Monday, November 29, 2004

Chris Raises up his voice to rejoice.

Graduation is coming up and soon, I will be free. Let me list what I am going to do to celebrate.
1. Not shaving my facial hair for at least one month. Goodbye clean- shaven hello beard city.
2. I will not wake up before 8:00 am to attend church. Singles wards always meet after the last family ward, which means I can party like a single guy should on Saturday nights.
3. I will be having girls over allot. No more curfews or “girls out” times that exist at BYU schools.
4. Studying what I want. Now I can finally get to my ever-increasing collection of books. Oh how they have sat in my room gathering dust over the years.
5. Having a job where when I go home, I can enjoy being at home without worrying about work. Project and homework have plauged my sleep for to long.
6. Finally dating like I should. This semester has been a bust for dating. Making sure that graduation happens has been my top priority, so dating has not only taken a backseat, but has been duck taped in the trunk.

Yep, It will be a happy day.

Saturday, November 27, 2004

Story of my life

wrote this in high school, but it seemed to fit my current state of mind.

Discord

I can see why you feel that way, my friend
I do not agree
But I can see why you feel the way you do.

I did not ask to look into her eyes
I did not ask to fall
But one could sooner come to the Garden of Eden
Just to sit upon its wall


The stars shudder in half-hearted dissonance
Clinging to the cloudy sky like memories to an old photograph
Crowding together in shrouded constellations
Trying to keep warm.

The stars found her eyes
The wind found her hair
I found a place by her side
And the three of us stayed there
Until time tore us apart.

I have seen their eyes
People with smiling lips
But in their eyes they are screaming
For something
If you look into their eyes they are screaming.

The light from the streetlamp was like the moon
It touched her face ever so softly
Just as I had so often longed to.


Concerning constellations, and consequences
Everyone all around me
Is so quick to misunderstand

I had dreams, and she was there
And the night was not so dark
The stars were not so cold.

Here is my song of confusion
and my song of love
It’s all the same song
It’s all the same life
A life so full of aching stars
And brown-eyed girls
And trees that point to God
I would not dare have it any other way…

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

Can't Be Satisfied...

Why, oh why, do they feel it necessary to put the Christmas Tree for this year off to the side once again? I know this is just a nit-picky item, but it matters to me.

Last year they started construction about the same time and so they did put a one year hiatus from the tradition of placing the fond Christmas symbol in the center of the little circle. I understood that, but why now? The circle construction is mostly over (did anyone notice that much of a difference on the circle itself anyway?) and I think it'd be worth a few cones in the view to have it in the right place.

Has anyone still living in Laie been here for a Christmas where the tree was in the right place? It is beautiful and makes you feel twice as privileged to be here. Just at the sight of it at night with all the lights on brings in the spirit of the season. On the side it seems to be hidden, and it gets lost in the wake of the surrounding palm trees that are actually taller than the pine.

I know I'm over reacting to this, but my life is so bland that these little things keep me breathing.

Viva La Christo treeo Centro!


(Sorry, I don't speak Spanish)

Sorry

My blog was under construction. The article about Mormon authors was not formatted very well and needed some touching up. It has been fixed and now it is back. I would encourage all of you to read it and to comment as much as you like about what Chad Phares in his article about LDS authors. My response is on its' way and should be finished within the next few days. To read Chad Phares original article go to my blog.

Rusch

Ah, The irony...

How's this for a question, "How do you spell 'Trivia'?"

I was upset that Fei beat me to the punch as I wanted to post that same pic. But I can be the first to post thier retraction.


They finally bought a vowel


Monday, November 22, 2004

All in a college education.



I feel smrter already.

another poem

What’s your name, sweet girl?
Whose hand is a gift that you hold and smile?
Could you stitch up the torn sleeve of
my dream,
Mend my name, infuse me with humanity?
Have I this hope, that you might call me
From the Martian cave where I pine for no one
Or do I sit for another day with my foreign stars and
my collection of plundered spacecraft parts
Throwing stones at the Viking lander...?


