Wednesday, December 1, 2010

New Challenge: Blog-a-Day

Wow! Over a year since my last entry. That sucks! But I'm going to take a shot at the blog-a-day challenge for the month of December. I saw it on Facebook. Brooke White, my favorite singer from American Idol, announced that she was taking the challenge. I thought, Why not? I've got nothing better to do.

Hopefully I can succeed in this challenge. There have been plenty of thoughts running through my mind in the past year. I hope I have enough to fill the month. I should probably write them down or make a list of ideas for journal entries. Fingers crossed!

Monday, November 23, 2009

My Grown-Up Christmas List

I feel kind of cheap posting this list. I've only had one other e-journal entry since my last wish list. I don't want to sound greedy, like getting stuff is all I care about. It's just not true. This year I want to do something different. Instead of giving gifts out to people, I give money to charity. The money that I would normally spend on gifts for family & friends will go to the Salvation Army, to people who really need it.

And I would like to encourage other people to do the same. Christmas has become too commercial. It's all about buying stuff and special savings and discounts. Christ has been taken out of Christmas. People wish Happy Holidays. They're afraid to wish others a Merry Christmas because they're afraid they might offend someone who doesn't celebrate Christmas.

So if someone is reading this to look for ideas for gifts to give me, please reconsider and give that money to charity. I love getting stuff as much as the next person. But there isn't anything I really need that I don't have already. So instead of buying me gifts, give them to people who really need help.

Here comes the hypocritical part of this e-journal entry. I know there are people out there who will still want to buy me a gift or two. I can't fault them for that. Some just aren't at that point yet. Hey, I may still give out a few gifts to some people. But these people have no idea what to get for me. Which completely baffles me because if they know me well enough to buy me a gift, they would know what a geek I am. I love geeky stuff (except anime).

So here is the list of stuff that I would like to get if you really need ideas.

The Zombie Survival Guide by Max Brooks
American Lion by Jon Meacham
Fox's Book of Martyrs
concert tickets to the Boston Symphony Orchestra or Boston Pops (absolutely no Christmas concerts!)
Cloverfield on DVD
Dollhouse: Season One on DVD ***
Up on DVD
Wall-E on DVD
The Triplets of Belleville on DVD
Drag Me To Hell on DVD
I Love You, Man on DVD
Liberty! The American Revolution miniseries documentary on DVD
Monty Python Sings by Monty Python CD
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: the Score by Christophe Beck CD
gift certificate to Parker's Maple Barn ***
sweatshirts: size XL (nothing teenager-y unless it's Transformers-related)
Bejeweled 2 computer game
blu-ray player (If you get me this, then change the above movies to blu-ray format)
Staedtler MasterCarve Tool Set ***
Transformers baseball cap ***

*** denotes items that I really, really want.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Heavenly Ponderings

I sometimes wonder what Heaven is like. Not necessarily what it looks like, but what life would be like. The culture. The "day-to-day" goings on. What will we be doing?

I'm no expert on the Bible. I've never read it all the way through. I've only read a small portion of it. Bits and pieces here and there. I know I should be reading it everyday, but I've never been able to do anything on a regular daily basis. Shower, brush my teeth, shave, take my medicine. Nothing except check my e-mail or Facebook status. Whatever.

Regardless of my considerable lack of knowledge about the Bible, I do know enough Scripture references that make me wonder what life will be like in Heaven. Jesus said, "In my Father's house there are many mansions. I go to prepare a place for you." That means that I'll be getting a mansion. My sister will get a mansion. Her husband will get a mansion. My friend Stephen will get a mansion. My mother and father will each get a mansion. Every person whose name is written in the Book of Life will get a mansion.

Does that mean that there will be only one person living in each mansion? Is there no one else? No servants? No staff? No family members? I know there are angels in heaven. Would they be our servants? Or would they have their own mansions?

Angels are created beings. They have a beginning. Everything that exists was created. It has a beginning. The only being that has not been created is God Himself. He is eternal in both directions. He always has been, and always will be.

So has there ever been a time when God was alone? As in the only thing/being in existence? Because if everything else has a beginning, that would imply that God was alone. There had to have been a moment in eternity that God said, "Let there be Heaven," and "Let there be angels." So what happened before that? Before the creation of all things. Not just the physical universe, but the heavenly realm, as well.

Why is there no salvation plan for Satan and his minions? Lucifer was second only to God Himself. Yet he sinned. He thought himself better than God. So God cast him out, along with a third of the angels. So why is there no forgiveness for him? Why can't he repent?

