Tuesday, November 29, 2005

We Lost Our Minds!--- An Inside Look

I had no idea I HAD that awful comment moderation turned on! Being a pessimist, I thought I'd grown excessively dull and no one had anything to say about anything...

So. It is OFF ONCE AND FOR ALL!! And we are saved!

Id est, until I find something else to break, and then we'll all be miserable again.

Blech.

My sister is sitting in the other room on the other computer, reading her blog over and over again. We always knew she was insane. ("I just love the music," she says? HA! We schizos know better than that!)

Here is a Latin jewel, written by some poet (not Ovid). It sounds great in Latin, awful in English, proving my opinion that one cannot accurately translate poetry into an alien tongue:

AMICUS CERTUS IN RE INCERTA CERNITUR

This can be translated as "A faithful friend in uncertain times remains true." Its identity as a poem disappears, as does much of its value as a beautiful piece of writing...

Sunday, November 27, 2005

My last post was the Eleventy First!

"I put my heart and soul into that house!"

"You should've used Lumber."

I got stuck home from Enid Outreach because I developed a massive case of hives right before it was time to go. After a shower and a quick inventory, I positively identified these swollen body parts:

Eye (just one, of course)
Top lip
Bottom Lip
Cheek
Right shoulder.

Complete with red spots Everywhere.

Two eggs
about seven cups of flour
1.5 cups milk
2 packets yeast (4.5 tsp)
half a cup of sugar
2 tsp salt
.5 cups warm water
.5 cups shortening

Cinnamon rolls!

Mr. Carroll and I discussed Nickel Creek today. I agreed with him, so he didn't learn a thing (as he had hoped).

From this discussion, I've developed a word of wisdom for all aspiring songwriters:

Don't be clever. Be clear. Only say something if you have something to say.

And that's it!

Well met, Well met, said an old true love;
Well met, Well met, said he.
I've just returned from the salt, salt sea,
And it's all for the love of thee.

To me, the House Carpenter has always meant this:

The House Carpenter himself, a man with no role in the song whatsoever, represents God (or he could).

His wife, the unfaithful, represents the church. She goes into hell with her old true love, who represents evil.

Which is why the song is theologically unsound. If the House Carpenter truly represented God, the woman wouldn't have left him.

In the story, of course, she leaves her darlin little babe with the House Carpenter, and weeps for it as she dies, but it's too late. Of course, it's implied that the baby is fine. But still.

It has this moral: When you commit spiritual adultery, you DIE. That's a great moral, really.

Now that I retell the story, it sounds like Anna Karenina.

They had not been on the ship three weeks,
I'm sure it was not four.
When there came a leak in the bottom of the ship,
and sank it for to rise no more.

Saturday, November 26, 2005

A Thanksgiving meditation

(Hallelu+Yah= Praise+God)

Did you ever think of how praising God and thanking Him are really the same thing? In one instance, we're looking to God and singing of how wonderful He is. In the other, we're telling Him WHY. We use both simultaneously, all the time.

Here's a fine example.

Psalm 147:

Hallelujah! (if David were a rhetorician, this would be his thesis.)
How good it is to sing praises to our God,
how pleasant and fitting to praise him! (Here's his argument.... it is good, pleasant, and--especiallly-- FITTING to praise Him.)

(but WHY?)
The LORD builds up Jerusalem;
he gathers the exiles of Israel.

Here's something amazing about God: His children never live out in the cold, away from other Christians and church support, because He gathers them in, builds them up. By way of personal testimony: My family has always been provided with a church. That's a cause for thanksgiving.

He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds. (theme emerges: God cares for His people, particularly, needy people)

God heals the brokenhearted. This hits home particularly well this year. My great-great-uncle Willard died on Tuesday at the age of 103, the Gamgee's grandfather died on Monday night. On Wednesday we went to the Oklahoma City Murrah Bombing Memorial, and looked at all the wreaths and pictures hung up along that fence. Some survivors of all these various tragedies can testify to this fact--God heals their broken hearts. That's a reason to thank Him.