P.S. this is approaching love poetry. If anyone wants to see some real Romeo garbage, speak.
Or if you can handle something more abstract, or if you're tired of the literary thing, say so also... SPEAK, EARTH MONKEY! HAVE YOU NO BRAIN WORMS!?! Sorry, that wasn't me, it was Zim.

Cells are people too

I have been studying up on stem cells and have been wondering what some other peoples thoughts are. I discovered that I had little to no knowledge of what they are. After many a websites and government reports I believe I have the knowledge to beat out a opine with some time.
These questions come to mind:
What do you know about Stem Cells?
Do you believe it's ethical?

Saturday, November 20, 2004

A Sensation...

Just a note that in the first 3 days of the Caf Chronicle being public and monitored, we have had an average of 33 hits a day. Each hit is on average over 4 minutes long, which indicates that this is not just lookey-loos, but people stopping by to read. Great work all!

Let's together, keep our site interesting enough for more to come back!


Thank You,
Management

Thursday, November 18, 2004

Will make you make you mad

You just have to read this opinion piece from the BYU-Tehran(Idaho) newspaper. Go to my blog to check it out. If it does not make you mad, then there is nothing that will.

Is this love that I'm feeling?

A lot of couples that engage in Public Displays of affection are not expressing their lovefor each other. In my expert opinion they are trying to convince each other of their love by saying, or rather shouting to everyone around, “ Hey, look at us swap DNA. We love each other so much.”

There are some public displays of affection that are acceptable. Holding hands, putting an arm around a loved one at a movie, or giving a hug at an airport, all of these, along with others are acceptable forms of public affection. But love, and the expression of it, goes far beyond physical interaction. Love manifests itself in many other ways.

An unfortunate thing is that in English one word describes this multifaceted thing that called love. In ancient Greece there were three words that were used to express love. They were Eros, this is erotic or passionate love that drives a couple to sexual activity, Agape, the kind of love that exists between parents and children, and Philia, the kind of brotherly or plutonic love that can exist between both men and women. But all of these are taken and lumped into one word, love.

Frankly, couples that are passionately kissing are playing with fire, they are running with scissors, they are walking a tight rope straddling two pools, one is full of hungry great white sharks, and the other is full of Jelly Belly jelly beans, and many other clichés that we could use in our discussion about passionately kissing.

I consider myself an observer of life. My hope is that through my observations of others actions that I can learn something that will make me a better person and that I will not fall into the same traps as they have. On more then one occasion, close friends have come to me, prior to their wedding, and have said that they wished that they had not used physical means to express their love. The best thing to do is to save these signs of affection until we have been properly pronounced man and wife.

Wife of Judes

Ok so I was wondering what peoples thoughts where on Judas having a been married.
Would he have killed himself if he had been?
If he did, then did any one weep with her over his death?
Did anyone weep for her?

It is not known if the apostles where married or not. Some scholars have thought that maybe Paul (at least at some point) had a wife and children. If you read some of his letters in acts he seems to write to John’s wife and children. Wither that was the apostle John no one is sure. In our religion we know that marriage is an eternal principal. This leads me to the idea that the prophets may have been married. Does it matter? Not really. Will it affect my progress? Nope. Is it something to talk about? Yes. I do how ever think allot about Judas. I think about different aspect of his life and what will become of him.

Peaches, Plums, and/or Alfalfa?

Kissing: To engage in mutual touching or caressing with the lips as an expression of affection, greeting, respect, or amorousness.

Synonyms for "kiss": blow, brush, buss, butterfly, buzz, caress, eat face, glance, graze, greet, lip, make out, mouth-to-mouth, mush, muzzle, neck, osculate, peck, pet, pucker up, salute, shave, skim, smack, smash, smooch, spark, sugar, swap spit, touch, X

When was the last time you kissed somebody, I mean really kissed somebody? And no, stage kisses don't count - unless you enjoyed it. ; ) For some of us it was this morning, for others, last night, last week, last month, last year... and then there are those who have never had the privelege. Either way, the general consensus is that kissing is a desirable thing.