We humans, we also sinned against God. We murdered, we raped, we stole, we blasphemed, we worshipped false gods and idols. And yet, God provided a way for us to get back with Him. To restore our unity and fellowship with Him. A way to wash away our sins so that we would be deemed worthy to be let into His Kingdom.

Angels and humans are created beings. They were given the ability to choose their own paths, make their own decisions. Satan chose to rebel against God. We chose to rebel against God. Satan's doom is set in stone. Ours remains in question. What makes us different? Why is there salvation for us, but none for Satan?

None of that really bothers me. They're just fun questions that come to mind when I'm sitting in church and the sermon is particularly boring. But there's one story in the Bible that makes me uneasy. It makes me question the humanity involved.

It's the story of Ananias and Sapphira. They were a husband & wife who sold their property and kept part of the profits for themselves. They gave the rest of the money to the church but claimed that was all of what they received for the land. When Ananias presented the money and lied about it, Peter called him on it. Suddenly Ananias keeled over and died. Three hours later, Sapphira showed up and also lied about the profits. Peter accused her of treachery and she kicked the bucket.

What the heck? Why was Ananias and Sapphira's sin so great that they deserved to die right them and there? People have been lying about money since the invention of money. Tax collectors skimming off the top. Heck, there was a certain tax collector who became one of the twelve disciples. So why was lying about profits a terminable offense? Why did they die right then and there? Why weren't they given a chance to repent and bring forth the money that they kept?

But that's not what bothers me the most about this story. It's Peter's apparent inhumanity. His words caused the death of a fellow human being. A Christian, nonetheless. A brother in Christ. And then three hours later, he does it again. He causes the death of another, a sister in Christ.

It's as if Peter had no emotions whatsoever. He didn't care about Ananias and Sapphira. Only about the morality of the situation. They did something wrong. Therefore they must die. Ananias died right in front of him. Did he lose his humanity so much that he decided to do it again? Where was Peter's compassion?

Is this really what Jesus would have done? He went ballistic when He drove out all of the sellers and merchants from the temple, but He didn't kill them. Would He really have killed Ananias and Sapphira?

That's one thing that bothers me about some Christians. They get so wrapped up in their own righteousness that they lose touch with their humanity. Their righteousness is there, but their love is gone. They show no compassion when other people are hurting.

I remember when Josué, one of my best friends, passed away several years ago. I went to the church we used to attend to tell some of the people who knew him. When I told Mark, a man who used to run a Bible study we went to and who I used to respect, he simply looked at me and told me how I should think of my own salvation. A friend of mine died, and he took the opportunity to preach to me. No condolences. No "I'm so sorry." No attempts at comfort.

That pissed me off so much. I don't know if he went to Josué's funeral. I used to look up to him. He was very important in teaching me about the Christian life. But since that incident, I lost all respect for him.

I must confess that I am also guilty of this. I remember when I had a brief anti-paranormal crusade. Anti-ghosts. Anti-UFOs. Anti-psychics. I asked a co-worker if she believed in ghosts. She told me that she did and that she knew that her deceased mother was still in her house watching over her. I proceeded to tell her that it wasn't true and that ghosts aren't real and how paranormal activity was all hoaxes and fakery. What I failed to realize is that her mother had died and was trying to hold on to the memory of a person who was very dear to her. Instead of showing compassion for her pain, I became cold and superior in my knowledge of the truth.

Ever since the incident with Mark, I have vowed to never be that cold. To always show compassion when someone is grieving. There are and always will be times that I just don't care. But I will make an effort to offer comfort or at least condolences.

Unless they're crying over the death of a celebrity. Like Michael Jackson. That's when I tell them to get over it.

Monday, December 1, 2008

My Two Front Teeth and Other Such Things

Throughout my childhood to my adolescent years I kept a Wish List all year long. It had two versions, the Christmas Edition and the Birthday Edition. It was the same list. It just changed to my Christmas List on the day after my birthday and vice versa. It became a running joke directed at me over the years. My family still brings it up to embarrass me in front of others.

I haven't kept a Wish List for several years because I have grown the hate Christmas and Birthdays. I won't bore you with the details, but I decided to make a new one this year and post it here on my e-journal. So here it is, the list of stuff I would like to get.

