LOST
I finally caught up on Lost. A good piece of encouragement to those who aren’t caught up: half of the “spoilers” you hear are misinformed, and wrong. But I feel like if I really think about it, I can figure this thing out, and I don’t know if I really want to.
I’m upset with Them. The Man. The Management. Anyone whose authority is derived from the looming threat of police or bank action. I separate the two because you can’t really rob a bank these days, none of the money is real, so you have no ultimate recourse against someone deleting or transferring your “credits” away from you. I am upset because I don’t see what they are getting at. And I am upset with America because our country is a mockery of what it was created for. The constitution is a mystery to most citizens, and that’s ok now because a lack of educated public has created a state that no longer operates REMOTELY under Constitutional values or restrictions. You have no rights. You cannot expect to keep anything you own. Your life is invaluable and you are not entitled to anything. Or so they would have you believe.
Our whole country, and likely the world, is overloaded with a quirky stage of the cyclical nature of the universe. This stage is where the vast majority of citizens in the country are simply hanging on to what they have, and attempting to minimize time doing things they don’t like and not lose the things they DO like to do, regardless of cost to anything besides their own time/effort. They work, but only looking forward to drinking on the weekend. They pay bills to stay out of jail. They keep a house to keep a job, they keep a job to keep their habits flowing in their freetime–escapist habits, often. We live in something and our reward is the ability to dream of being outside of this something.
There is a crisis in our time, in my generation. A crisis that faces every generation, and with greater urgency as time goes on. Martin Luther King had a dream, and we all want that–a dream! A vision, a hopeful optimism that positive change is immenent and within our reach. But our time is being stolen. Stolen by what, we cannot say, but we feel it. Question to the bottoms of your motives and resources. A force that calls a Depression a “Recession” and Strong Arm Taxes “income tax”. It calls resisting thought of higher powers with the words of others “free-thinking”. It calls a War “Peacekeeping”. It calls violations “Progress” and selling out “buying in”. What baffles us the most is why. Why is this happening? Why is the ultimate question that has haunted man since he began to question, perhaps since gaining the “knowledge of all things east from west”. Why does anyone take part in this?
I ask this question of the world and see indictment of myself. I look upon the world as someone who has sinned, and cast stones as well. When we consider that casting a stone is in fact sinful, we understand the depth of our suffering. I am not sure if we are the sole cause of our own suffering, but we certainly have all had a hand in it. The Man is, in fact, everyone. Everyone plus Time equals “Them”.
The need for Redemption is day-to-day, recurring, and insistant. It’s hard to function under the weight of burdens you are trying to let go of. The Earth itself crys out for its Saviour, and sometimes it’s painful to hear. Sometimes I feel like I am learning to understand how much I Love the Spirit of God by understanding how bad I can feel wistful and needy. It’s like your lover, long distance. But sometimes I’m not sure which of us moved, and for what reason.
I could go on, but that is just some of my thoughts lately, and part of why I like Lost.
Eamon
Daycation is soon over
I recently went to a wedding in Austin, which is great for your marriage. Highly recommended. And Eli was a beast and let me indefinitely borrow his E-99 Paintball marker, which was insanely gracious!
So Apple didn’t hire me! Still out looking for work.
And I feel very strongly now against banks, altogether. I liked IBC, but I don’t support the very idea of banking anymore.
Been obsessed with Lost lately, to the point that Mae and I have our season finale to watch, and then it’s over(!) until next season. I really like that show for much more personal reasons than the good acting and enthralling plot.
I have one question to post! But it was an easy one.
Why is Fall the only season with two names(Fall and Autumn)?
-Kissy
It actually has three! “Autumn” is it’s proper name, and its meaning is simply that of the season. “Fall” is a reference to the falling of the leaves and/or temperature, more the name of an event than a season. It also used to be called Harvest, but, again, that was more a reference to an event than a season.
Job?
So Apple seems to have hired me. I’m not fully sure but I am pretty sure, which would be FANTASTIC.
