Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Thought Map

i guess i've been working this thought map up for awhile but waking up this morning it all came together at once like an electric circuit linking together.

[why do i reference an electric circuit instead of a light bulb and switch like everyone else? whatev.]

so. my point.

many nonbelievers tend to hold the notion that God can not exist because nothing exists that are absolutely intangible to us. we could argue the wind, or atoms, but they say that you can feel the wind. and scientists have proven atoms. yeah, well scientists have "proven" the big bang theory but we still don't know where those molecules that caused it came from...
they also discredit the Bible based on its extensive use of miracles to prove God's existence. they say that if God existed...or if he still existed, there would be miracles today. its so easy to see miracles in today's world, we just call them coincidence or irony.

i guess it comes down to this.

C.D. Broad, a philosopher in the early part of the 20th century, wrote an essay in 1939 called "Arguments for the Existence of God." In his essay, Broad recognizes that the people we stand in awe of, arguing about the nonexistence of God, are the people who have never seen God's power. This is like listening to someone who grew up in the city, who has never seen a cow, say that cows do not exist. AND BELIEVING HIM. Broad relates it to music very well.
"If a man who had no ear for music were to give himself airs on that account, and were to talk de haut en bas about those who can appreciate music and think it highly important, we should regard him, not as an advanced thinker, but as a self-satisfied Philistine."
How can you immediately discredit someone who has countless religious experiences while citing someone who has never felt the presence of God in his life? He also tells us that just because someone has had many experiences with God does not mean that man isn't crazy. There are some cuckoos out there that claim God told them to do pretty rash things. Like blow up a building. But then again...we have the story of Abraham. Separating fact from fiction is NOT an easy task. But Broad argues that we can think of this information in one of three ways.

We can accept what we hear about God like we accept what trained biologists tell us. Sure, they can tell us about atoms and electrons and photons and dark matter. But we can't see that. We can't prove that with our own eyes. They can't even see it. They can "prove" it based on equations and experiments, but when it all boils down, it's still just a theory. Yet we still learn about it in school.

Or, we can think of the information about God the way we think about drug users' hallucinations. They all seem to have similar hallucinations so they may be real, just a perception of things we, as sober individuals, haven't the open mind to see, right? Well the difference is that there is no physical evidence to suggest that spiders and rats are crawling all over someone.

The third way, is an imaginary scenario. I related this to the story in "The Giver" by Lois Lowry, if you've ever read that. Great book. Anyway, imagine a race of sightless beings. Not one member of this race has the ability of sight. Now imagine that suddenly, select individuals gain the ability to see. Kinda like the new movie, Blindness, but backwards. These new superior beings can tell the average being about things they might feel. They can describe to them the shape and height, the location or direction, and the average being will be able to believe them. Eventually, they will run into the object the Sight-Being described and will be able to take his words for fact. How then, will the Sight-Being be able to describe COLOR to the Blind-Being? It is impossible. No matter what words they attempt to use, the Sight-Beings will never be able to describe color, an intangible property, to beings who have never experienced such a thing. Until the Blind-Beings also gain sight, they will have to take the Sight-Beings descriptions of hue and saturation and tone and darkness as opposed to lightness as fact based on FAITH.

I could continue into countless realizations that hold as much concrete evidence for the existence of God but I don't want to bore you. I'll save those for another discussion. Besides, I've already explained that this blog is mainly meant to get the things in my head out. This is just a thought map. Is that already a thing? I hope I made it up.

P.S. I guess there's this new movie coming out, "Religulous," that sounds like its going to anger me to no end. I'll still probably see it...probably not in theatres...I just don't like seeing things that think they are so quick-witted to easily discredit things like religion when I can't immediately point out to them the fallacies in their arguments that their interviewees so conveniently couldn't answer. Ugh.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

ex

rays of sun on a golden hill

Saturday, October 4, 2008

The Doors of Perception

im watching the doors. i dont know how i dont have this movie memorized yet.
i looked up some poetry of jim morrison. because quite frankly...i dont know much of it other than his lyrics and those he dubbed over for An American Prayer.

listen to this:

Now is blessed
The rest
Remembered.

i stumbled across this on accident, i was searching for another one in particular that i knew was short so i just looked for short ones. but i found that

live in the moment.
because this moment is the ONLY this moment there will ever be.
the rest of the moments passed are only in existence in memory. so make the most of them for the sake of their existence and make the most of them for the sake of your FUTURE memories of your PAST, or currently, your NOW.


at least thats what i got.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

to end the current haiku binge

ill end on a happy note.



zombie zombie dead
zombie zombie zombies rock
zombie zombie no!

WHAT!!

i accidentally threw up the visualizer on itunes.
THEY. CHANGED IT.
its outta my mind.

its seriously ridiculous...


lemme show you a screenshot...



thats real

Circles

98% of the time, ive determined, i draw my circles clockwise.

i wonder why?
water spins clockwise...in our hemisphere.

you know what? dvds spin clockwise.
CLOCKS spin clockwise.

do you suppose in the southern hemisphere dvds spin counterclockwise?
and if they do...would the movies made down under play backwards in a northern made dvd player?

more importantly...

do people who live south of the equator draw their circles counterclockwise?

