Saturday, July 31, 2010
I am super excited about Hey Monday's new music video! I love their lead singer Cassadee Pope. She is so chic and stylish, despite being the only female member of the band. On a side note, her new hair style is gorgeous, and I think that will be the look I try out on my next haircut. If you're looking to find Hey Monday this summer, they are touring with Warped Tour!
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
I'm talking about taking the entire social experience of college and putting it on the internet.
That's what this movie is about. Facebook. Things written there aren't written in pencil. It's ink. Permanent. Lasting. Forever.
There are several directions I could take this post. I could hit the world upside the head with my Jane Austen action figure and demand we all go back to quill pens and paper. Long love letters, and stories of balls and lace. I could preach my homeschool stance, saying that too much socialism leads to terrible things like holding hands (I suppose I must point out that I'm being humorous here, because some of you might think I'm actually serious).
I am anxious to see where this film goes. Right now, I can't imagine a world without Facebook. There are so many people I would never talk to without it. Yes, this is a horrible reality to be faced with, but none the less, a true one. At the same time, I don't think there is a single person out there who hasn't been injured by the site. It could be that their self esteem went down because of some girl's air brushed photos, or the fact that they don't have as many friends as so-and-so.
The more I think about it, the more I can correlate it to People Magazine. There is a small part in each of us that wonders what it's like to be famous. Facebook gives us that glimpse! Our relationships and breakups are plastered around like entertainment. Our vacation photos viewed with envy. Our status updates gleaming with over dramatized adventure stories of going to the movies. Yet, we adore it. In February 2004, Mark Zuckerberg and co-founders Dustin Moskovitz, Chris Hughes and Eduardo Saverin, did actually launch Facebook from their Harvard dorm room. Since then, the site has reached over 400 million users. 50% of them log on to Facebook on any given day. People spend over 500 billion minutes on Facebook every month.
So what is it about Facebook that draws us in? Let me help you out. These stories were taken from the recently added application Facebook Stories:
"A woman's Facebook status updates from her mobile phone become a lifeline for her and a group of 36 people traveling in Haiti during the earthquake. A recently laid-off man lands a new job by reaching out to his friends on Facebook. After 15 years apart, a father reconnects with his daughter through Facebook" just to name a few.
Despite my post, you must decide for yourself. Is this the culture of death at it's highest? Or just another MySpace? I like to hope the site will take a turn for the better, and that I can use it to express my creative side, as well as my Catholic stance.
Either way, I know the site will live on.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
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"It is worth repeating at this point the theories that Ford had come up with, on his first encounter with human beings, to account for their peculiar habit of continually stating and restating the very, very obvious, as in "It's a nice day," or "You're very tall," or "So this is it, we're going to die".His first theory was that if human beings didn't keep exercising their lips, their mouths probably seized up.After a few months of observation he had come up with a second theory, which was this - "If human beings don't keep exercising their lips, their brains start working".In fact, this second theory is more literally true of the Belcerebon people of Kakrafoon.The Belcerebon people used to cause great resentment and insecurity amongst neighboring races by being one of the most enlightened, accomplished, and above all quiet civilizations in the Galaxy. As a punishment for this behavior, which was held to be offensively self righteous and provocative, a Galactic Tribunal inflicted on them that most cruel of all social diseases, telepathy. Consequently, in order to prevent themselves broadcasting every slightest thought that crosses their minds to anyone within a five mile radius, they now have to talk very loudly and continuously about the weather, their little aches and pains, the match this afternoon and what a noisy place Kakrafoon has suddenly become."
My true hope is that this post convinces one of you to read the book, because then I will have someone to talk about it with! If this goal is reached, I will truly be able to say this was a successful Truthful Tuesday :)
Monday, July 19, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
The fear of fail hovers over us. The society we live in now has only compounded this fear. The concept of doing anything different, or inconsistent with the norm of your peers, with simply get you thrown into the fire. I am blessed with wonderful parents, who have done so much to support and nurture the creative side of myself, and my brothers. Why? Because they rightly think that it is important. I truly believe that my gifts are on loan from God. I, as a human, possess nothing. There is nothing inside of me that makes me able to play the piano with any decency. I know there are moments, glorious moments, where the song is magnificent. Where something from within is pouring out of me with such perfection that it simply can not be me. Before I get carried away, you must understand that these moments come about once every two months. Of course I ask myself if it's worth it. I am putting in ten hours of practice a week, for about 2 minutes of perfection. You better be sure that I doubt myself! There are so many days that I don't show up for "my job." I know I will never be the best. My senior recital was exactly this kind of event. The music flowed from me, like never before. And now I sit at the piano thinking "I will never be able to top that".