I know they want enthusiasm, and I’ve got it, as long as I know my enthusiasm is well-placed! And it’s funny, I’ve never quit a job because I have another job before. It’s awkward. It’s like, “It’s not you, it’s me, you’re not really what I’m looking for, and I’ve found someone else. There’s other fish in the sea.” Except this job would probably be like saying that to a hooker you frequently visit, and because you’re getting married. Ok maybe I go to far.
LOST season 3 is rocking my face off. I looooove that show. It’s the best show ever made.
Eamon
Questions!
Why are you so awesome?
- Patty Mayonnaise
Awesome…what a word. You know, it’s use is set aside in the Bible exclusively for reference to God Himself, as He is the only source of true AWE. He is full of AWE-SOME-NESS. Any resemblance you find is directly Jesus’ doing.
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What are the the differences between Death Metal, Black Metal, Hair Metal, Metal… etc.
What is “Metal”? If they are all so different, why are they all still “metal”?
- Cameron, of cameronasa.com fame
OH BOY. Now that’s a doozy. Any sharp objects about? No? Ok. See, it’s a divisive subject because there are not a lot of people who agree on which band is what and what counts as which, usually because some fans like to avoid certain labels and some label advocates like to avoid certain bands. Metal–the word–was first used to describe Black Sabbath’s sounds as “Heavy metal rain falling from the sky”, doomy, apocalyptic, entrancing, and consuming. “Heavy” was a hippy word, for something big, serious, enveloping, important, mind-altering. All bands influenced by Black Sabbath or by other bands influenced in turn by Black Sabbath can rightfully be called metal. More than 2 steps away and it usually gets pretty watered-down.
Within Metal, there are common trends and intensity levels that have gotten names, but each is not a new genre, but a sub-genre. Black metal, NuMetal, Hair Metal, Glam Metal, Death Metal, etc. I can’t give you a factual answer about every one of them, because there are just flat too many. In the documentary “Metal: A Headbanger’s Journey” you will likely find the answer to any and all of your metal-related questions. I HIGHLY recommend it to anyone and everyone with an open mind and interest in metal.
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Is this the blog of that rapper who wrote that bitchin’ song “Fuck It (I don’t want you back)”? Duuuuuude, I love that song.
-Brian
No.
Watching Say Anything for the first time. I’m considering putting a new place on the site for movie reviews. Burn After Reading comes out today…wish I had the money to go to the movies.
I guess Apple isn’t calling me for a REASON at this point. It’s actually really frustrating to me that employers don’t give their applicants REASONS for approval or denial.
Hurricane Ike…I’m actually really tired of hearing about hurricanes. There is life after hurricanes, and people get told to leave their towns WAY too early. It takes like one day to evacuate Rockport, but there’s been a mandatory evac for a while now. I’ve never left town for a storm, and my family actually fixed our house and yard in preparation for the INEVITABLE hurricane on the coast. Also, I have a real beef with weathermen. They are modern day town shamans, and I put no stock in what they say, beyond “looks cloudy out”. I’d listen to an old local with a bad knee LONG before I’d trust some talking showbiz suit on tv.
In other news, I’m really distressed from not playing any kind of game anymore. It’s starting to eat at me, and I can feel it in my brain.
Eamon
Work?
So I get to work at the buttcrack of dawn this morning, 6:40, and find out that my coworker isn’t coming in to prep food. So I do all that, then unload all the stuff the truck brought in, and somehow, I still made it out in the 3 hours I was scheduled for. I’m so sick of working in a restaurant–It’s silly work, honestly, and the pay is well below meager.
Before work, as I ate breakfast, I overheard 2 med students discussing their study habits before getting to the studying part. One seemed kind of slow, but what he understood, he obviously knew for sure. The other talked a lot, but thought she had it all together(never a good sign). She said of another student,”Yeah, I can study with him, but he argues the chapter, and I don’t have time for that. I just want to say,’what do I need to know?’ and then remember that for the test.” I seriously hope she doesn’t keep this kind of thing up throughout life, when she’s shoving needles into people and assigning medications. They went on to disagree about what the “trachea” is, and if it’s in your throat, and then she told him that the prefixes ‘naso’ and ‘oro’ aren’t latin, they are “just like nasal, you know, nose? Some things we do are latin, but these aren’t.”