Monday, September 29, 2008

I can fix that



seems your stuffing's out
those cuts must be pretty deep
but I can fix them

anger



i wish you knew that
you cant convey your feelings
'til you stop screaming

icarus



the way out is up
the sea is unforgiving
please don't fly too high

life



death comes so quickly
summer breeze and dancing seeds
a breath of new life

open water



i swore i'd be home
but the storm caught us off guard
the sea is calm now...

loneliness



oh, you sit so high
away from all those you love
the vulture awaits...

upside down lady



upside down lady,
your umbrella is filling
why don't you come down?

early monday morning

the sun peeks over
as the horizon sleeps fast
stirring up the dew

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Jokerit

we leave today.
off to helsinki, finland.

to play Jokerit Helsinki, one of the best teams in SM-Liiga. Then the pens will stroll over to Sweden to blow through two games with the senators. whatev. the senators are old news.

Jokerit will be awesome.

Fans in Helsinki ate up the tickets in less than half an hour. THEY. WANT. HOCKEY.

i cant wait. new season. more experience. and a lineup that now includes a Fed, Satan, and the Cookie Monster.

oh yeah. i am ready.

5:25

i could have sworn. i decided to write this blog and it was only 5. but here i am, close to 5:30, not tired, bored. bored. bored. bored. boreed. bored. boredl. bore.d

what do i do.

what does one do at 5:26 in the morning?

blog, apparently.
and watch The Exorcist II. its been a good night for horror. earlier, i watched the devils rejects. before that part of halloween. before that it was nightmare on elm street.

the other night we watched the serpent and the rainbow.
WATCH. THAT. FILM.
wes craven is amazing. and so are zombies. real life ones in Haiti. thats the real deal. spooky spooky.
not even lying.

5:27.
i mean 5:28.
the structure of this very blog in my mind included no more than three lines.
i should have counted because i know i am well beyond that now.
my blog is long. not this entry, the whole thing in general, right?

i should really shorten the number of posts on the front page. fortunately for the glory of each post...unfortunately for the viewer...i am lazy.
even when theres nothing to do at 5:29am on a saturday morning, i still can't find the time to do something like that.

wow wow wubzy.
watched that the other night. there must have been something in the air. we were CRACKING.UP. it was ridiculous. shocking, really.

5:30. 5:33 according to that clock over there...5:31 now. still 5:33 over there.

time is irrelevant. i feel like...i feel like time is imaginary. made by men as a way to control other men.
5:32.
time can only be measured by instruments created by man, programmed to measure what we want it to.
if i wanted, i could make a clock that took an accepted hour to measure one second.
5:33.
but i suppose i could do that for anything. pounds, money, height, volume.
it's all subjective if you think about it.
5:34.
these minutes are absolutely flying! i promise you 100% i am not stopping typing and im not erasing, save typos. how can i only get one or two sentences in a minute??
this is not promising for time. or is it not promising for me?

its an interesting predicament.
5:35.
i hate this commercial. the new freecreditreport.com thing...with the weird rap-ish song where he has this crazy ridiculous tone in his voice. its so obnoxious.

idk whatev. i guess ill find somethin else to do.

5:36.
still not tired.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Amendment: Punk Binge

after i saw the pic of sid on that last post, i realized that his pants lacked depth.
now, no one can play bass with flat legs, so i needed to change that.
ha.

punk binge part deuce

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Punk Binge

The KKK took my baby away


Don't give me no lip, child



whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Monday, September 22, 2008

Life on Mars (and more importantly, dinosaurs)

went to life on mars again.
saw more of it, but still not all of it.
they gave us these crazy "idea logs"

i drew this.


thats an idea i guess.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

serenity and innocence come to mind

I noticed it on a long stretch of sidewalk.
(I do most of my good thinking in transit)
the record player in my head played a familiar song
maybe too familiar...
the record skipped too often,
the needle had worn the groove far too deep
i filled in the gaps with my own notes
sometimes melodic, more often dissonant.
dissonance always made me feel better
the plastic spider ring lay on the concrete
moving towards me in perfect stride.
though it might have been my feet taking steps.
it didn't feel like it.
its not every day you find treasure.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

It's the Trees That Make the Horizon

and it's the contrast that makes it worth looking at.

like polaroids.

or sunsets.
or is that because of the colors?

i'm not there.

i have tried, i really have...

