August 10, 2005 @ 4:32 pm by sean
A Mac mini, or a Powerbook? The main thing I want a powerbook for is for England. But I can take the mini and get a dirt cheap monitor there for while I’m there. I can also work outside with a powerbook, not so with a mini. The mini also saves me 2,637 francs. I could deal without spending $500. Is working outside and even more England convenience and more flexibility worth $500? That’s a lot of money. I’d really like to be able to work outside, and it would make more room in the dorm. Or be able to take my computer with me to a coffee shop I don’t really go to anyway.
OR something completely different that will run adobe as well as mac’s supposedly do. How much better are they really?
Friday is my last day! How do I give a proper corporate farewell? Do I write thank-you letters? Buy a gift for my boss? Sneak out un-noticed? Jump up on the mat table and throw my monitor out the window? It was nice knowing you? Uh, see ya later.?
So far I haven’t been any less casual for casual Friday’s. Do you think it’d be too much to come in wearing my real casual clothes? •old cords, torn up skate shoes, band t-shirt• Or would that not be a good idea since I am considering being employed sometime in the future?
The sun, the clouds, this view. God is so good to me this, the last Wednesday I’ll watch the sun set from this office.
So many of our comments and negative endearments about people and things were once common place phrases about people. Before we had a better understanding of problems people have, people were just known as idiots or crazy or stupid or lame etc. and people who were considered so, were usually considered the lesser of society. That’s why they translate so well to insults. But I’m not sure we realize many of those phrases are still accurate descriptions of people, and with our increased understanding of these things, we have new terms, which are also now used as insults. If I make no sense, perhaps the most obvious example of this is refereing to something or someone as ‘gay’ without anything remotely homosexual about what is being referred to. So obviously refering to something negatively as ‘gay’ means one sees all things, including people, ‘gay’ as deplorable. This is not a new topic, but hopefully I’m going somewhere new. I highly suggest reading Flowers for Algernon if you’ve never. It’s a fantastic story about a mentally retarded man named Charlie who has a surgery which makes him a genius and then other stuff I shouldn’t ruin the story by saying. While he is still retarded, the people he works with refer to mistakes as ‘doing a Charlie’ or something along those lines. Charlie didn’t understand this right away. Calling things or people ‘retarded’ is horribly offense to millions of wonderful and interesting people around the world. Perhaps because a few in my family work with mentally handicapped people I find this remark as quite ignorant, but I think it’s important to be aware of what we’re really saying, and what our rhetoric is really saying. But I’m not saying to only use those that no longer carry negative connotations about real people, just don’t use any at all.
I wish you all the privilege of knowing a man who was named by his parents as Michael Smith. I was afforded the amazing opportunity to live with him exclusively last school year, and had the benifit of observing his kind ways. To say he is kind is a dramatic understatement. It’s amazing to watch how kind he is, and listen to the way he treats people. Very rarely did he insult someone in any way, but even if he did, it wasn’t to offend or to make someone out to be lowly, but to acknowldge a trait in someone that needed to be changed. He never used that typical mocking voice, and he never mocked. He never called out someones short comings for even a joke. And when others did, he might have laughed if it was a joke, but often was silent or -intentionally perhaps- distracted. I bring up Mike because he rarely used any word or phrase that has negative connotations about someone or something. Instead of calling something stupid or gay or lame or dumb, he explained what it is he didn’t like. He never flat out insulted someone, but saw others faults as a point of change to make the world better.
This is the new area I’m going to. Going beyond just not calling people ‘gay’ or something ‘retarded’ and changing one’s attitude towards people and all things. Not just respecting someone by not calling them ‘retarded,’ but also respecting those who are actually retarded. It seems more than ever people say ‘I only make fun of you because I love you.’ What an awful thing to say! Maybe it is meant as non-offensive jesting, but that isn’t how we love people. Do you think after Jesus was resurrected he ever commented to Thomas, ‘We’re going to Jerusalem tomorrow, or do you doubt Jerusalem is real too?’
Maybe I extolled Mike too much, but he definitely was a wonderful example of how to show love to people one loves. If you know him to any extent, that will make understanding those paragraphs a lot easier.
My boss just mentioned the new Webster dictionary has subtantially less words for refering to someone kindly than for refering to someone negatively. She said 30 to 300, though 30 seems a little low. Why are we such mean people?
Here is another example:
I could say, Damien Rice is dumb, his music is so retarded.
One who likes Damien Rice and/or his music might than infer I think they are dumb and retarded as well. And on top of that, really doesn’t say anything intelligent about my opinion.