Being in college, getting exposed to it is inevitable. Having to watch other couples "osculate" (and then some) might make you uncomfortable, but deep inside, we all wish it was us instead. I really think that those of our age group who have a serious issue against PDA (Public Displays of Affection) are just bitter because they're not getting any. But we'll save that discussion for another blog.

We are also not unfamiliar (did I confuse you with my double negative?) with the cousel our church leaders have for us regarding this social accepted and appropriate practice of ours.


"Do not participate in passionate kissing" (For The Strength Of Youth)

"A kiss is an evidence of affection. A kiss is an evidence of love, not an evidence of lust... but it can be. Don't ever let a kiss in your courtship spell lust. Necking and petting are lustful; they are not love... I don't mind [you] kissing each other after you have had several dates; ... not the kiss of passion, but the kiss of affection." (Spencer W. Kimball, address to missionaries, 2 Jan. 1959).

"Kissing has... degenerated to develop and express lust instead of affection, honor, and admiration. To kiss in casual dating is asking for trouble. What do kisses mean when given out like pretzels and robbed of sacredness?" Spencer W. Kimball.

"What is miscalled the soul kiss is an abomination and stirs passion that results in the eventual loss of virtue. Even if timely courtship justifies a kiss, it should be a clean, decent, sexless one... If the soul kiss with its passion were eliminated from dating, there would be an immediate upswing in chastity and honor, with fewer illegitimate babies, fewer unwed mothers, fewer forced marriages, and fewer unhappy souls. With the absence of the soul kiss, necking would be greatly reduced. Its younger sister, petting, would be totally eliminated. Both are abominations of their own right and kind." (In Conference Report, Sydney Australia Area Conference, 29 Feb. 1976, p. 55.)

Having grown up in a Muslim country where kissing is only now becoming socially acceptable (you barely ever kiss and tell- this whole blog right here would be a HUGE controversy!) and raised in a rather sheltered environment, I had no qualms whatsoever with the counsel of our leaders in regards to kissing.

"Well, duh, kissing is obviously so EVIL - why would you want to do that with your boyfriend? Holding hands with him will be more than enough."

I was absolutely certain that I would not kiss a guy unless he was the one I planned to marry. Also at the time, couples attached by the hip in public and who just couldn't let go of each other were objects of ridicule to me. Of course, at that point, I had never had a boyfriend before and wouldn't have my first one till I was here at BYU-Hawaii. Those of you who have known me while I was seeing somebody understand completely the humor and irony in this. I have been labeled as "the-girl-who-just-can't-keep-her-hands-off-her-guy". Kissing in public? Hey, it's only PDA if you're looking!

Do I enjoy kissing? Yes, absolutely. Do I feel guilty for it? Why, should I?

Remember my "goal" of not kissing a guy unless we were planning to be wed? Well, I've kissed 3 guys and I am still single. 3 is still very small number so in some ways I have done an alirght job saving myself in that department (although it doesn't accurately represent just HOW MUCH I have kissed!) I've had 4 boyfriends, so I did good with one of them, at least: my first one. He felt the same way I did and while we still kissed, it was never mouth-to-mouth. Go figure. I think that the only reason we didn't is because we didn't date long enough to succumb to physical attraction.

My first kiss was with a non-member a whole 6 years older than me. He and I had "dated" online for a good year and a half before we met up here in Hawaii. I was 18 at the time. It was a very romantic first kiss - I have it all stored in my head as you would see it in a chick flick: the airport meeting scene. Two lovers approaching each other, wordlessly, a pause, recognition, smiling and disbelief, breathless whispering of names, then a release into this long passionate uniting, and while the cameras whirl around us, we kiss, oblivious to the crowds walking by. Yeah. That was pretty much it. *sigh*

I've always heard people saying how the first kiss is usually awkward and not as romantic as you planned. I've also heard the same thing being said about the wedding night. Uh-uh, not true for me! There expect there to be none during the consumating of my marriage either. There will be no stigma, just lots of... Han, you really shouldn't be reading this blog.