often, when people find out i follow soccer they say "oh, who do you like?"
i reply..."MAN U!"
they go like this: -_-
which is natural, i guess...EVERYBODY likes united.
theyre the most successful team in football history...theyre the yankees of soccer. or the canadiens(more recently the red wings).
why don't i like Chelsea? or Liverpool? or Arsenal? why's it have to be in premier league? why don't i like AC Milan or Barcelona?
ive really tried. i don't like being in the majority. being part of the crowd that is so graciously full of so-so fans. people who like a team because of the majesty of the name.
i'm an ocean away from any of these teams. so theoretically, i could choose any team in any league and follow them.
as soon as i see that liverpool shirt on the kid walking by me though...my lip curls as if i just saw a philadelphia flyers jersey.
i just can not like chelsea or arsenal, though ive tried. ive tried to derail my fanship from the most popular sports team in the world.

ive come close, though Tottenham is ruining my life now and better get their butts in gear...they shelled out that cash for Pavyulchenko and he better start producing.

but ManUtd is still my number one.

to the delight of the Jonczaks, of course.


something about them, i guess...

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

A Tragedy, Really

Yesterday, keyboardist Richard Wright, of Pink Floyd, died of cancer at 65.

Said David Gilmour:

“No one can replace Richard Wright. He was my musical partner and my friend. In the welter of arguments about who or what was Pink Floyd, Rick's enormous input was frequently forgotten. He was gentle, unassuming and private but his soulful voice and playing were vital, magical components of our most recognized Pink Floyd sound.” He later adds, “Like Rick, I don't find it easy to express my feelings in words, but I loved him and will miss him enormously.”


This is a huge deal in music...

he was never at the forefront of the band, but some of the songs he wrote for Floyd include Great Gig in the Sky and Us and Them. the man was a genius.

don't stop here, keep reading.

i've been reluctant to post anything new because i feel like once i do, the old ones pass by unnoticed and forever forgotten.

but the problem is, ive just been getting used to unloading the contents of my mind into virtual space...you know...so my brain doesn't get clogged up or anything.
trying not to post has just clogged my brain with things so i decided to stop.

just promise you won't forget the stuff i wrote before :(
i speak mainly to me.


________________________________________


so here we are.
i thought of typing my favorite part of this entry out...but i realized it steals away the aesthetic value of the night i created it.

this is why i enjoyed the journal so much, i think.
it wasn't just writing out what was in my brain on any given night. it was more. it was showing EXACTLY how i felt. whether or not anyone else can manage to work out everything each entry says, i'll never know. but i can. and thats why i do it. thats why i do this. whatev.



never forget.

Monday, September 15, 2008

[untitled]

walking along a cobblestone path
in the outreach of my mind
I stumbled across a calm and shallow brook
which one could only discern carried memories.
And fish. probably a few of those as well.
I followed it to a willow tree
that I assessed to be as old as me
so I sat beneath it for shade.
there, the ghost of my life as it were
appeared amidst the branches
staring in awe of my life as it is.
it was dark but the moon shone brightly
and in the pale light i may have shaken my head in disgust
more than likely, it was only my imagination.
what did he know anyway?
So I excused myself.
and thanked him for his company.

Irony: The True Story

sometimes i feel like when i post two blogs near the same time, the first one gets kinda ignored. brushed away. like no one pays attention to it...

so im gonna write first, the one i dont wanna dwell on.

irony.

so how bout this:
i have a class.
Japanese Culture Through Cinema. great class. terrible teacher. its all irrelevant, anyway.
Our teacher kinda worked under this other teacher, Keiko McDonald. i mean, come on, she freakin wrote our textbook. (which seems to be the case a lot at Pitt. pitt professors writing our textbooks)... she's a big deal.
this week, we watched a movie, Madadayo. good movie. slow plot, but good nonetheless.

it dealt mainly with the themes of the student/teacher relationship and the acceptance of fate and ultimately death.
we read a whole chapter Keiko wrote on this film and its themes.

we also found out that Keiko died yesterday.



weird? yes. ironic? more so. i literally read the words she wrote on accepting death as a natural part of life HOURS after she had passed away.


and now, finishing this, im forced to look up at the piece which i suppose i call "Life" from my 4x4 project, pinned on my bulletin board. more irony, i think.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

We Are the Mods


we are the mods, we are the mods, we are, we are, we are the mods.
we are the mods, we are the mods, we are, we are, we are the mods.
we are the mods, we are the mods, we are, we are, we are the mods.
we are the mods, we are the mods, we are, we are, we are the mods.


A Philosopher's Mind? and more.

another journal entry.





and i guess another one.




i like those ones

Friday, September 12, 2008

undefined.

im not crazy
im not crazy
im not crazy
im not crazy
im not crazy
im not crazy
im not crazy
im not crazy
crazy
insane
creative
what is crazy but creativity to the greatest extent?
im not creative.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Big Brother Watches Me

google maps is awesome. its mesmerizing. its fantastic.
things to note:
the Cathedral of Learning has a dark, luminous cloud above it, when you look at it from street view.
the numbers at CMU are just as amazing from above as they are from inside them.
our house hadn't been sided yet.
gas prices were once below $3.

how did they take those street pictures?