I would review this or something, but that's not really my domain--I'll let Andrew do something appropriate whenever he gets his homework done. (By the way, how's Dante's Paradiso coming, Andrew?)
But, after a second look under the tutelage of my keen ears (and eyes), I think I found something quite interesting. On the site's video documentation of a trip to a Justin Timberlake/Christina Aguilera concert, at the very end of the clip, there is a lady who says, "Turn on Rush Limbaugh." Obviously, this in itself isn't very interesting at all, but I strongly believe that the lady is Ann Coulter, an extremely prominant conservative pundit. If so, this is a breakthrough in the world of politickery--this means that Ann Coulter in fact has bad taste in music! I wonder if the guy who runs this site knows who she is.
You can see a list of images of Ann Coulter here. Anyone think I'm correct on this?
We shopped. We shopped today--the day after Thanksgiving, the day that inaugurates the Christmas shopping season. I usually love Wal-Mart, but seeing its entire parking lot full at 6:00 a.m. made me nautious.
I should note, though, that there is someone whom I would like to welcome into my family: Buzz, my new coffee maker. You see, I accidentally knocked my old coffee maker (who didn't have a name, by the way) onto the floor, creating a lot of smashed glass and broken plastic. I was worried that I wouldn't have a way to supply myself with coffee, but Buzz will fill that position admirably. Also, I can program Buzz to get my coffee ready a half hour before I wake up. It's great!
But the biggest blow of the day came when Nebraska mathematically eliminated themselves from going to a bowl game, breaking a bowl streak of 35 years and a winning season streak of 43 years. It wasn't the streak that bothered me so much, though, but rather the fact that we had to lose to that school of slime, the University of Colorado. I hate the Colorado Buffaloes.
Furthermore, I couldn't yell during the game because I was saving my voice to preach in church on Sunday. Usually, I'm like the 12th man for the team, but today, all I could do was clap as loud and long as my hands would let me. I was hamstrung from donating my voice to the cause of winning.
So, I'm employing the same tactics I had to use when we lost to Texas Tech by the biggest margin in school history: I have to say, "Yes, Jacob, we did lose to the Colorado Buffaloes, giving ourselves a losing season and preventing ourselves from going to a bowl game. But still, life will go on."
I guess I was just more thankful yesterday. Now if you will excuse me, I need to go launder a Husker shirt for Monday.
This time, my bound bane is Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis. I really don't know when I'll read it, but just having it somehow comforts me. Hopefully I'll get it read over Thanksgiving break, but I can't make promises.
Come to think of it, I'm not really sure why I even wanted to get it. I've been kind of wanting to read it since I read The Great Divorce earlier this year, but there never really is any rationality behind my book drive. I suppose this is something of what pregnant women feel: bizarre cravings late into the night (yes, 9:00 is getting late for me). Now if I could only find where I keep my ice cream and pickles...
This is one of the few times I've agreed with Sen. Ted Kennedy: "It is despicable." Although I was a big fan of Goldeneye 007 when that came out (that actually might be an understatement--I played it enough to beat all the levels and get all the cheat codes, and I've never met another person to have done that, although I am indebted to all those on the internet who have, and who have posted tips on doing so), this just seems too morbid. I don't think that I would have felt comfortable shooting people who were actually shot in real life. At what point are violent video games not that bad? At what point do they step over the line? Where does this one fall?
Also, I'm probably going to skip my computer science class today--it's supposed to be something called a "Special Lecture," which the professor described as involving computer science games. No thanks. It's my first class for the day, and I'd prefer to get more work done on that paper.
By the way, I actually got a call a few weeks ago from a friend who happened to be up at 5:30 and knew that I would be up. It was the only contact I've received before 7:00 in the past three years. So, if any of you are up in the next five hours or so, I have my cell phone on. There won't be a special prize or anything, but I'm always in a particularly good mood in the morning, so I guess that's a prize in itself.
Now, I know that most of you out there will say something self-righteous like "Hrumph--I don't watch 7th Heaven. I'm above 7th Heaven!" That's fine--you don't have convince me or anyone else about what you do or don't watch.
Still, for those of you out there who are closet 7th Heaven fans, just think of this as a discreet public service announcement. And by the way, you can get 7th Heaven computer desktop wallpaper and screen savers here.
