July 29, 2005 @ 1:16 pm by sean
Apparently, no Boeing 757 crashed into the Pentagon on September 11th. This seems to make that quite evident. But if that isn’t what happened, what did crash into it and why won’t they tell us what did?
What was the name of Joe and Dubbs film?
•saw 3 accidents on the way to work today.(A 4th on the way home.)
•followed two drivers with plates that said ‘in-transit repair.’
•lady behind me had a van with a smashed up front end from running into something.
I was pretty certain God was going to kill me in a car accident on my way to work today. Maybe it’ll be on my way home.
None of the accidents looked that bad. One on 696 blocked up traffic for about 2 miles, but it’s 4 lanes each directions, so that was quite a bit. That accident looked worse than the others, but it didn’t look like any carnage.
I saw most of the House of the Flying Daggars last night. The fighting was pretty good, expecially the bamboo part, but the story just seemed to be a girl trying to decide which of two guys she wanted to have sex with.
Then we watched Constantine. Another lame story. I tend not to think much of the reality of angels and demons, but this was an interesting reminder of the power they have when portrayed by Hollywood.
This morning Jillian and I had pancakes and a French lesson. What a splendid morning, even if it did have to be without Alyson.
These are C.S.Lewis’ thoughts:
My training was like that of the Jews, to whom He revealed Himself centuries before there was a whisper of anything better (or worse) beyond the grave than shadowy and featureless Sheol. And I did not dream even of that. There are men, far better man than I, who have made immortality almost the central doctrine of their religion; but for my own part I have never seen how a preoccupation with that subject at the outset could fail to corrupt the whole thing. I had been brought up to believe that goodness was goodness only if it were disinterested, and that any hope of reward or fear of punishment contaminated the will. If I was wrong in this (the question is really much more complicated than I then perceived) my error was most tenderly allowed for. I was afraid that threats or promises were made. The commands were inexorable, but they were backed by no “sanction.” God was to be obeyed simply because he was God. Long since, through the gods of Asgard, and later through the notion of the Absolute, He had taught me how a thing can be revered not for what it can do to us but for what it is in itself. That is why, though it was a terror, it was no surprise to learn that God is to be obeyed because of what He is in Himself. If you ask why we should obey God, in the last resort the answer is, “I am.” To know God is to know that our obedience is due to Him. In is nature His sovereignty de jure is revealed.
…I think it is well, even now, sometimes to say to ourselves, “God is such that if (per impossible) his power could vanish and His other attributes remain, so that the supreme right were forever robbed of the supreme might, we should still owe Him precisely the same kind and degree of allegiance as we now do.” On the other hand, while it is true to say that God’s own nature is the real sanction of His commands, yet to understand this must, in the end, lead us to the conclusion that union with that Nature is bliss, and separation from it horror. Thus Heaven and Hell come in.
These are S.C.Coté’s thoughts:
It is quite likely I do most of my obedience on terms of my heavenly benifit, rather than with the intent that God is God and that is why I should obey Him. Even if Heaven and Hell were to pass away, God would still remain, and God should still be obeyed. It’s almost like I’m trying to get into heaven by my good works. Well, not almost. I am.
These are more of C.S.Lewis’ thoughts:
If Theism had done nothing else for me, I should still be thankful that it cured me of the time-wasting and foollish practice of keeping a diary. (Even for autobiographical purposes a diary is nothing like so useful as I had hoped. Yo uput down each day what you think important; but of course you cannot each day see what will prove to have been important in the long run.
These are more of S.C.Coté’s thoughts:
I’ve almost nearly stopped writing in my ‘memoirs.’ Not that things don’t seem worth remembering, but it I’m mostly sure that the only reason I write in there are the pretentious hopes I have of someone finding it when I pass and discovering my as of yet undiscovered ‘genius.’ And so I write all kinds of obvious observations and attempts at witty thoughts about the world. I’ve gone back once, maybe twice, and read through it, and it is hardly interesting. Most things now don’t matter or are wrong. I write in this thing knowing a lot of it won’t matter in a weekend, and I know that I have partial motivations of securing memories in case of Alzheimer’s. Just playin’ it safe. Other motivations include hopes that I can maintain the thoughts in the minds of the readers that they will continue to find me interesting to read about. And writing stuff down helps one remember better, so hopefully this is helping to further cement these things in my memory. I had temporarily stopped carrying around a piece of paper in my pocket to jot things down. That may end up being the extent of my ‘diary.’ I don’t use it as a form of documentation, but more of a reference for things I’d like to consider, because at the time of jotting, the time is otherwise obligated.
