Monday, April 02, 2007
I am thoroughly enjoying my course on linguistics. It’s basically a quick run down of the history of the English language. It really is a fascinating mix of history, geography, literature and linguistics. I ravish the opportunity to analyze Shakespeare and Chaucer’s works (literature isn’t typically available to poly students). There’s something comforting about knowing that the image of the polished Englishman is readily shattered in the knowledge that they had at one point of time enjoyed the witless humor of fart jokes (as do some of us now).
But that’s not what I wanted to blog about today. I’ve been reading some blogs and chatting online recently, with some of my old acquaintances and friends. Some of whom I’ve watched grow up. Trouble is the way in which they’ve grown; into semi-crazed, self-indulgent, self-righteous, misanthropic little know-it-alls stung by the intellectualism bug. There’s only room for one for one of us.
No really.
What I’ve read recently really troubles me. Criticism of the Church is fine, so long as it’s constructive and not coming from a smug sitting-in-the-congregation-“pastor entertain me”-I really wish they would allow nachos and popcorn into chapel type attitude. Worse if they’re enjoying an existential, hedonist life-style, a custom-made cocktail of theology, secular thinking, pride and hormonal urges.
No really, I am concerned for them. But I suppose I was a little like that when I was at that age. I think this really is the Lord’s department to handle these sorts of cases. I on the other hand would prescribe the school of hard knocks and publicly embarrassing situations, preferably, one involving large bovine, several forms of leather apparatuses and a questionable orange.
I’ve been running a lot and I am proud to announce that I am now capable of slow jogging 7.3 kilometers without being reduced to a crumpled pile of jogging attire, gasping for air. It should however be noted that I can and have been out stripped by a certain number of old folks, three-legged canines and the occasional stationary lamp post.
This is a nice little improvement from the original 200 meter jog-a-lot workout of my obese years, which if I may remind you, left me watering in the eyes, winded, feverish and generally stoned.
I’ve started having lindy-hop withdrawal symptoms. I know the signs full well. Breaking out in a Charleston in the mid stride (to disastrous and embarrassing effect) and sometimes when I’m alone in my room. “Dancing in the moon light” is now a trigger for a tsunami of memories of swaydar for that excellent song to dance to outdoors. I have even found myself attempting to work on my suzy cue (anyone who knows me knows I HATE to do suzy cue).
I’ve convinced one of the girls in my clique to learn lindy hop. My only regret is that I don’t know more moves to teach but I suppose what I do know currently should be more than enough to pull off a decent dance. My second only regret is that there aren’t more people interested in learning with any luck with this one pad wan I can affect the masses.
Pray earnestly for that to happen.
That is all
Jon.P™
Jonathan’s Gem for today: “It is better to light a candle than curse the darkness”
But that’s not what I wanted to blog about today. I’ve been reading some blogs and chatting online recently, with some of my old acquaintances and friends. Some of whom I’ve watched grow up. Trouble is the way in which they’ve grown; into semi-crazed, self-indulgent, self-righteous, misanthropic little know-it-alls stung by the intellectualism bug. There’s only room for one for one of us.
No really.
What I’ve read recently really troubles me. Criticism of the Church is fine, so long as it’s constructive and not coming from a smug sitting-in-the-congregation-“pastor entertain me”-I really wish they would allow nachos and popcorn into chapel type attitude. Worse if they’re enjoying an existential, hedonist life-style, a custom-made cocktail of theology, secular thinking, pride and hormonal urges.
No really, I am concerned for them. But I suppose I was a little like that when I was at that age. I think this really is the Lord’s department to handle these sorts of cases. I on the other hand would prescribe the school of hard knocks and publicly embarrassing situations, preferably, one involving large bovine, several forms of leather apparatuses and a questionable orange.
I’ve been running a lot and I am proud to announce that I am now capable of slow jogging 7.3 kilometers without being reduced to a crumpled pile of jogging attire, gasping for air. It should however be noted that I can and have been out stripped by a certain number of old folks, three-legged canines and the occasional stationary lamp post.
This is a nice little improvement from the original 200 meter jog-a-lot workout of my obese years, which if I may remind you, left me watering in the eyes, winded, feverish and generally stoned.
I’ve started having lindy-hop withdrawal symptoms. I know the signs full well. Breaking out in a Charleston in the mid stride (to disastrous and embarrassing effect) and sometimes when I’m alone in my room. “Dancing in the moon light” is now a trigger for a tsunami of memories of swaydar for that excellent song to dance to outdoors. I have even found myself attempting to work on my suzy cue (anyone who knows me knows I HATE to do suzy cue).
I’ve convinced one of the girls in my clique to learn lindy hop. My only regret is that I don’t know more moves to teach but I suppose what I do know currently should be more than enough to pull off a decent dance. My second only regret is that there aren’t more people interested in learning with any luck with this one pad wan I can affect the masses.
Pray earnestly for that to happen.
That is all
Jon.P™
Jonathan’s Gem for today: “It is better to light a candle than curse the darkness”
