Suspension of Disbelief

I dreamed that night of a perfect place, Sitting out beneath the crescent moon, Shadows flickering across our faces, Moonlight dazzling in our eyes as Our hands begin a slow symphony. With each heart beat the air grows warmer. Over the horizon our destiny lurks. And come what may -- but now, this night We are the banquet, each other the main course Tucked away are fears of what dawn will bring. Here and now we are two souls as one. For now, the rest of the world has fallen silent.

Some write of darkness, of pain, suffering, and plight whose agony knows no bounds or end. Others pen tales of daffodils, birthdays, and sunshine, freshly baked cookies, devotion, friendship and love a plenty. But my story is not so simple as light or dark, happy or sad. I cannot be put to float in a single boat. I am nine hundred thousand extremes, fighting for their place at a table that seats only eight.

There once was a rabbit Spotted brown and gray. He had a bad habit. He ate beans all day! His wife kicked him out. Soon, his mother did too. If you see him wanderin' about, That's the least you could do. Had I not met a hare so gaseous as him, Who's so set about rooting and tooting, (For never a moment does it dim!) I'd not believe one could be so polluting As my friend Reginald Arthur Benjamin!

Religious belief and religion are two different things. This must be said at the outset. Religious belief is internally coded. Religion is the external transmission of that internal religious belief. Religious belief is praying, keeping Kosher, treating others the way you want to be treated, etc., and how you feel about dogma. Dogma is religion. It is the Ten Commandments, the Baptism, the sacred rituals, the clothing, the physical expression of one's belief. It is this physical expression that describes for each other one's religious beliefs. What you see of a religious person can tell you much of what they are believing internally. The same is true for the non-religious -- absence is a sign the same as appearance. That said, the purpose of religion is to proliferate one's beliefs onto others and to fortify it amongst the "believers". Period. It serves as a standard by which all members of a faith or a sect of a faith will measure themselves by. (...

This summer's been interesting so far. Actually that should read: "This summer's NOT been interesting so far." Excuse the type-o. I know that this blog is seriously lacking some real content in the past month or so, but I haven't been thinking about anything big in that time. No new ideas or brilliant (if I do think so myself :P ) brain waves. I'm scattered. I can't concentrate on things for more than an hour or so at a time, if that. I tried reading a book this afternoon and ended up finishing one chapter and put it down because I needed to get off my ass. Oh well, what the hell can I do that is free / extremely cheap / time consuming but not tedious or boring? That's what I need to figure out. Hell, I'd even get a job for the summer, that is IF there were any available where I live. Suffice to say, if you see me working in Wal-Mart, I've clearly hit rock bottom and begun to dig. Otherwise, I'm sure I'll find something or ...

Unfortunately as this summer drags when Youtube beckons I answer. Know the feeling? Stumbling about the interwebs until in a moment of epiphany you realize the sun is rising. Well at any rate... I am not and have never been a fan of American Idol. I think the show's tepid flavor demeans real music and destroys real musicians who try to cookie cutter themselves into fame and fortune. And, it's made Fox tons of money. I have not watched the series at any length and have probably not seen an entire episode in 6 years or so. But while stumbling around the tubes listening to old Queen concerts (of which there are hundreds incidentally) I came across what I'm told was from the last season finale, a cover of Queen's We Are the Champions by the two remaining contestants. So, as I'm bored allow me to rank it as the single best cover of this song that I have seen and seen many I have. The Original: (Queen: Rock Montreal- 1981) The Remake: (Queen + Paul Rodgers- Retu...

As usual, with every school year that passes into summer, like clockwork I miss what I've left behind. More so this year of course as everyone basically has graduated (myself included). I will be going back to the same school next year for grad school, but that doesn't change the fact that most of the people I love and care about will be gone. Almost everything will be different this time. So, as a tribute of sorts and out of a desire which tags along with me between sleep and waking, to some how go back and do it over again, I leave you with this video. Enjoy and FlyFreeForever.

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So this here blog is under what I like to call a bored reconstruction. That is, I got bored and am toying around with it. If something is missing or doesn't work, chances are I have fucked it up something royal. Rest assured that it will be fixed at my latest convenience.

I've kept this blog for the last four years, detailing my thoughts and wonders, challenges and struggles, triumphs and victories, and all that other bull shit in between. Four college years. I wish I could go back and absorb all that I wrote at once, to stand back and admire, wonder, and question. But, as anyone who reads this for any length will find: There always seems to be more. I can't believe that I wrote all of it, not contentwise, but lengthwise. In November of 2005 I wanted this to be a history of my college career, and it has been so far. But I'm not finished. I'll be beginning my MEd in the fall and will through the spring of 2011. So, I guess the endeavor will continue. Thankfully too! It's been only a week since I've been home and already I'm getting claustrophobic. 14 more weeks or so. This year I'm not counting though. Summer will not be an interregnum between two good things that I have to indure. I'll try to find someth...

It's a wonder we ever get anything done right in a nation which values tenure over innovation. We, by and large, see something that is new and scrutinize it against the old. This is fine and well, but we forget that occasionally what was old was wrong and what was new is right. When people publish scholarly work they cite others' past work. As such we justify new ideas with old ones. I repeat, it's amazing that we progress at all!