This is why I prefer to let my body heal itself. What do you call someone who graduates med school at the TOP of their class? Doctor. What do you call someone who graduates med school at the BOTTOM of their class? Doctor. There’s no way to ensure that the people we have such blind faith in to be experts on the subject of ourselves aren’t just wealthy/welfare kids who skated through some career program, and are now putting in your fake, thousand dollar teeth when the dentist is drilling holes in someone else.
But it also made me realize that I’d probably do very well in school. I forgot that the reason I stopped going was because I didn’t know what subject or why to graduate, not because school wasn’t something I could do. Maybe if I decide on a career that I actually want to do, I’ll get to school, cause I’m pretty sure it’d be cake.
Eamon
Questions!
Why is Thai food so spicy?
-PK
Cause Thai chiles are hot!
Who put the bop in the bop-she-bop-she-bop?
Who put the dip in the dip-de-dip-de-dip?
-PK
This isn’t really one question, but because it’s from Barry Mann’s 1961 DooWop hit, “Who put the bomp?” I’ll give it a collective go. It’s actually a pop reference to songs that were recently famous! The Bomp was put in the Bomp A Bomp A Bomp by The Marcels in a cover of Blue Moon. The Ram was put in the Ram-A-Lam-A-Ding-Dong by The Edsels, in a song of the same name. Jan and Dean put the Dip in the Dip-De-Dip-De-Dip in their cover of Heart and Soul.
I doubt anyone can really take credit for the first instance of any of these, considering they are just nonsense syllables, created by kids who were too poor to purchase instruments beyond their own voices during and after the Great Depression. So I suppose the cause is in the Depression, which was caused by our detestable modern financial system, which is caused by the Federal Reserve, an idea pushed by Alexander Hamilton. Hamilton shall get no credit for good things here, and doowop is a fond childhood memory of mine, so I’m going to say that Thomas Jefferson had to have put it there. In some manner.
Watching antiques roadshow…love it!
So I’ve yet to hear back from Apple regarding work…lame!
In other news, for people who don’t know me, I figured I’d put a little down about myself, until there’s a bio, of course!
My name’s Eamon Burke, I don’t believe in rhetorical questions. People find it hard to deal with the fact that I leave no question uninvestigated. I don’t set out to insult, nothing I say or do is intended solely to harm. I have a wide array of passions and interests, and most of the things I really think about these days cannot be put into words. I’d either make a wonderful or miserable student.
I love questions–riddles, trivia, history, even the indeterminate/theoretical/subjective. I do hold strong beliefs about things, and have no desire to separate my opinion from fact. The truth is, I always thought it a bit ridiculous that every single thing someone states in an academic setting must be proven to have first been said by some other guy, preferably dead, and written down. Otherwise, it can’t be true! I hold that the burden of proof lies on the prosecution, though most people are too lazy to learn the HOW and(more importantly) WHY of what they believe or know; and those that do are no longer trained in how to be civil or even sporting.
That’s enough of that! After all, most introductions to people are more like disclaimers or sales pitches. Wanna know something? Ask! I hope there will be a separate section for questions alone in the future, but for now, they’ll just get posted on here!
Eamon
New site!
Well, this site is finally up. I’ve actually been looking forward to it for quite a while, and I do believe I just might make this my main blog! Don’t cry Livejournal, I’ll still watch your friends page.
I am still thinking up how I want this place to look/work/feel, but I’ve gotten one question so far, from my first Pastor, Doctor Brother Pastor Kevin Muilenburg. And don’t be afraid to send questions in! Anything and everything goes, and there will be a way to search for questions so I don’t get the same questions a thousand times(as often). I’ll be using this blog as my personal blog, so people can kinda see my personality, and also I like journaling.
Eamon