It is easy to see how this judgment works out in history. For complex historical reasons, France turned on the Huguenots and persecuted them almost out of existence, so the Bible and the Reformation never took hold in France as it did in England. Sometimes the antipathy toward the Bible has arisen from drift, rather than from persecution. In many Wester countries, the public sense of morality was until a few decades ago largely tied to the Ten Commandments. Nowadays very few even know what the Ten Commandments are. The result is not freedom and integrity, but a lilting scorn that flaunts its superiority over something no longer even understood, much less respected--and what shall the end of these things be? So many Bibles, so many Bibles--and so little thoughtful reading of them. The next stage is the Bible as source of prooftexts; the stage after that is the Bible as quaint relic; the next, the Bible as antiquarian magic; the next, implacable ignorance--and all the while, a growing hunger for something wise, something stable, something intelligent, something prophetic, something true. And the hunger is not satisfied.The only answer is the fulfillment of Jesus' prayer in John 17:17.
I don't want to beat the dead horse of the state of American morality (indeed, there are enough dead-horse-beaters of that variety around today), but I found especially insightful the idea of "a growing hunger for something wise, something stable, something intelligent, something prophetic, something true" that comes with a loss of the truth, beauty, mystery, challenge, and wonder of the Scriptures.
When I take my Bible for granted, I am showing contempt to the revealed truth of the God of the universe--it's no wonder life makes less sense. When I go a few days without taking time to (at the very least) read the Bible, my mind does not get a similar reprieve from all the messages this world tries to tell me--it's no wonder the world seems small, pessimistic, and ugly. It is not that I cannot imagine life without God; it is that I all too often live so that I do not have to imagine. More than the number of teenage pregnancies, more than the sort of commercials aired during Monday night football, and more than whether some chiseled rock sits in a courthouse, the thought that those who do not know Christ live every day in that sort of confusion is what should truly concern me.
Which subsidiary motion comes right above the main motion and right below the motion to amend on the order of precedence of motions for Robert's Rules of Order?
The answer does not in any way, shape, or form involve "life transitions, such as birth, death,...the proverbial 'coming of age'....drugs, AIDS, [or] all sorts of serious issues."
Rules for the contest:
Good morning, and good luck!
I suppose, though, that this is the sort of thing that really ticks me off about the state of politics in America. There are actually people who are "absolutely terrified of what Bush will do" (a quote from the article). I am utterly shocked by this reaction. Bush is not Hitler. Clinton was not Stalin. No American president has acted in a way anywhere nearly similar to fascists, communists, or any other similar type of tyrant.
At the same time, Rush does have a tendency to be a bit caustic. He has appealed to me over the years because I have understood his sense of humor, but I can understand it if people do not like him. Since I am in a post-political-fast period of my life, I try not to listen to him too much--I can become quite cynical quite quickly if I spend too much time with Mr. Limbaugh. I about died laughing, though, when I listened to this fake public service announcement Rush aired on his program.
I believe that I am the only Rush Limbaugh fan (and only a tepid fan at most right now), so I would like to know what those of you who naturally lean to a more moderate position feel about this situation.
During those formative years of my life (about 1989-1991), Colorado consistently beat or tied us (see the series record here). When we went to church after a loss, and, as the only Husker fans, we would occasionally have to muster a bit more grace than usual. The first time we beat them, though (52-7 in 1992), my parents would not let me say a word at church. I guess I'm still a little bitter.
That's why I'm only slightly embarassed have this picture on my desktop until Nebraska (hopefully) destroys the Buffaloes on November 26th. (To download an image appropriate for your screen's resolution, click here.)
I need your input: is this a bad grudge to hold? I mean, I love my brothers and sisters in Christ over in Colorado, but I cannot stand the sight of the nauseating black and gold of their football team. Must I let this go?
Today after lunch, local boy Jacob Gerber stopped as he often does to get a soft-serve ice cream cone from University Dining Services. Furthermore, Gerber also said "Oh, hello!" in a come-hither way to his freshly made cone just as he often does. Today, though, the results were different from the usual.
Instead of simply the inaudible acknowledgement of his ice cream cone, Gerber also got an acknowledgement from an innocent bystander who thought Gerber was talking to her.
