I don't feel like I have anything to write when I get to the blog page.

Other than at the moment I really, really, passionately, like 80's New Wave.

I was listening to New Order's "True Faith" (I fell in love), and I just realized that it was played during American Psycho.

HA. That movie was so messed up. Yet entertaining. (Say it in the Bateman fake-enthusiastic voice.)

By the way, feed me a stray cat.

I also thought Pete Burns was wildly entertaining back when Dead or Alive was around. (He looked better, too.)


I also admire people who age gracefully (*cough* Pete Burns didn't *cough*)


I think that's like a "HOLY SHIT WTF HAPPENED" moment.

...David Sterry from Real Life looks normally old.


Not too bad.

What surprised me was that Axl Rose doesn't look that old. 46, yeah...he was a cutie back then though. I agree with what someone said online. Now he looks like a "ginger Ali G"...haha.

And on the topic of New Wave, how about David Gorgeous Gahan from Depeche Mode.....



Now that's a concert I would go psycho at. Like, nuts. Insane. Even more so than for the

METALLICA



concert this Monday. Pretty excited...this'll be my first time hearing their songs live. The tickets were ghastly, but seeing as how they might not play much longer (Lars said it all depended on his drumming's stamina....*tear*). I'm sitting by the runway so I can get me some yummy Kirk goodness.

Well time to start some homework like I was supposed to...then I'll watch me a Denzel movie. Also another yummy...
to think he's just 53.....

Oh, and a list after my own heart: GILFy Pleasures (Grandpa/Granda I'd Like to.....:D :D)
http://www.ew.com/ew/gallery/0,,20202055,00.html

My own insignificance disturbs me

Haha, no I'm not going to go on a tirade of my worthlessness. More of an analysis.....yet again.

I was at the beach, not swimming, but rather trying to be silly and digging a trench in the sand towards my sister who was trying to brainstorm a few feet into shore.

well time was running out for my trench, since we were about to leave. So I discarded the idea of trench and connected my hole to the water.

What was interesting was that the abandoned trench provided the perfect spot for me to put myself in while I dug the trench to the beach. And it amused me in how that was great evidence for that idea of "when things don't work out it isn't always for the worse". Haha.

And when I finished my "lake-capture device" (I'll try to post a pic up), I knew it would be washed away anyway.

But it got me thinking about the Butterfly Effect, and I was wondering: What exactly did my trench hole thing cause? Would it actually change waves or something? And influence something offshore?

Now that I think of it, perhaps the effect wasn't necessarily water-related. As I remember there were people around me, did I inspire a train of thought that would eventually combine to be the force behind an action?

See, I'm a writer, and I keep tabs on my environment a lot, finding inspiration and etc. So I always wonder if something I did or someone else did served as inspiration. Interesting!

And the title of this post has got me, in that yes if considering the big picture we seem insignificant, but like a picture or anything, we are PIXELS, and alone we are insignificant and unimportant, but together....together we MAKE the picture. Amazing.

And that's a fact. I influence the people and environment around me in the most beneficial way possible, and hope that the effect carries on. That's all we can do, since we ourselves can't really "see" the big picture, we just hope.

Sweet.

Freaky

Being the thought-rambler that I am, a few nights ago I was thinking of the whole "We are made in God's image" deal. (This idea also explains gender in heaven, or so at least I think that's what we talked about in religion class).

Anyway, so I was thinking about that, and I was mulling over how we humans are so diverse, so unique, everyone is different. DNA, experiences, everything.

And that God was all of that.

I was like "WHOA MAN".

So out of this world.

Makes sense then, that God's everything. He must have had a looottt of love to split himself up like that. But don't they say "God's infinite love" or something?

Tough love too, some of His pieces self-destruct. Too bad.

And while we're on the subject of people and their uniqueness....

I wish I knew everyone's life history. I'm pretty much a knowledge junkie, and it's not gossip that makes me want to know about people. Because it's their pasts that show me what they are like and what might have influenced them (I'll never for sure, just speculation based on the evidence provided).

That's when I wish I was God, so I could know everything.

But that comes at a sacrifice, doesn't it, knowing everything means you have to bear the weight of the troubles that come from it. Tough, tough.

But yeah.....I would love to know about people. They are so interesting....

Interesting!

So yesterday my mom spilled shrimp broth in the fridge, went ballistic and I had to go help clean it up with Lysol. Unfortunately she demanded the rag be wrung dry almost, and so I proceeded to do so to avoid having her explode again. So I did that. For about 10 times. Probably around 3 wrings a go.

It was all done in good nature. Then I went to church to practice organ (it's a blast), and for some reason I was just tired! Not the lethargy that I usually get around 3, but...my wrists were aching, it was odd for someone who's been playing piano for 15 years.

The way I lay it out now in this post it seems logical to why it ached. But I really had no clue. I thought it was because I had practiced a ton on the piano the night before (it was nice).

