The End of Fall Semester '09

Hello all!

It has been over half a year since I last posted on this blog, and would have been longer had a little girl not irked me to return with her enthusiasm.

There's no sense in me recapping my life since than, for not only would that be narcissistic but a pain. Imagine that, covering 8 months worth of my life in a blog? No thank you. I'm afraid I'd bore you and myself.

So if we don't talk about the past than what can we possibly talk about? How about the now!

Right now I'm taking down some lecture notes about John Coltrane for my finals next week. I've always found jazz interesting, it's history and style of music was always worth my time. I didn't believe there could be a way for it to be a waste of my time, but sadly, there is. My jazz history teacher is such a bore that music majors have dropped his class, and I would have followed suit were it not because of my need for another humanity class. But on to lighter and brighter news!

A while back my friend Stephen posted up a youtube video on facebook where a German band covered American hits. What was interesting is not that they were German, but how they covered these songs: in a rockabilly style reminiscent of the 1950s. Upon further research, there is a subculture in Europe that thrives out of dissatisfaction of today's mainstream.

Closing out this blog will be one of their first released songs, a cover of Rihanna's Umbrella, fitting for today's weather. Good night and good day world!

Anton & Nicole's Musing's II

What stuck out to me was when you said:

I mean, come on, that's why there are rapists: they wanna feel the love. Know wha'I'm sayin'?

A while ago a friend and I were talking about love, and he concluded that everybody does things out of love, or out of the need for love.

I personally feel that everybody craves contact, people want to feel connected to others. They want their souls to be touched.

You can see this at sporting events or rallies, where everyone is yelling together. In such cases, the people are acting as one, they become known as "the crowd." So much has been made of this that there is even a branch of psychology dedicated to it; crowd psychology. Together they feel themselves empowered, not because they are connected to one soul, but many.

If that doesn't strike you, than imagine this. You are walking down a street with a boy who makes you feel giggly, warm, or even comfortable. You feel safe with him. As you stroll along you stumble along a pleasant stillness, far opposite from the awkward silences that so often plagues teenage relationships. During this quiet moment, he reaches for your hand and as he is about to touch your hand, you grab his. A certain electricity surges through both your bodies: you've finally crossed the boundary where only the truly intimate are allowed entrance.

Something I've learned in my short (almost) 19 years of living is to not bother and try to solve the mystery of love. Instead, I just marvel at it. And I'll be glad if it, any of it, happens to come to me.

Simple Guidelines to Life.

It's amazing how easily it is to forget some basic guidelines of life.

Don't judge quickly.

Do what you love.

Don't tell people what to do when you don't do it yourself.

In my last post I had felt a certain amount of confused sorrow. My emotions were on a high and my hormones were skyrocketing.

I thought she didn't like me. I thought I screwed up.

But after talking to her, I just felt better. I still don't know if she likes me or not, but it doesn't matter. Talking to her brought me enough joy for today and beyond.
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Money isn't everything.

Nothing is everything.

Take chances.

Never say never.

You win some. You lose some.

God is good. All the time.

All the time. God is good.
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Thank you, I'm okay now.

God and Sports?

I was just finishing up an episode of the boxing anime Hajime no Ippo, where Ippo the main character takes on Date, the champion. I'm an avid sports fan and have often linked many aspects of sports to every day living. A religious thought occurred to me today while watching this championship bout. There are certain kinds of people that are made to represent the sport, thus, becoming champions. They are few in number, and the greatest have an everlasting influencing on the nature of the sport. The rest of us, as a result, are fans. We simply wish to be fans of the sport, to emulate the champions in whatever way we can, either through our normal daily lives, or possibly taking up the sport itself and becoming great. 

Now how this relates religiously is through relations with God. There are those of us who want to be one with him, to be like him, to be his champion. These can be correlated to the Christian Saints or the Hindu Saviour. And than there are those who have appreciate the sport, realizing that they can never become champions, choose to watch and support those in whichever way they can. 

In sport too, there are those who seek perfection. And our lives, we seek to be like God but in the end, we cannot be totally like him. Just as there is no perfect fighter, no perfect basketball player, no perfect football player, our human limitations prevent us from doing so. 

But that is not to say we should stop trying, because in our reaching for lofty goals, we cross our human boundaries and transcend beyond ourselves. As a humanity, we become greater through our efforts. 

I hope I explained everything clearly enough, and if I've made mistakes, feel free to correct me 

Four

Agape. Storge. Philia. Eros.

Love. 

New!

Whoot whoot! A new blog. I have just left my xanga, and have decided to roll with the times and start blogging on blogger. 

Where to begin... so lately, I've been having trouble with a lot of technology. First off, I haven't been able to log into facebook in almost a week. But it's ok, I seem to have a lot more time on my hands now. I've also realized I don't do much on facebook either.

My other techno problem is with emulators. I've downloaded a few emulators onto my Mac, but I can't save. ANYTHING. It's been frustrating and I've only been playing Megaman X games from the SNES 'cause you can just put in codes to start from where you were. 

Hmmm. That's all that is on my mind for right now. Back to studying identifying physical beauty.