Because I had finally been kissed, I finally experienced the enjoyment, began to miss it and it was easy to cave in to the request to be kissed on a first date with someone else 2 months later - something I had vowed against before. To be fair, we already knew each other fairly well, but had previously only "hung out" and that was the official first date.

This experience here, raises up the 2 issues I have been meaning to discuss.


Mormon Kissing: Church Tongue, Porno Tongue - oh, how about none at all?

My first kiss was with a non-member, my second kiss was with a member. I did not know what was appropriate in "Mormon Dating Culture". I let this second kiss take the lead and till today, it's still an argument if he brought in the tongue first or if I did. I swears he did. He swears it was me. Whatever it was, our first kissed determined the way we would kiss from then on.

We have been warned against kissing passionately. So, is tongue a serious no-no? One of the things that came up on our first date kiss, also, was WHEN DO WE STOP?! I had thought that when he wanted to kiss me that it would be like more of a plum (open mouthed, no tongue, lasting for just a second). Well, think of church tongue vs. porno tongue, minus the tongue part. It was what I had imagined proper Mormon kissing would be. Apparently he had other things in mind. I wasn't unfamiliar with that, so I played along.

Till today, I am still unsure of what "approriate Mormon kising" is exactly. Probably because nobody here ever practices it. Everybody seems to have their own opinions, and you just don't sit down to talk about how you would kiss before you do.

It's a very hard thing to control on your own. You may have a set idea of what you'd want to do, or not to do, but the person you are dating/kissing has alot to contribute to the do's and don'ts in your relationship/make-out session. Even though we are all of the same religion, there are still many little things we do differently. Add sexual attraction on top of all that and all you have is a whole confused bunch of [insert better word for horny here] college students.


Dating Who You Kiss and Kissing Who You'd Date.

That's taken a step down from marrying who you kiss and kissing who you'll marry, because, well, I have to lower my standards to justify my own actions, or I would never be able to live with myself...

They both go hand in hand to me. Dating and kissing, and yes, even marriage. In a way, I would love to save kissing for the one I'm going to marry. But I've failed to, thus far. I intend to try again, but I am not determined enough to promise that I won't kiss a guy I was interested in having a relationship with if the opportunity came up, even though I wans't sure that he was "the one". Remember: ex-Molly Mormon. Not a saint.

I have always been against NCMOs (non-commital make-out sessions - Mormon one-night stands, basically) and when I first heard of them I wouldn't believe that people here would actually do such a thing! "Who would do a stupid thing like that?" Imagine my horror when I found out that some of my own friends played spin the bottle here, recently, ON A SUNDAY!

I don't want to judge people who don't see kissing to mean much more than a physical act. Just because I take it very seriously, doesn't mean other people have to as well, right? Even though I want to scream "BURN IN HELL!", I really have to rethink my strategy. When I find out that someone is involved with something like that, I lose a little (ok, so maybe alot of) respect for them. Right now, I have to find a way to adjust that because too many people I know are disappointing me. Do I have to adjust my views just so I have room for my friends to belong?

Really though, I think that I am envious of their ability to separate the physical from the emotional. I know that I am incapable of doing that. That's why I vow to stay away. But like all my other previous "vows", I am not above being tempted to kiss someone just for the sake of being kissed.

Because I want every kiss I give to mean something, I have gotten into 2 relationships because I kissed them. It has become the norm for me, that kissing initiates relationships. It used to be to me that holding hands intiated relationships, and the kissing was additional later. To my second kiss though, a kiss was just a kiss - holding hands was special. That really confused me.

I think that at this point in my life, kissing and holding hands have been used interchangably. The way I look at it is that both are exclusive activities to me. I don't kiss multiple guys at a time. I don't hold hands with more than one guy at a time either and I expect the same from him (with guys and girls alike. He better not be kissing other guys while he kisses me!) That's why we have to be so careful who we kiss - you never know what exactly it meant to one another and you may be tied into relationships or problems you weren't really ready for or desiring at the moment.