Or I could say, Having listened Damien Rice’s ‘O’ album, (or is it a 0, or an o? I don’t know. Maybe it’s just a circle.) I can take one song that emotional per CD, but not an entire CD. When I use ’emotional’ here, I don’t mean all kinds of emotions, but the typical use of ’emotional’ as when refering to so called ‘chick flicks’ or romance novels or stereotypically ’emotional’ people. That album is an oversaturation of emotion, resulting in my qestioning of his emotional authenticity. So much of that for 10 or so songs comes off as fake. It’s a common forumla through the whole album: strings, acoustic guitar, strained ’emotional’ vocals, touching lyrics, 6/8 time signatures, big elongated parts contrasted with simple quiet parts. It makes one want to cry. Or hold him in your arms and tell him It’ll be ok. And people like that, which is fine, and he apparently like to play it, which is fine. It is appealing. But I also like integrety and honestry and reality in lyrics and songs. I can’t say he isn’t, I just have a hard time believe he is that emotional about that much. Or he is being too emotional. I personally attempt to avoid emotions and perhaps that is why I loathe this album. This album feels overboard with the same thing, and consequently I get bored with it. The only interesting thing is to listen to how many ways he variates the same theme. The opera-ish thing at the end is the kicker. That sealed the excess deal.
What does it mean to ‘sit on my wall.’?
•Proverbs 9:7 He who corrects a scoffer gets dishonor for himself,
And he who reproves a wicked man gets insults for himself.
8Do not reprove a scoffer, or he will hate you,
Reprove a wise man and he will love you.
9Give instruction to a wise man and he will be still wiser,
Teach a righteous man and he will increase his learning.•
Depending on how we respond to critique and judgement and instruction and correction and reproof can show how wise or righteous we really are, or if we are instead scoffers and wicked.
We, as Christians, put so much emphasis on the not-commting-adultery commandment, a little less on the not-having-any-other-gods and no-making-idols and honoring-parents commandmets and little less so on the not-stealing and not-coveting, do we ever talk about the sabbath commandment? We might have to sacrifice certain actions in our life to follow the adultery commandment, stop worshipping money or people for the only God commandment, stop taking people things or wanting peoples things for the stealing and coveting comandments, do what our parents say for the parent commandent, but the sabbath commandment asks us to consistently take one day of the week and do nothing. Not just go to church. But to spend a day of rest. We complain about our jobs day in and day out, and can’t wait for the weekend or vacation and would love to have our boss say, Ya know, don’t come in today. Take a day for yourself and just rest, do what you want, and we’ll see you when you get back. Our Boss is telling us to take a day off, and we refuse! We are being commanded to do something we all want! but most of us refuse to do it!
I just saw a car and began the thought ‘I’d rather’ and realized that’s coveting. It was a blue Mazda 6 s. Not the greatest, but nice. Considering my car was just on the phone with the guy at the shop who fixed my brakes for a price, the idea of a new car such as that one was tempting.
Staying at Carley’s I take a different route to work. Although still metro-Detroit, it is quite different than my usual commute. Most markably is the curved roads. The nothern and eastern ends of metro-Detroit are finely crafted straight, boring, uninspiring lines. It’s easy, which I suppose was the aim, but very boring. And most roads are lines with houses, strip malls, malls, industrial parks, and is almost uniformly middle to lower class. There are some places more to the north and immeadiately north of Detroit on the east side in the Grosse Pointe areas. The northwestern side though, is a bit more upperclass. My car is usually the worst of those viewable in traffic. And the roads don’t always go straight. They actually curve. And they have these crazy things we don’t have much of on the east, they have trees. Trees that go up to the roads instead of buildings. Strange, I know, but I think I like it.
It’s also a nice commute listening to my recently acquired Dave Matthews Band ‘Before These Crowded Streets’ on the way. One doesn’t simply buy or purchase a Dave CD, especially a CD like this one, it is acquired like one acquires a 1936 Rolls-Royce Phantom III V12, or a 2000 Château Le Pin at $1,665 per bottle. Although DMB is enjoyed by many a drunken, stoned college student, that can’t take away from the quality craftsmanship and unique style this phenominal music. Music like this isn’t merely bought and listened to and forgotten, this album is acquired and played over and over and over and enjoyed every time.
1 month. The summer has gone by quickly, but fortunately this one month with ma copine seems like it’s been at least 2. Hopefully it’s the opposite when I leave. School can go by as slow as ever, so long as it doesn’t seem like I’m away from ma copine for long.