Photographs work much better as a diary I think. But even still, I’ve found camera’s to be obtrusive to the moments I’d like to photograph. At Katie’s 21st birthday party Keith •who is a really cool kid. I’ve seen him only twice, but he seems like a genuinely good, funny person.• was playing his guitar and singing his songs, and we were all gathered around on the wood patio about 10 pm. It was a cheery celebration and others were elsewhere talking and playing cards. It was quite dark, and the leaves from the vines that climbed up and over the patio roof made a great ceiling, and the strings of lights hanging around were dim, but optimal for the mood. I was sitting close to Alyson on a bench because it was warm, but not to hot to be close. Good friends gathered listening to good music played by one of us on a great night at a great location. I thought, ‘I’d like a picture of this, ’cause it’s just so grand.’ And then I thought, ‘No. This is about us gathered as friends listening to music and enjoying our company. Keith is playing and singing, if I get out my camera and start fidgeting around with shutter speeds and aperture settings and producing that ‘camera’ sound when I press the shutter release, it would subract, rather than add to the mood and the moment. People give me attention instead of Keith. Not that we didn’t talk at all while he was playing, but he was the focus. He was a main contributor to the events. I’d have to let go of Alyson for a moment. For the 10-15 seconds it’d require to take the photograph, that would be 10-15 seconds of taking away from what was happening.’ I see too many people with camera’s worry about taking a good photograph at the right time and forget about the moment they are so enjoying. Until cameras can be hidden in the lens of the eye and used inconspicuously, it seems one will always have difficulty enjoying a moment, and simultaneously documenting that moment with a camera. A camera almost always subtracts, unless the camera is the moment; like, ‘stand in front of that waterfall and let me take your picture.’ By putting a camera up to one’s eye to document a moment, one is sufficiently removing themselves from the moment, becoming a viewer rather than a participant.
Many people in my genre of life are camera users. Being a ‘photographer’ is the cool thing to be. I’d rather not be grouped in that. Not that I’d prefer to be grouped with those like Sarah, who go to school for it, and could make a profession out of it, but rather like your mom who loves you and and wants to document everything you do because you just look so cute when you’re sitting there like that with your little friends. Although I don’t just want a physical manifestation of a memory, I also want it to have certain qualities that also make the physical manifestation to look appealing, not just the moment it holds, I want no part in this pretentiously artsy kind of photography done by a wealth of ignorant camera users. Funny how in the late 19th century and early 20th century photographers weren’t considered artists, nor photography art. Now it’s become everyman’s ‘art’ and making anyone with a camera an ‘artist.’ I am not a photographing artist. My photographs are not art. They’re memories on paper, just as stuff on here is memories saved in a digital language, typed by me to be converted to be viewed on a screen.
Perhaps it isn’t necessary to make such a discression. I know a lot of people who will say that. But I think a lot of those people are bastardizing what some people are honestly doing as art, by picking up a digital imager, pushing a button, getting something that happens to be aesthetically pretty, and proclaiming themselves artists. I don’t like that. Some people agree, some people don’t. Some people consider art to have definite guidelines, others don’t. I’m one of the definite guidelines people with a weak arguement. Some people that consider art more gray have a much better arguement. To each his own. I don’t think every person who picks up a camera these days considers themselves an artist, and they have every right to be proud when they record something they find they’ve recorded it in a way that they view as beautiful.
Perhaps this is all misguided thought. Correct me if you feel it necessary.
If a photograph (I specify photograph because it is a real a visual replication of actuality as possible) is taken as honestly as possible to truthfully represent what’s being taken, can the photograph beautiful with the reality being not so?
After getting to the word ‘truthfully’ and stopping to do a job, I decided this was a futile question to ask, but decided to finish typing it out anyway. It’s more than just what one sees that makes something beautiful. It’s the mood of the moment and the knowledge one has and the experience one has and the beliefs one has and the philosphies one has and the appreciation one has.
To answer yesterday’s question, yes.
“3 a : business patronage b : usually habitual patrons : CUSTOMERS”