Lowell L. Bennion (LDS) pointed out very wisely:
"Kissing is more stimulating than satisfying; consequently, it invites more and more. Once a couple begins to share affection in a kissing... or in other words, a physical...way, this activity tends to become the focus of interest. Often such a couple ceases to explore the other significant dimensions of personality: mind, character, maturity, religious faith, moral values, and goals.

Affection should grow out of genuine friendship and brotherly love, not precede them, if one wishes to be sure of having real and lasting love in marriage. Kissing for the sake of kissing invites more affection, and many fine young people become more deeply involved than they actually wish to be.

As a guiding principle, I suggest that affection, whether holding hands, walking arm in arm, or kissing, between a young man and woman be consistent in degree and character with the nature of their total relationship. Affection should never be sought after as an end in itself, because this does violence to a person. Let affection grow and flower gradually, as do buds, blossoms, and the fruit of a tree. Let it be a part of a larger, naturally developing relationship that has its roots in a rich companionship of the mind, character, and faith. When and if kissing comes into a relationship is dependent upon the nature and intent of that relationship.


It really gets to me that whenever our church leaders bring up kissing, it's always "passionate kissing". The words lust, necking, petting and then fornication follow soon after. Those are on the opposite end of the spectrum from pure love, affection, chastity and eternal marriage.

As much as I dislike how all these words are always associated with each other, I can't deny the fact that something we enjoy doing and do for fun do have eternal consequences, so we need to be careful with who, when, where and how we kiss.

Sheesh. All this talk about kissing only makes me miss it more. Forget getting married to have sex, I might just have to get engaged in order to get some lip action.

My gratitude goes to Hershey's for easing the abstinence process. Makes me wonder if the French chocolate is any better...

p.s. For those of us not planning to go to Fall ball, the Guest Services department of the Polynesian Cultural Center is holding a 2-night camp-out at Malaekahana Beach Park and we have been encouraged to invite our friends. One of the suggested games was spin the bottle. If you get me high enough on lack of sleep, I just might end up playing. Pick up will be by the little theatre from 7-8pm. See you there!

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Kuni Movement

Band Names is one of the best things you can be thinking of. I am always thinking about them. If someone says anything that might sound like one I am thinking of what kind of music they would be playing. Well I got a ton but I am sure you can think of some winners also.

bonus: If you can say what kind of music they play and what their hit song would be.


Let me start it.

Evil Beard
Golden Herashio
Wheel Chair Bandits

A wish to build a dream on

Ok people Three wishes.

Rules
1. No more wishing for wishes
2. World peace not going to happen, don't bother
3. Let's keep this out of the love zone (how ever you take that then that's what I mean)
4. No army's of sick sadistic crazy crack monkeys in velvet robes ok. We all know that every one would go for this one first no use saying it

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Blogger Symposium

I was thinking that the Bloggers should get together and hold the first Caf symposium. The topic would be why we do what we do. We could film the thing and then burn it to dvd. Sound good anyone?

Medidations on Fall Ball

Dating for fun. That is an oxymoron if I ever heard one. First of all dating is not fun, it never has been, nor ever will be. It can be rewarding, the reward being getting married, but I would not call it fun. Formal dances can be fun, but at this age and stage of my life, I would rather go with a significant female other instead of with just a friend to have a good time.

When you go with a friend just for fun the odds are 122,222,333,200 to one, that you will still be friends. Your relationship has not been enhanced any, and you are no better off for having gone with a friend. On the other had, going with someone that you have a relationship with is much more fun because if all goes well, the night can enhance your relationship and the two of you have made a memory that you can look back on for years to come.

Dating for fun should really be classified as hanging out. Hanging out really gets you nowhere fast. I have been to nowhere and there is not much to see or do, although there is this place that serves great omelets and pie. But beware! too many omelets can put your cholesterol through the roof.

Having said this, I probably not go to the ball. I would go if there were a special someone other then myself in my life. But until then, you can find me at the movies.