He determines the number of the stars
and calls them each by name. (second theme emerges: God manages the affairs of a universe with meticulous care)

All God's stars are made-to-order. As for the boggling numerical statistics, I'm sure you've already heard them, but here's another way of thinking about stars: they're there for US! They burn trillions of miles into space, so we can look up in the sky and remember God's promise to Abraham in Genesis 15, so that we can have the joy of finding, studying, watching them as the Hand of God. God put them there for Himself as well--they stand as an everlasting testimony to His glory. And stars are a definite reason to thank Him, because they give us a way to see that glory.

Great is our Lord and mighty in power;
his understanding has no limit. (third theme emerges: God's strength and understanding stretch to the bounds of infinity.)

God is so great....

The LORD sustains the humble
but casts the wicked to the ground. (God cares for His people and hates their enemies. see the first theme reappear?)

God is so small... (that He's personally involved with the affairs of men.) The Psalm contrasts God's infinite intellectual and physical capacities with those whom He cares for. It's not like OUR stupendous intellect and physique will win His favor--like He looks down and says "Hey! That guy's pretty bright. I couldn't find a smarter, more powerful person in the whole world. I guess I'll help him out." In fact, He does quite the opposite, and with power greater than all the men of the world put together, He defends the weak against oppressors, and takes positive action against evil.

Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving;
make music to our God on the harp. (a response--thesis restatement no. 1!)

He covers the sky with clouds;
he supplies the earth with rain
and makes grass grow on the hills.

He provides food for the cattle
and for the young ravens when they call. (One could say (with certain stipulations about His relationship to the world), that God draws the bath, opens the blinds, and gets breakfast. Servant God! the second theme reappears...)

His pleasure is not in the strength of the horse,
nor his delight in the legs of a man;

the LORD delights in those who fear him,
who put their hope in his unfailing love. (God doesn't rejoice to see His people strong and independent--He rejoices in those who seek His love and follow His ways...first theme reappears...)

Extol the LORD, O Jerusalem;
praise your God, O Zion, (thesis restatement no. 2...)

for he strengthens the bars of your gates
and blesses your people within you. (God's power is what makes Him such a great protector...)

What does it mean that God "strengthens the bars of your gates?" Is it completely figurative or not? In Israel's history, God literally shielded His people from oncoming enemies (when they repented and called to Him in faith). This physical protection had spiritual meaning--God protects your souls from the fiery darts of the enemy..

Today I tend to think it still has both spiritual and physical implications. God protects us from wolves in sheep's clothing, the false teachers that would spiritually ruin us. He also protects our churches in very practical ways. We still can hear instances where He miraculously provided a way of escape from flesh-and-blood monsters, and these stories have spiritual implications. (Peter Hammond has lots of these stories to tell--I have the tapes if you want to borrow them.) (Corrie Ten Boom...) (Psalm 2...)

He grants peace to your borders
and satisfies you with the finest of wheat. (provider...)

Thank God we get along with our neighbors!

He sends his command to the earth;
his word runs swiftly. (and here's the truth about His power, by the way... third theme reappears...)

He spreads the snow like wool
and scatters the frost like ashes.

He hurls down his hail like pebbles.
Who can withstand his icy blast?

God can do anything... (the neat thing about this example? many of us have actually experienced one of those terrifying hail storms!)

He sends his word and melts them;
he stirs up his breezes, and the waters flow.

and He can un-do anything... (of course, we take it for granted that the storm will eventually stop... but I can't ever once remember attributing peace after a storm to the hand of God. funny how that goes.)

He has revealed his word to Jacob,
his laws and decrees to Israel. (God loves us by revealing His will.)

He has done this for no other nation;
they do not know his laws. (this privilege is exceedingly precious...)

Hallelujah! (Rhetorical conclusion.)

Friday, November 25, 2005

Happy Birthday, Alothe Ilisse!

It wasn't your voice that broke the mirror--it was your FACE!

--Granny, Beverly Hillbillies

And, the ever-popular quiz from Dark Warrior's blog:



pie
By participating in this quiz, you have unwittingly
proved your randomness and insanity. Good for
you. PIE!


RANDOM! muhahahahhahahaha!!!!!!!
brought to you by Quizilla

Did you know that only 8% of the quiz-takers got this result? My, I feel special. :P


Random revelation of the day:

The pile on my desk is deeper than I once thought.

Friday, November 18, 2005

Bahnsen/Stein debate, 1985: Does God Exist?

We heard the first section at the college Bible study this week, since we're studying apologetics...

I now have a new argument (yay!):

Given: One cannot legitimately prove any truth with circular reasoning or petito principi...

How would one prove the following statement?

Only sound logic proves fact.

Non Sequitur.

Quamobrem?

If you say that logic proves that logic proves fact, you are using circular reasoning.

If you say that anything else can prove this statement, you contradict yourself by admitting that something outside of rationalism can prove a fact.

This was used by Bahnsen in his opening statement, and pointedly ignored by Stein, who committed this error over and over and over again for the next thirty minutes.

In my spare time, I've been reading a neurophsychology textbook. I've learned about how the normal electrical charge inside a neural cell is -70 millivolts, and the charge outside is +70 millivolts, and how the potassium-sodium transports work...

And I begin to see--the more we know, the more helpless we feel. What can YOU do if your brain-blood barrier doesn't seal? What can YOU do if the astrocytes form scar tissue in the place of a dead neural cell, and your brain can't re-form the connection? What can YOU do when your body starts attacking its own neural cells, or your Schwann cells deteriorate and die?

Pretty much nothing, that's what. It's a mercy we work as well as we do!

Sunday, November 13, 2005

Del Capo Al Fine

I have an empty xanga right here.

You may visit it. I'll post more of the mundane everyday story-telling over there, keeping this blog in its true form of random weirdness. It's sad :( to me that I have both. However, many xanga-minded friends and acquaintances of mine don't bother visiting the blog, and so I must accomodate them. (With grudge and secret elation.)

The classical violin station at Accuradio is brilliant, wonderful, and otherwise exceptional.

Speaking of random wierdness (proper spelling eludes me), I have a head cold.

And it's Sunday. I slept from 9:20 AM to 12:50 today without any objection or scruple. Except that my feet were cold, because my room's cold, and my hair had the electricity of a live wire when I woke, requiring more than a dash of cold water to loosen the hold of its clingy strings from my face.

Eugene Ysaye, sonatas for solo violin. (and have you ever heard Midori play solo Paganini??? Well, if you haven't, DO. :)

My next order of business? Private worship service. My singing voice remains functional, thank you GOD!!!

Signing off,

Annie Laurie

Monday, November 07, 2005

What queen are YOU?

HASH(0x8db823c)
You are the Ocean Queen! You are calm, creative,
independent, and an individual. You inspire
others with your grace and cool intellect You
are renowned for your remarkable and unique
beauty.

Possible Name: Maya
Element: Water Color: Turquoise

What Queen are you? (Beautiful Pics)

The freakish thing about this result is that it coordinates with my blog's color scheme. But then again... considering that my blog is "Lost Island of the Emerald Sea"...

I think it fits.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

I thank the Lord because...

1. He is always in control, even when I am not. This week I had the most nightmarish of nightmares. It frightened me for two reasons: 1., I faced a long slow death, but never called to mind the eternity of Christ. That is the epitome of torture. 2., I had to watch a travesty take place, and couldn't control the situation at all. Granted, it was only a dream. Praise God! Christ controls all those travesties that I don't see, and He lives in our minds.

2. I thank the Lord because He protects and visits in all hours. During my babysitting stint with the girls, He preserved us while the neighbors had a drinking-and-loud-music party. He preserved us from losing a dog (twice!). He preserved my sanity when the girls wouldn't get into bed.

3. Christ feeds us. Literally. I ate three meals a day (plus snacks) every day this week. Talk about pampering!!! He knows our weaknesses, that's for sure.

4. Creation. Last night at the lake-- dangling my long legs over the sandstone ledge, watching the water reflect the sky: a fragile line of moonlight, the silver and gold of the stars, and the velvety void of black, seen only when the sun's illumination no longer blinds us to the infinity hung in open air. The fish, lurking in the warm parts of the water. The jet, maneuvering the open air, leaving a flaming line of fumes, carrying some hundred unknown people to business and family on the safe harbor of solid ground. The moon, shining cleanly like a tinfoil cut-out. The trees, shedding leaves. Firelight and dust. There is no distinction between the natural and the man-made. Everything "natural" arrived at our doorstep, mysteriously placed by the immaculate and all-knowing House-Keeper: GOD. Everything man-made took the same direct route from the same place, but we have a harder time giving Him the glory.

5. God gave us people, and more particularly, the task of keeping, bonding, and loving them. Such a task imitates God's work, and thus it ultimately gratifies both Him and us.

6. As humans, we experience the bliss of knowledge and the frustration of ignorance: Consider the work of a doctor... We understand this dichotomy in our relationship to God, and ought to thank Him for it. He gives us wisdom. He gives us a heaping portion of universal realities that beg exploration and discovery. But we can't have it all. More particularly, we can't have eternity. Not yet. This is frustration for which we can be grateful, for God is the giver of all things, and has nothing but good gifts for His children.

So anyway. I've been tuned to an abstract key this week. Apologies and Farewells.

Friday, November 04, 2005

TEST TIME!!

An old one of Elaienar's:

Disorder Rating
Paranoid: High
Schizoid: High
Schizotypal: High
Antisocial: High
Borderline: Low
Histrionic: High
Narcissistic: High
Avoidant: Low
Dependent: Low
Obsessive-Compulsive: High

URL of the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv

mysterious
MYSTIC BEAUTY - You are eccentric, enigmatic, and
intriguing. You keep to yourself and so no one
knows the real you. You prefer the solace and
quiet of your own company over big crowds of
people. You are highly intelligent but you do
everything your own way. You come off as quirky
or weird and most people don't understand you
at all. You are probably a little disorganized.
You probably also seem distant and dreamy but
that's because you're off in your own little
world.


Your element is water. On the
surface you are calm and relaxed like a still
lake or small pond. However, appearances can be
deceiving, because underneath you are powerful
and emotional. You are creative and
instrospective though not completely solitary.
You like the company of others as much as you
like the peace of solitude. You are well-liked
and easy to get along with unless your temper
is unleashed. Kind and nurturing you love
helping others and cannot stand seeing pain.
You would be best matched with Earth or Light.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

strictly autobiographical

Ever since Monday rolled around I haven't had much time on my hands.

The retreat left me in a disoriented daze for most of Monday.

Tuesday I had a therapy session, violin lesson, homework to polish and turn in, and the second night of a four-time babysitting job this week.

Violin lesson was pretty funny, if you were there... >_>

Especially the etude..
*plays extremely accidentally wierd arpeggio*

Mama: WOW! That was good!

*plays Emaj. argpeggio*

Mama: o_O I shouldn't have spoke so soon...

*attempts to hit high E on the A-string, which is at least eighth position...*

It was the musical equivalent of rifling through a suitcase:

*digs, digs, digs, etude becoming a greater wreck every minute...*

String: "EEEEeeeeeeeeeeeee"

Me: I FOUND IT!!!

<_<
>_>

Oh, and for your friend and my sister's distinct annoyance...

let me post a couple rhetoric style assignments. I imitated two sentences (not shown below) in the following ways:

~The audience in every seat is hushed at last, the senior citizens to savor music and the students to take notes. There is a glory to the concert hall, but it belongs to the concertmaster and composer, the conductor and the crowd.

~The laser lab in all respects is hazardous to the eyes, the ducts and glass boxes of the test module and generated graphs of camera. There is a delightful mystery in this place, but it belongs to the grad student and professor, the laser eye and safety glasses.

~The security light shone. The stars brightened, the dew of early summer fell, the delight, despair, and derision of sleepless girls. Before first light they crept into the tent.

~The lecturer droned on. The eyes glazed, the responses faded, muffled speech, laughter, and rustle of notebook paper. All too quickly the audience slipped into a coma.
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