Justin's Wish List

CDs
Raising Sand by Robert Plant & Alison Krauss
Way Back Home by The Wreckers
any album by Katie McMahon
The Purple Tape by Lisa Loeb
Transformers: the Score by Steve Jablonsky
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: the Score by Christophe Beck
Monty Python Sings by Monty Python

DVDs (Widescreen versions only! Used copies are okay! Special Editions are preferred!)
Sydney White
The Dark Knight *Already Received!*
Dark City (Director's Cut)
John Adams
Looney Tunes Golden Collection: Volume 3
The Muppet Show: Season 2
Forgetting Sarah Marshall
Hellboy 2: The Golden Army
Evita
Rory O'Shea Was Here
Stomp Out Loud!
Burn the Floor
Prince Caspian
Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog *only available on Amazon.com
Ghostbusters
James and the Giant Peach
The Nightmare Before Christmas

Books
1776 by David McCullough
Soulless by Christopher Golden
Poison Ink by Christopher Golden
The Zombie Survival Guide by Max Brooks
Runaways: Dead End Kids by Joss Whedon
Watchmen by Alan Moore

Other Stuff
Hiking Boots (size 10 1/2)
slippers (size 10 1/2)
Killer Bunnies and the Journey to Jupiter game
Monty Python Fluxx game
electric razor

I may change or add somethings as Christmas draws closer. So check back for any updates.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Gnawing on the English Language

Spelling has always been my strongest subject in school. When I took my SATs, my spelling grade came to more than 90%, well above all the others. I guess this is because it taps into my visual nature. Writing words out is a visual action. You have to see in order to write, and I remember what I see, generally speaking. When speaking, you don't have to spell the words. Unless there is some confusion as to the form of the word being spoken, such as the difference between "fifty" and "fifteen". In such cases you usually just speak more clearly. If that doesn't work, then you resort to spelling it out.

I never would have won any spelling bees in school. Mainly because they throw words at you that are not used in modern society. The reason I am so good at spelling is because I have seen the words before. A few years ago at the National Spelling Bee the winning word was chiaroscurist. I knew that word before they put it up on the screen because I had seen it before. It refers to a technique in art that uses light and shadows to show depth, commonly used by Leonard da Vinci. I learned about it in Art History.

We had a spelling bee in our sixth grade class. I was doing well until I was caught with one word. The word was pendulum. I knew what a pendulum was. My sister had talked about a story she had read or heard about, The Pit and the Pendulum by Edgar Allen Poe, and how it had creeped her out. But I had never actually seen the word. A couple other kids tried unsuccessfully to spell it. I think I spelled it p-e-n-g-i-l-u-m. Naturally, I was eliminated. I knew every other word after that, but I got stumped by the one word I had never seen.

But the kids who compete in the National Spelling Bee study dilligently, learning languages and word origins to help them determine if a certain word is spelled with an f or a ph. I never would have had the discipline to do that.

I had my shining moment in the first grade. Our teacher gave us a spelling quiz. One of the words that she gave us was nod. I didn't spell it n-o-d, but I still spelled it correctly. I spelled it G-N-A-W-E-D. Gnawed. Me, a little first grader, barely six years old, had spelled that. I didn't even think of n-o-d. But I knew what gnawed was. My teacher was so impressed with me that she had me go next door to the second grade class and show it to that teacher. She was also impressed and gave me a huge lollipop as a reward.

I knew that word because I had seen it before. Caralee, around that time, had an assignment for her class, to memorize a poem and recite it to her classmates and teacher. Most of the other pupils went for plain old nursery rhymes. Mary Had a Little Lamb. Roses are Red. Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. But my sister wanted to do something different, more challenging.

We had a book of childrens' stories, nursery rhymes and fairy tales. She chose a particularly long poem called Over in the Meadow. It consists of ten stanzas, each about a mother animal (a turtle, a fish, an owl, etc.) telling her children to do what they do, and the children would gladly obey. Each mother would have one more offspring than the previous one, so the last mother ended up having ten children.

Well, Caralee, in her attempt to impress the teacher and the class, recited that poem to us constantly so she could memorize it. One of the stanzas spoke about a mother rat and her four little rats.
Over in the meadow by the old barn door
Lived an old mother rat and her little ratties four
Gnaw said the mother We gnaw said the four
So they gnawed all day by the old barn door
So I had seen that word before due to Caralee's constant drilling. She likes to take the credit whenever I tell the story of my first grade spelling quiz. She says that if she hadn't memorized the poem, I never would have made that creative spelling.

But she didn't take the quiz. I did. It was my lollipop, and I didn't share it with anyone!


Monday, November 17, 2008

A Letter from Paul


I found this while searching for the"gnawed" spelling quiz. I have never seen it before. I found it quite touching. I actually got a little choked up. Thank you, Paul.

With much love,
Your nephew Justin

Friday, October 31, 2008