how do you feel?

A Short Quiz:

1. As the year comes to a close, how do you feel?
A. tired.
B. exhausted
C. disillusioned
D. all of the above
E. none of the above

2. Why are you looking forward to the summer?
A. Working is better than school.
B. I'll be off community standards
C. Nothing will change. (who keeps community standards anyways...)

3. What will next year look like?
A. Better
B. Worse
C. The same

4. Please explain your answer to question 3

Thank you for your participation in this quiz.

Attention B.C. Voters

Before you go to the polls, you should know that all three candidates -- Gordon Campbell, Carole James, and Adriane Carr -- have secretly taken advice from Satan.
For some fun political commentary, compliments of the Prince of Darkness himself, check out this article.

(Kris' note: notice the refererence to my riding, Powell River-Sunshine Coast?)

i have measured out my life in...

if ts eliot measured out his life with coffee spoons, then I could measure my life with coffee cups. while writing three papers in the last two weeks, my room has been the home of numerous cups of coffee, a desperate to keep my energy level high to produce profundity in mere words - close to 10,000 words worth of analysis to be evaluated and given a grade.
I will be happy when it is finished.

reflections on God on a sunday afternoon

today in the church, the pastor was talking about Faith and Science. I think the title of the Sermon was something along the lines of "Can a smart person believe in God?" It was interesting, as I was listening to him speak, I realized how much my mindset towards the whole thing had changed so much in my last two years of being at TWU. He pointed to the 1953 Miller Experiment (creating amino acids) and how it had been later disproved, which I interpreted as a sort of 'science-is-fallible' type of argument. I'm not sure why, but I just don't find arguments such as that compelling anymore.
Perhaps I have just become increasingly sick of 'rational' arguments for the existence of God. Philosophically speaking, God is a problem for His existence can neither be proved nor disproved. And I am beginning to believe, more and more, that in my finitude, I will simply have to accept most of what I believe simply as belief. But I am not bothered by that.
Why do we feel so compelled to "prove" the existence of God? And why do we feel it so necessary to intellectualize Him, interrogate Him, and rape Him of His mystery? Our belief in Him is not any less valid simply because we cannot know everything about Him.
I don't think we ever really "know" anything -- that is, with any certainty. Are we not condemned to merely "see through a glass darkly"?
I'm sick of seeing God as a list of characteristics determined by human logic. When did He stop being God?

I'm still alive... barely

an over-dramatic title? maybe. but after yesterday, I certainly felt like it was over... or least, I wanted it to be over. Academically speaking, this semester has been depressing. I have learned a lot from my classes, but I have sneaking suspicion that my grades (at least in some of my classes) will not reflect that. Ironically, the two classes I have had the most trouble with this semester are my English classes. I began to wonder why I am an English major.
but I digress.
right now, I am enjoying a cup of Chai Spice Black Tea. Oh-so-enjoyable. If it were rain, I would say it's puddle-wonderful.

I'd like to begin writing a novel this summer. I have a protagonist and a setting, but the rest is still up in the air. Luckily, I have been endowed with a remarkably well-preserved 1930's typewriter (thanks Chris) to help me on my way to literary greatness.

Speaking of which, I'm off to read "L'etranger" by Albert Camus, so I'll leave you with a quote from the book:
Mersault, who will soon be excuted for killing a man, has just finished getting angry with a priest who cannot understand his indifference towards life:

"I... felt ready to start life all over again. Itwas as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I'd been happy, and that I was happy still."