Monday, November 15, 2004

Dig down deep and find your inner masochist

I believe we all have little one some where in us. There is something that most people find unpleasant or even painful, that other find enjoyable. The real question is what is yours.

I got two that I know pretty well.
1. When I do something active (wither it be the gym, rock climbing, or running) if I am able to push myself to the point where I want to cry.
2. I know it's sick but I like being shot down by attractive women that I don't know.

So what's yours?

Requiem et Strong Bad Computatus

Today, November the 15th 2004, the world mourns the death of Strong Bad's Compy 386. Amen and amen.
Shem

Why Am I here???

I spent two years trying to tell people the answer to the question,” Why am I here”? I did it with limited success but feel good about my efforts to answer those three big questions that Latter-Day Saints have answers to, and just can’t wait to invite their Non-Mormon friends and neighbors over to meet two nineteen year old know it alls to tell them the answers to questions that they may have never asked, nor even considered.

More specifically, why am I here in Hawaii? There are literally thousands of colleges and universities that are found in the mainland United States. I probably would have been accepted to any number of small schools, and by a miracle, not unlike the sun standing still or my brother’s gerbal coming back from the dead, could have gotten into a well known University. But I decided on doing something that relatively few people do, living their dream.

I was going to BYU Idaho, the Tehran of the church schools, and was not happy. I had tried everything that I had heard in John Bytheway tapes and books about trying to meet other people and make friends and had little to no success. I guess John just does not know really all that much after all.

I was really burnt out on Utah/Idaho Mormon culture. I am from Georgia and at first loved it, but after a while the culture had nothing left to offer. Any further attempts to fit in would have been like drilling wells in the Arabian Desert.

If you have watched “The Steppford” wives you can kind of get an idea of what it takes to fit into this version of Mormon Culture.

I needed to get out of Rexberg before I climbed the clock tower with a high-powered assault rifle under the impression that I was the angel death, and that the time of cleansing had arrived. For the safety of the school and myself, I decided that I needed to get away and seek greener pastures.

At the time when I came to the conclusion that I needed to transfer to a different school, there were several that I had in mind. But there were only two that were currently accepting applications. I sent applications to BYU in Provo, mostly to please my mom who wanted me to go there, and BYU-H. I knew that of the two I had the best chance of getting into Hawaii because my GPA was not competitive enough for Provo.

There are not many things that I have sincerely prayed for in my temporal life. I usually have had what I needed and gave thanks for that and didn’t think that I really needed to ask for anything above and beyond that. But this was different. I knew that I needed to go someplace else and asked my Heavenly Father that if it fit in with his plan, that he would prepare a way for me to get accepted. Shortly thereafter my prayers were answered. I got accepted to Hawaii. Provo sent me a kindly written letter of rejection saying that I was too stupid to attend their school.

Why am I here? Because this where God wants me to be right now. I have met people that I would not have met otherwise and have come to the great understanding that there is a whole world outside of Georgia, Utah, and Idaho. This also a great place to really discover who you are without the constant voices of conformity urging you to give in.
So that pretty much answers for now. I could not have imagined going anyplace else and am glad that I have had the privilege of going to school in a Tropical Paradise.

Sunday, November 14, 2004

Come one come all...

After reading my blog post “Go Home, Ha’ole…”, JD started to think about who came to this school and why. We began to talk about it. Chris Rusch who will be a contributor to this blog soon wrote a good post about it and will add it soon.

I think this topic is a no brainer for most of the IWES (International Work Experience Scholarship) students. They don’t have a ton of choices that are affordable and preferable. The scholarship is good and it’s a chance to see America (if you count Hawaii as part of it). This is especially the case for the members of the church in Polynesia and Asia. But what of the white folk from Utah? What brings them here?

As for me, I think it is clear that having served a mission here I have a fondness for the islands in my heart. When I came back to Arizona after my mission, I was quickly submerged in work and school. I was busy, fast. I was in plays, I was in institute videos. I was in my elder’s quorum presidency. I was getting recognized as that guy on KFYI. I had some good friends. I had enough money for what I really wanted. I had a car. I didn’t have too much happiness. I know, it’s a choice, but I was in a big ole’ rut.