As a Catholic, I believe that this genius is the Holy Spirit. That when the spirit is within me, I am able to play and perform in this way. I am almost always able to directly correlate my prayer life with playing the piano, and that is sometimes the most frightening of all.
I wanted to take this opportunity to inform you, that I now have my own computer!! I purchased the 13in. Mac Book Pro with my graduation/summer job money. If you were wondering, yes, I have an unhealthy love for it. It is the cheese to my macaroni. I adore it.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Do you have those days that feel like your just spinning out of control? Like it's just one bad thing after another? Usually the low point for me is when my emotions and thoughts start turning against me. I can convince myself into thinking that things are a lot worse than they actually are. Have you ever stopped to realize that your thoughts and emotions are not you? You can be in control of them! Depressing thoughts do not make you a depressing person and sad emotions do not make you a sad person. It's what you do with those moments that make you, you.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
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Saturday, July 3, 2010
One of the major problems encountered in time travel is not that of accidentally becoming your own father or mother. There is no problem involved in becoming your own father or mother that a broad-minded and well-adjusted family can’t cope with. There is no problem about changing the course of history - the course of history does not change because it all fits together like a jigsaw. All the important changes have happened before the things they were supposed to change and it all sorts itself out in the end.
The major problem is quite simply one of grammar, and the main work to consult in this matter is Dr. Dan Streetmentioner’s “Time Traveler’s Handbook of 1001 Tense Formations”. It will tell you, for instance, how to describe something that was about to happen to you in the past before you avoided it by time-jumping forward two days in order to avoid it. The event will be described differently according to whether you are talking about it from the standpoint of your own natural time, from a time in the further future, or a time in the further past and is further complicated by the possibility of conducting conversations while you are actually traveling from one time to another with the intension of becoming your own mother or father.
Most readers get as far as the Future Semiconditionally Modified Subinverted Plagal Past Subjunctive Intentional before giving up; and in fact in later editions of the book all the pages beyond this point have been left blank to save on printing costs.
The Hitchhicker’s Guide to the Galaxy skips lightly over this tangle of academic abstration, pausing only to note that the term “Future Perfect” has been abandoned since it was discovered not to be.
The Restaurant at the end of the Universe is one of the most extraordinary ventures in the entire history of catering. It is built on the fragmented remains of an eventually ruined planet which is (wioll haven be) enclosed in a vast time bubble and projected forward in time to the precise moment of the End of the Universe.
This is, many would say, impossible.
In it, guests take (willan on-take) their places at table and eat (willan on-eat) sumptuous meals while watching (willing watchen) the whole of creation explode around them.
This, many would say, is equally impossible.
You can arrive (mayan arrivan on-when) for any sitting you like without prior (late fore-when) reservation because you can book retrospectively, as it were, when you return to your own time (you can have on-book haventa forewhen presooning returningwenta retrohome).
This is, many would now insist, absolutely impossible.
At the Restaurant you can meet and dine with (mayan meetan con with dinan on when) a fascinating cross-section of the entire population of space and time.
This, it can be explained patiently, is also impossible.
You can visit it as many times as you like (mayan on-visit reonvisiting… and so on - for further tense correction consult Dr. Streetmentioner’s book) and be sure of never meeting yourself, because of the embarrassment this usually causes.
This, even if the rest were true, which it isn’t, is patiently impossible, say the doubters.
All you have to do is deposit one penny in a savings account in your own era, and when you arrive at the End of Time the operation of compound interest means that the fabulous cost of your meal has been paid for.
This, many claim, is not merely impossible but clearly insane, which is why the advertising executives of the star system of Bastablon came up with this slogan: “If you’ve done six impossible things this morning, why not round it off with breakfast at Milliways, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe?”
- DOUGLAS ADAMS