The Karl Show
Apologies for being tardy over the past week or so. School has been hectic, and the computer has been on the fritz as well. I'll think of something to write about eventually, though.
My months-long struggle with the bureaucracy at Stan State is finally over. I called this morning to check on the status of my complaint:
"Do you want the good news or the bad news?" said the counselor
"Bad news first, please." I said, swallowing hard.
"The bad news is, you're talking to me on the phone right now." he said.
"The good news is," he continued, "is that your refund has been granted, and all holds on your account have been removed."
ha ha! Those crazy counselors and their sense of humor.
Anyway, I'm tremendously relieved. I can turn my thoughts towards Summer and Fall semesters now, and eventually towards the rest of my educational career. I feel liberated, and it feels great.
WHILE YOU'RE WAITING...
...in honor of His Holiness' Benedict XVI's election to the See of Peter, I present you with an astonishing collection of Photoshopped Romance Novel covers
. (safe for kids and work).
For teaching and edification only, of course.
I don't see what the big deal is. The guy has been Pope for the past couple years anyway
Hooray for the Inquisition.
I need to mull over Brad and Kevin's contributions to my discussion about Young Faith below. I also need to get some homework done.
In the meantime, check out my new "sloganizer" above. Its like marketing, but for people! I feel degraded already!
Also, I've taken a Unitarian Universalist Jihad name.You can get one too.
My name, you ask?
"Brother Neutron Bomb of Enlightened Compassion."
YOUNG PEOPLE AND FAITHBrad
posted a link to this article by Keith Drury
. I have a lengthy response, but I decided that it would be nicer to post it here on my own blog instead of polluting Brad's blog with it. I mean, I do have my own blog, after all. No sense in hemorrhaging my thoughts all over Brad's space.
Keith offers several reasons why young people stray from the faith:
Realizing that you aren't perfect
Failure of youthful idealism
feeling emotionally “dry”
experiencing goodness in other faiths
learning that a few “non-core” doctrines might not be true
growing up and needing an “adult god”
living outside the community of faith
I can see how all of those are reasons why young people might fall away from the faith. They certainly describe me at various points throughout my life.
Keith doesn't, however, list another important reason:
Weighing all the available evidence and coming to the conclusion that the “core” of Christianity is not true. Or, more commonly, finding not enough evidence to weigh one way or the other.
In my experience, defenders of the faith would probably say that No. 8 is a result of No. 1-7 -- that is -- nobody leaves Christianity because they find that they have honest and logical disagreements with the tenets of Christianity, but because of some wounding event in their past, discovering pluralism, leaving the church, un-repented sin in their lives, etc.
I've come to expect nothing less. After all, how could anyone possibly have honest disagreements with Christianity? The poor dears must be mistaken or confused, or, there must be ulterior motives afoot!
I think I just pulled my first "all-nighter" and my first "all-morning-er" back to back.
I'd celebrate if I wasn't brain-dead from mental exhaustion.
ITS THE END OF THE WORLD!!!The Apocolypse of John, Anime Style
Why do I find it so amusing? Maybe its because the AoJ becomes so obviously absurd when you take it "literally".
YOU CAN'T JUDGE A HERO BY HIS SIZE...
Remember "Teeny Weeny Little Superguy" from Seasme Street? The guy who lives in a plastic up? (Or on a plastic cup, I guess?)
Here's a more "modern" take on it:sweatshop union
I like it. Good music too, if you like Indy Rap, I suppose.
Not bad for a bunch of Canadians.
THE EVER-HUNGRY BEAST
I find myself getting angry at my dad often -- mostly because he's fairly slothful and quite obese. It may be that I find him so distasteful because I see so much of myself in him. People often mistake us for one another over the phone, and it wont be long before my hairline and waistline make us indistinguishable in person as well.
Tonight I was miffed that he decided to stay up so late. Usually he's in bed by midnight which means that I get free reign of the house until daybreak. I'm a night owl, so this arrangement works nicely.
But tonight he was up all night. Up watching horror movies on TV, eating, eating and eating some more. My God,
can that man eat!
I don't know how to explain this, really -- but Dad and I have a strange dynamic. It's difficult for me to be in the same room with him, especially when we're alone -- especially in the middle of the night. I'm miffed because he occupies the living room all night, so I can't go in there. I just can't.
Why? Oh, I dunno.
Somewhere, deep down, I think I'm still afraid of my father. He frightens me in a visceral, chemical
way that only the deepest most primitive part of your brain-stem can understand. Maybe I frighten him too -- perhaps I'm a reminder of his failure, an ever-present reminder of his mistakes. We frighten each other, I think -- as if a monster could look itself in the mirror and be horrified of it's own reflection.
As I sit here, thinking these thoughts, I suddenly become ashamed of myself. I realize that one day -- one day soon, perhaps -- he won't be around to frighten me anymore. Does it sound strange of me to mourn his passing before he passes?
I really do love the old man, in a strange sort of way. Perhaps the monster would eventually grow to care about his reflection upon seeing it every day for his whole life, or perhaps he would even come to admire it's hideous lines and contours. What if his reflection were to dissapear one day? Would he be sad? Would he bid it to return? I think so.
A solemn chill runs up my spine when I consider, upon further thought, that I am the reflection
- and he is the "real" monster. I am the old man's mirror image. What would I be without him? A copy of a phantom of a ghost, that's what. I'll be just an image when he's gone. Just the living Icon of a long lost monster.
Sometimes, at night, I think I can see Death. I hear it prowling around outside our house, looking for something to eat. He sure is hungry, that Death. He never really could keep his appitite under control -- the big slob! He's a growing monster, you know. He eats people every day -- sometimes he eats hundreds or thousands in a single sitting. Sometimes he eats whole nations. He's never sated, of course. How could such an appetite for misery ever be satisfied?
So he sits and waits outside my front door. He waits for my dad to step outside. He'll keep waiting until he eats everything -- until everything is gone.
He'll eat until there's nothing left -- and theres no stopping him.
I can't think of anything to write about. Any ideas?
NON EST AD ASTRA MOLLIS E TERRIS VIAGiovanni Pablo II 1920 - 2005†
Today I saw a Kohl's commercial for the first time.
I also experienced my first April Fool's day without being seriously hoodwinked.
I had my first serious heart-to-heart talk of the year,
and the first sense of true freedom in a long, long time.
First things are always interesting, aren't they?
Oh, before you go -- something for reflection:
If seeing is believing, does that mean that believing is seeing? Can we not believe until we see, or do we not see until we believe? WWTS? (What Would Thomas Say?)