My sister LaDawn, part time counselor full time psychic for me, was listening to me gripe and recommended to me I should get away. If I ever wanted to go to Hawaii again, it was my time to do it. So I prayed about it and here I am. I don’t think twice about my need to be here. But I do wonder about others. What in the world possesses these bleach blonde carbon copy girls from Provo to come here? I hope it’s not all about coming here to play. I get the feeling it is and the same goes for the shaggy dirty shampo-comercial-reject looking deadbeats from the same area.

When talking with some, they all seem to have a good story or one better than mine.

What brings you here?


Poll created and posted by Faye.

Where do you draw the line between witty and just plain cheesy?

I have an excuse for not really knowing what constitutes humor and wit: I am not American! That having been said, I have exempted myself from the need to exercise intelligent humor. I will be the potty joke component of this blog - everyone else has no excuse! You better pull your weight!

The real issue here, ladies and gentlemen, is what we should name this blog.

We really don't have to keep the name 'The Cafeteria Circular Chronicle'. It was just something to start with since the cafeteria is a social setting here in school where we talk about all sorts of things there. I changed it from "The Cyber Caf" to this just because it sounds more professional. Ok, somebody give me a second opinion before I completely embarrass you with what I think is funny. I have a thing for alliteration, if you can't already tell. But really, is that even necessary?

What do you think would make a good name for this blog? What is your opinion of the current title? Could you post under such a heading? What else can we use as a theme besides food? Give me your suggestions. Your educated critique (did you like the way I said "critique"?) is very much welcome here.

While you're at it, what should the URL for this place be?

http://[insert your witty suggestion here].blogspot.com

That's it, ladies and gentlemen, in many words I have officially started our first discussion. Let the games begin!

[*cuts ribbon*]
[*fires gun*]




Yeah, yeah, you get the idea.

You asked for it

Allright Nerd-on population. I am Shem, a stranger and a foreigner to the realm of your bloggy wasteland. I have been invited to inject some of my superior insights into the electronic bloodsteam so many of you are hooked to, so prepare to get poemed. I wrote this about the Upstanding Youth/ Mr. Fusion concert incident. Brace yourself.

There was a hard thing within me
Twisted black sweating hollow full of poisonsmoke
And crawled I to the closest row
My grey heart weakly beating
My grey heart clouded and tired
I had paid five dollars for Gilead’s balm.

A man came, and wound a wire around his lightning rod
And plugged a microphone to the wire
And the seed of despair within me was struck by the lightning

Raging harmony came down from the sky came up from the earth I can fly so I fly joy madness o’ertakes me till I’m blind and can’t breathe full of thunder from the hearts of the angels.

In anthems
Bright anthems
Sacrosanct irreverence
Turns me around and over and over
I am immune to nothing, the universe flows through me
Nations rise to join me
We sink but we rise, over and over
Keeping time is a saint spinning a drumstick around his finger
And the air around me is fire
Penetrating, reverberating, influence of Dionysus if he were not fallen.
Come minstrels, your birdsong is welcome, and I
I will lead the dance.

And full, filled, at last all is quiet
I overflow in the immensity of everything that is pure
The wind blows the night between my fingers
I find God in the darkness, and so I find the light.


That's the poem. If my literary nerdiness is incompatible with the gigadweeb strain, make it known and I will turn my back forever on this dusty crossroads of the information superhighway, never to return. Peace
OMEGA SHEM DRAGONFLY
Poet, Roachslayer and Toastburner First Class

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1) Because a beautiful girl invited you to.

3) If it's good enough for Judge and Erika, it should be good enough for you.

2) College + Religion + Thinking + Blogging = A smarter you!

4) This blog will make you rich and famous! Well, except for the part where you don't get money - or fame...

5) Uncle Sam is just too sexy to resist.


How can you even think of denying him?