Gerber tells the story this way: "It was just really awkward. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I was just trying to be friendly to my ice cream cone."
Asked for comment, eyewitness Ben Keele said, "I don't see why Jacob talks to inanimate objects. They can't talk back, at least as far as I can tell. And if, for example, Mr. Sippy does talk to Jacob, why won't he talk to me? I like Mr. Sippy, too." (Mr. Sippy is Gerber's beloved coffee mug.)
By bedtime Sunday evening, junior English major Jacob Gerber was unable to complete the large amount of homework he needed to do for the weekend. In an effort to make sure that he had enough time the next morning to complete the rest of the homework, Gerber set his alarm clock for 3:30 a.m., a time earlier than he had arisen so far this semester. When that early hour came around, though, Gerber got up only long enough to reset his alarm clock back to 4:00 a.m.
Gerber said, "I really wanted to get up that early, but I just couldn't do it. I feel bad about the whole thing, but I still completed everything I needed to get done, so I guess I shouldn't feel too bad."
Asked about how much coffee Gerber consumed in his morning bout of homework, he sheepishly replied: "8 cups," an amount greater than he has consumed in a single morning to this date.
Jacob Gerber is the only humanities major in his entire Computer Science 155 Java programming class. Earlier this week, Jacob found out that he is also one of only four students in his class to have received an 'A' on the most recent exam with a 96%, the second highest grade in the class.
In a press release, Gerber wrote, "I just want to say, 'Wassup now, ya geeks???'"
Asked if he had finished his computer programming assignment due this morning, Jacob got defensive and retorted, "No, I haven't, but give me a break! Do you know how tough it is to ace computer science exams, critically examine Hamlet, and edit a newspaper? I mean, it's tough!"
Well, as we all know, the Huskers were trounced 30-3 by the #2 team in the nation, the Oklahoma Sooners. Of course, I wore my Husker shirt today, carrying on my tradition of wearing a Husker shirt on the Monday after a loss. Still, though, I wasn't too disappointed with our boys in red.
In fact, I was pleased that our blackshirts--although they gave up hundreds of yards and gave Oklahoma a new record for consecutive passes completed--held the Sooners to so few points. Furthermore, we have to remember that we are facing a team feeling jaded because of their disappointing season's end last year, armed with last year's Heisman trophy quarterback. All in all, I think we did well.
In other news, my arbitrarily-picked Green Bay Packers edged a close one out against the Minnesota Vikings with a game-winning field goal in the final seconds of play. I didn't see it, but I read it was a good game, and we won, so I was pleased with our boys in green.
What day is this besides the day Robert left me? Robert has been a close friend of mine for several years now; he has all my notes and underlinings from studying for my last three major parliamentary exams; he has travelled with me around the country to various parliamentarian events; and he has been everything I could ask for in a friend.
The only way I can describe the loss I'm feeling would be to have you imagine losing your favorite pet--sure, you might be able to get another animal, but it won't be the same one. I have other Roberts at home, but this one was special to me because of all the time we spent together, doing things together like drinking coffee and making plans to change the world.
I did about three hours of parliamentary procedure training this past Saturday, and I just realized that I haven't seen him since. I must have left him there, but I don't know if I can get him back. I just hope whoever comes across him will treat him well. Maybe one day we'll get to meet up again, but I have my doubts.
But still, I have to remember the good times. Robert, I remember that we used to preside, and everyone wanted to be you and me. In fact, I still want to be you and me. I wanted you not to go, but you did. Did I do all I could?
"All men seek happiness. This is without exception. Whatever different means they employ, they all tend to this end. The cause of some going to war, and of others avoiding it, is the same desire in both, attended with different views. The will never takes the least step but to this object. This is the motive of every action of every man, even of those who hang themselves."Piper also cites the following passage from C.S. Lewis' The Weight of Glory to clarify the relationship between this psychological principle and Christianity:
"If there lurks in most modern minds the notion that to desire our own good and earnestly hope for the enjoyment of it is a bad thing, I submit that this notion has crept in from Kant and the Stoics and is no part of the Christian faith. Indeed, if we consider the unblushing promises of reward and the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the gospels, it would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling around with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased."