4.20.2004
Ramblings from the last few days:
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I hate meetings. Especially three hour ones. If you're ever in a meeting, don't raise your hand to say the exact same thing the person before you just said, and especially don't begin your statement by making the point that you are doing nothing but repeating. Refrain from using "ums" and huge pauses. Be concise and considerate, and only speak when necessary to sway opinion.
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There have been many issues on dwebb lately with people loosely throwing around the word "heretic" at other people. It is quite frustrating, as I find that it tends to hinder conversation. The thoughts presented by realboy, whose "theoloblog" is posted below, best sum up my thoughts:
...if we're going to be salt for the earth, let's not be the salt in its wounds. Strange, that's what some Christians seem to think it means. Or at least, judging by their actions, you'd think God Himself had commisioned them to "go ye into all the world and be sure to piss them off....(emotions) are our inescapable filters for everything we experience. and in trashing people's views, you are trashing their emotions, whether they are calvinists, arminians, molinists, mormons, atheists, lovers of chickens or vegan dirt-munchers. People care about their views. Those views are a part of them. The world of ideas is not so detached from the world of human beings as we would like to think. I've learned that the hard way, by making many mistakes and hurting many people.---------------------------------- I have learned a lot about people watching from Val. It has become a very amusing pastime of mine. As I walk around campus, quite often, faces stand out in a crowd. I notice particular people that I don't even know, and can identify them from blocks away. I recognize them, and notice what they appear to be thinking about. I wonder if anyone does the same with me. ---------------------------------- I see the man in front of my in the classroom staring longingly out the window. It's a beautiful day, and he's stuck, held by self imposed shackles, learning an art that will be the rest of his life. five minutes later, I find myself doing the same thing. ----------------------------------
# posted by Sir Omer : 4/20/2004 10:15:00 PM
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