Mondaybusiness vol. 2
I watched the Oscars last night. What a terrifically terrible spectacle. Jon Stewart was brilliant, the montages were over-the-top but touching, and the awards were exciting. But I refuse to support any institution that awards an incomprehensible rap group over an American icon like Dolly Parton. Don't worry Dolly - if the Oscars don't recognize your incredible awesomeness, you should want nothing to do with them.
My neighbor does yoga every morning, and my friend Paul does sit ups and push-ups every morning. I need to bring discipline back into my life with some sort of morning movement. I did a yoga DVD this morning and tomorrow I'll try those push-ups. Good luck, oh she of the weak upper body.
In general, Mondays don't bug me too much. They do, however, raise my blood pressure to an unhealthy level. Luckily by dinnertime I'm back to my usual normal self, but for a few hours there...it gets intense.
I listened to some great music today: Pet Shop Boys' Discography and Garmarna's Hildegard von Bingen. I see nothing odd about this duality in my musical tastes.
Good God, combat boots are made for walkin', and generally being a total bad-ass. I love mine. I gain a swagger when I wear them. I will try to wear my combat boots at least 3 times a week. Only downside? Lacing and unlacing and lacing and unlacing.
I need to learn how to shoot a rubber band. I look embarassingly silly when I try, and usually end up just hitting myself on the nose.
Someone asked me today "Why do you believe in God?" I was going to write all this theory and explanation and such, but I just erased it all and wrote back "Because."
My neighbor does yoga every morning, and my friend Paul does sit ups and push-ups every morning. I need to bring discipline back into my life with some sort of morning movement. I did a yoga DVD this morning and tomorrow I'll try those push-ups. Good luck, oh she of the weak upper body.
In general, Mondays don't bug me too much. They do, however, raise my blood pressure to an unhealthy level. Luckily by dinnertime I'm back to my usual normal self, but for a few hours there...it gets intense.
I listened to some great music today: Pet Shop Boys' Discography and Garmarna's Hildegard von Bingen. I see nothing odd about this duality in my musical tastes.
Good God, combat boots are made for walkin', and generally being a total bad-ass. I love mine. I gain a swagger when I wear them. I will try to wear my combat boots at least 3 times a week. Only downside? Lacing and unlacing and lacing and unlacing.
I need to learn how to shoot a rubber band. I look embarassingly silly when I try, and usually end up just hitting myself on the nose.
Someone asked me today "Why do you believe in God?" I was going to write all this theory and explanation and such, but I just erased it all and wrote back "Because."
posted by The Semi-Pro Chef at Monday, March 06, 2006
1 Comments:
Questions like 'why does one believe in God'(Q1) is sometimes simply equivalent to your answer 'because.'
The more pertinent question is 'why does one not believe in God,'(Q2) not as a patronizing or a condescending inquiry, but simply because the answer to Q1 is infinite, and at the same time can be infinitely cliche without having first considered Q2.
"Why do I believe in God, because there is suffering, because there is pain, because people tell stories, because there is goodness, because, because, because...where would you like me to start?"
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