“What kind of religion or faith can be lost by learning? That is a weak faith indeed, not much worthy of following.”
“What kind of religion or faith can be lost by learning? That is a weak faith indeed, not much worthy of following.”
This is a quote from a blog entry called “Shall the Fundamentalists win?” by a person who is writing a book about how she thinks Christianity and evolution can coexist. I don’t agree with all she writes but it’s kind of interesting to hear her take on things.
Sorry for the lack of posting. I guess I just have even less to say than normal.
Yeah, I’m an ass
While I was driving yesterday, I was thinking about things I do not understand . . . one of them was religion. Being a (usually) very logical person, I do not believe the existence of any gods or higher powers. I don’t see any need for it. Aside from it being completely illogical, I do not feel that anything is missing in my life. I have my own morals/ethics, I don’t need someone else’s from dusty, violent, over-translated books. I don’t need assistance to feel awe, to feel part of something bigger than myself. As Dawkins (I think) wrote, knowing how the rainbow is formed makes it no less beautiful or meaningful. I don’t require someone else’s explanations for life’s injustices, nor comfort in the thought of an afterlife in the face of death. Yet, on this Easter weekend, it becomes apparent that I am in the clear minority as people around me flock to churches. Some of these people are very intelligent. They are scientists, friends and teachers and I respect them very much, but they too go to church. I know they disagree with many of the churches teachings, particularly creationism and views on homosexuality, but still they go. They don’t just go to church on Easter; they actually believe. Still they believe. Why? I’ve heard many reasons why people “need” religion, but the people I am thinking of do not fall into any of those categories, as far as I know.
It was a really long drive 
I wasn’t going to go home this weekend, but I made an impulsive decision and left the house about 10 minutes after I decided to go. I left at a crappy time because I didn’t plan ahead so I hit the Cities exactly during rush hour . . traffic was a bitch.
Ridiculous
I found a new blog that I really like, The Bloggess, because it’s absolutely hilarious. Check it out, bitch!
Hmm. I really want to go to the grocery store because I have very little food, which might actually be a good thing, and because I want to make blueberry muffins. Unbelievable craving for these magical blueberry vegan muffins, but I decided I should wait until the rest of the roomies get home cos they’re probably out of food too. But I’m not really good at patience.
Wow. Sometimes I think I’m a ridiculous human being.
Other times I know I’m ridiculous.
Hahaha
I watch the Watchmen
I did it. I finally saw Watchmen. I think you had to have read the book to get the depth of the story. Yeah, it’s a comic book/graphic novel/whathaveyou, but the characters and plot have astounding complexity and depth. I really liked the part in the book where they show the comic that the kid at the newsstand is reading, with the pirates and junk, and I wish it had been included in the movie, but it was pretty long anyway and would have been hard to make good transitions between the stories, I guess. I agree with everyone else that the casting was pretty awesome, but I didn’t really like the guy who played Adrian Veidt, or maybe just the way he played the character. I feel like he was too creepy, like the creepy should have been more subtle, especially in the beginning of the movie. Whatever, bitches. One more thing: weren’t you impressed by Dr. Manhattan’s penis? I was. Hahaha. Sorry. I had to say it. But seriously. That big while flaccid? C’mon. You know you were impressed. I thought it was weird that he glowed in the movie, I didn’t really picture him that way. Some of the meaning was lost in the Mars part where he talks about time, but I suppose that’s more of a flaw in the medium of film rather than this particular film.
Not that you care what I think about Watchmen anyway, but I felt like sharing. So there. Sine I’m being five years old I feel I ought to stick my tongue out at you while I say that:
It’s good to be home. My mommy is making asparagus for dinner and I LOVE asparagus. I also really appreciate having a real mattress, having TEH KITTEH around, and being cooked for. What can I say? Life is pretty good right now. Enjoy it while it lasts, right?
Shrink appointment tomorrow. Not looking forward to that in any way. Argh. Although Cynthia is by far my favorite of the many I’ve seen. My mom wants me to talk to her about having TMS therapy this summer. Apparently Mayo does it. I’m not sure how I feel about it. More on that later, maybe.
For now,
ASPARAGUS 
No one said you had to
Right now I’m hanging out in the chem lounge, waiting. Waiting. I need to work on the write-up for this massive group lab report, but I can’t because I don’t have the data, and the person with the data can’t come until 8 pm. Poop on a stick. It’s a three part thing, but the first two parts are just synthesizing the reagents for the main reaction and don’t even have to be typed up. So of course I’m the person doing the write-up for the third part, the hard part. Of course. Yeah, kinda cranky right about now. I know, that never happens!