Then I thought of the explanation about last night or this morning. (That explained my strange bicep cramp, which I haven't been getting since school ended.)

Weird, how my mind didn't really connect things. But I love connecting, nonetheless.

It got me thinking, of how in the bigger picture it takes us time to digest information, to connect. And stuff that happens now, like break ups or something equally drastic.....the effects, beneficial or not....can only be realized after some time has passed.

I guess it's not possible for us to see the bigger picture until we distance ourselves from the past. I keep thinking we see life as if through a tube, and only when we pass something we can stop and look behind to study it, since we're moving most of the time.

Time.....reminds of those Tramlafordians or whatever they were in Slaughterhouse-Five. HAhahaa.....

First Musing

I thought this up yesterday. (Anything inaccurate, point out. It'll help me learn. )

I was reading "Shadow of the Hegemon" by Orson Scott Card, and the book dealt with a lot ethics, politic-wise. (Surprising for a science-fiction book. Well, surprising to me, anyway....)

It was either that or something that brought to my mind the purpose of humans in society and the community. Actually, the way people are treated. If an individual doesn't contribute to the community (good or bad depends on the community's priority), then it makes sense that the community will not treat that person with "respect", something earned nowadays. It seems as though they are unworthy. Through that thinking, then yes, it seems they aren't.

Then I got to thinking of people who can't help not contributing. Disabled. Immediately I thought of handicapped people (I'm thinking disabled from birth, since if a person was disabled later in life they might've had a chance to prove their uniqueness/contributions/etc etc. Less likely the younger a person is.)

Then a question that occurred to me, while I was in that mindset: Why would we as a community keep that person around? Would they even be considered a person?

Since disabled people are still considered people in the community (I guess leaving the birth canal is enough), then yes those that are disabled are considered people. (Compassion and pity might also color that sentiment.)

As for keeping them around...well, going to a Catholic school for my whole life has its perks, and I know a little about euthanasia. (That's something that is definitely barring a way to get rid of disabled people.)

Being Catholic, I oppose euthanasia since I don't believe I have the right to decide who gets to stay and who gets to leave this reality. (This goes for the death penalty, but that is a bit trickier. Perhaps another post).

The people who oppose euthanasia at the moment, not all of them are Catholic, or Christian. I suppose it's the monstrosity of it (destroying life, even in terms of relief, is a pretty drastic thing.) Perhaps people fear the chaos that can result from making such choices.

People in support of euthanasia say that an individual would like to leave. They might be in pain, and it's our duty to relieve them of that.

In some cases, that pain is chronic and horrible. But what about mentality? (Y'know, suicidal last year and okay this year.) Healing takes time. Ending people's lives robs them of their time and life. They lost their chance to get better. (Not to mention, from an unsympathetic viewpoint, euthansia seems cowardly, and unfair to those who still have to trudge through life's pains but don't get a government-endorsed ticket out.)

And Death Dealers can never know the person well enough to address and appraise the person's condition. People themselves don't even know themselves that well.

See, if we do go ahead with euthanasia, it will probably be on the people who ask for it (For Catholics, it's morally acceptable if the person had expressed beforehand, in writing, the condition/limit for termination of life.) However, for the incoherent, the vegetables...well, quite frankly the line gets blurry. Usually such decisions that influence the person would be up to the family, or whoever was around and was designated care to.

Stretch it even farther out. Would the people be in charge of the government enough to say when is when? Or would the people, who make up the nations, begin to change mentality? Would the outcasts of the national community begin to be seen as "Useless" and "non-contributive", and lose the right to live?

I bet plenty of books have been written of this, both hypothetical and probably fiction to comment on this question.

After thinking this through, I can see now why people would rather not deal with this. They fear the consequences that can result, which are pretty far-reaching. So they'd rather not start down the road. (A few states already have, but I'm talking nationally...and that's tough to get without a common mentality.)

I'm not sure how long the current, still-resisting mentality will last, since I am incapable of estimating what the heck the United States is like. (In "Shadows of the Hegemon", there was some pretty hilarious commentary on America that I found so true. Startling, really, to have it in my face like that.) The diversity is a blessing and a curse.

I just hope we as a nation never get to that stage, where the right to life is viewed so objectively. I hope people who don't believe in religion or fate aren't so arrogant enough to think that they arrived where they are--born--because of their doing (they'd have to be talking of past lives, which is a belief). That's the key question on whether to deal life or death. Do we have the right?

And who says?

That's up to you.

Oh ho

Do you ever, at random times in the day, think up of something pretty cool, clever, some idea or thought process, and maybe even share it with a person present? Then forget about it later, but faintly remember that it was really cool?

I get that too much. And I'd like to put a stop to that. This blog will hopefully solve those problems.

I tried out Xanga, but it's not serious enough for me.

I don't expect readers, just a place to dump my analyses. Useful, for reminiscing.