paper is more than the length of the rough draft I turned in for the thesis.
Somethings crazy about all this.
Sheesh.
Somethings crazy about all this.
Sheesh.
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