Argh. It’s only Monday. It’s been drizzling all day, and now it’s freezing. Black ice, much? Very, very slippery, and I am very, very clumsy. Today keeps getting better and better. Anyway, I’m just trying to focus on the fact that next week is spring break, just gotta make it to Friday, right? Holy shit, there’s a blizzard warning from Tuesday at 7am to Wednesday at 7am, with up to a foot of snow. That’s just what I need right now, makes me feel so much better. Maybe they’ll cancel class tomorrow. Maybe pigs will fly: they never cancel class here.
So. Last night I felt worse than I have in quite a while, which is definitely saying something because I’ve been having a rough time of it recently. I’m still kind of feeling off, but I’m not like curled up in a ball on my floor trying not to fall apart, so we’ll count that as a win. It’s true, I mostly write when I feel crappy, which is why I have so many cheerful posts. Tough titty. No one said you had to read them, now did they?
stuff??
Beth took Jake and I to the grocery store yesterday (because she’s cool like that ) and I got tater tots . . . nom nom nom. Also we went to the co-op and Jake bought loose tea and talked me into some ice cream (Me: “I want this . . . ” Jake: “You should get it.” Me: “Okay . . . ” ) Anyway, it’s just appallingly delicious. A chocolate fantasy. Yes, I really did just write that. It’s called Peanut Butter Zig-Zag. And, I hadn’t had anything chocolate in weeks. (Last week’s brownies were a fail, didn’t have enough cocoa powder even though I only made half a recipe, so I threw most of those out.)
Further news: Person called me last night at like 9:30 to work on project. Cranky and sick, I did not answer. Now I feel bad. Project proposal due on Thursday. The project proposal is a huge part of the grade (half-semester class) and we’ve been turning in drafts of it since the beginning of the semester. Except our group is slightly behind. Oops. Fuck it.
I’m so tired of being sick. Bleh. I’m not sure whether I got it from Logan or my mom, but either way, dirty bitches! Jake and Beth also have whatever Logan had last week. Consequently, Jake bought three boxes of Kleenex. Also, the icing on the cake, so to speak: I have cramps. I just want to curl up and go to sleep but everybody wants me to do stuff. By stuff I mean work on projects (multiple), calling my shrink, watching Star Wars . . . okay, nobody actually cares if I watch Star Wars with them. I was bored and tired and it was only the third one anyway. The next one is the good one
Okay, okay. I’ll go stuff. For now. Only because I decided if I do stuff I get tater tots later.
It occurred to me this morning that I should restrain myself to actually blogging ABOUT stuff, rather than my inane ramblings. But that sounds far too sensible for me. If I wrote about stuff, then someone might actually read my blog, and that would be weird. Hahahahaha
By the way: STUFF at The Wind in Your Vagina (Yes, this guy’s blog is called The Wind in Your Vagina, and it’s bitchin’ as hell, so check it out.)
Swirling
I’m going home tonight! I’m so excited. I’m packing, but the bus doesn’t leave until 6pm, so I have some time to kill. Class from 11:45-12:50 and then nothing til the bus comes. Waiting. Just waiting. Hmm, I should figure out where I’m supposed to get on it. I know that it will drop me off in a suburb of the Cities at like 9. Zack said he would be there I hope he’s there! I get to see my Zacka and my Feety Also apparently Zack is having some kids from Winona over. (Parents won’t be home tonight). That should be interesting, right? I hope I still feel up to hanging out with them by the time I get home. In any case I actually did something with my hair and am wearing makeup, for the first time in ages. Weird, yes? Not sure how I feel about the hair, whether I like it or not. But I really don’t care that much at this point. I want to get out of here. Grr!
Last night I worked on the research project for ItR with the group. I got there early (or rather, the rest of the group was late), so I started working on it. I did most of the the work, last night anyway. That’s not usually how it goes. But I looked up all these research papers that we are using and all this crap. I feel like we made lots of progress instead of the general swirling about the drain feeling that project gives me. Whatever. I’m trying.
Aaaand now it’s time to head out for Global Change Ecology…
Drugs are good . . .
Yeah, so, I took the higher dose today of Concerta again. I stopped before because I was incredibly anxious, but I’ve been so tired . . . anyway, it occurs to me how very biological my depression and everything is, because I feel so much better. Since it kicked in this morning, my head feels clear and I’m motivated and I can concentrate. I didn’t go to my chem lecture this morning because I was working on chemistry stuff, for Intro to Research, and it was making sense, and I was making progress on it. Weird, right? The point is I feel better (for now), and there is definitely something fucked with my brain, not just me, not just my fault. Which is a much better feeling.
I just kind of needed to write that down, maybe to remind myself when I feel shitty. Because it always comes back; it always happens again. So it goes.
