Archive for June 2012

Lets talk chiasmus

i am supposed to be writing a paper on global warming.
but instead im watching The Great Gatsby (the 1976, Robert Redford version)
and thinking about chiasmus.
(i also woke up thinking it was saturday)
i didn't realize until today, while trying to talk about this kind of thing with a classmate, that a lot of people dont know what a chiasmus is.
So, chiasmus comes from some greek word that means "to shape like the letter X"
it is basically a figure of speech where two or more clauses are related to each other through a reversal of structures in order to make some kind of point. There is parallelism. It's a criss cross structure. ABBA form. Geeet it?
k.
well, this kind of thing shows up in the scriptures quite a lot  (iv'e been reading in Matthew,which provoked these thoughts)
examples:
Matthew 7:6
aGive not that which is bholy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your cpearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.
or this one:
Isaiah 6:10
 10 Make the aheart of this people fat, and make their ears heavy, and bshut their eyes; lest they see with their eyes, and hear with their ears, and understand with their heart, and convert, and be healed.


any way, this really has nothing to do with anything. so, happy friday...!



i dont mean to sound like a brat (or maybe i do)
but i just want to see this already!




oh yeah.

i think this might be the only photo we have together:
(thanks to Mel)
But,
Incase you didn't know
we're in love and stuff and
we're getting married.


i feel sick.
but only when i sit up.
so today im laying down.
in fact, im laying down and listening to Ray LaMontagne
and reading Buddy Wakefield poems
and skipping work
and my one class. (sorry mom)
im learning about Tibet
and figuring out the harmonica
and de-cluttering in my mind
and watching the Bill Cosby show
and then i ll probably get up and do something.
probably.

Play.

i like to play.
no, in fact
i loooove to play.
im sure like most people, 
id rather play than do anything else.
every semester i feel bad for my roommates because they get to constantly hear me say
"wanna play?"
"Can some one play with me?"
"I JUST WANT TO PLAY!"
you know, things of that nature.
(i will blame this on my family and the fact that we played/play so much)
sometimes i feel bad that i want to play so much.
like its not normal or something.
luckily i have some really great people in my life who love to play as much as i do.
yesterday i had a really good conversation with a friend about play.
and then i found this TED video on the same subject.
Stuart Brown is a pioneer in research on play.
he made some, what i consider, valid points in my mind.


"Nothing lights up the brain like play. Three-dimensional play fires up the cerebellum, puts a lot of impulses into the frontal lobe -- the executive portion -- helps contextual memory be developed, and -- and, and, and."


"The opposite of play is not work, it's depression. And I think if you think about life without play -- no humor, no flirtation, no movies, no games, no fantasy and, and, and. Try and imagine a culture or a life, adult or otherwise without play. And the thing that's so unique about our species is that we're really designed to play through our whole lifetime. "

Soooo...
wanna play?

Dandelion Wine

Bradbury expresses things for me that i couldn't put into words myself.
if youve never read it, and want a good summer read. 
you should read it.


“A good night sleep, or a ten minute bawl, or a pint of chocolate ice cream, or all three together, is good medicine.” 


“I’m ALIVE. Thinking about it, noticing it, is new. You do things and don’t watch. Then all of a sudden you look and see what you’re doing and it’s the first time, really. I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired, now, let me feel tired. I mustn't forget, I'm alive, I know I'm alive, I mustn't forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that.” 


“We are not the jobs we do
Or the objects we possess
Or the media we consume.
We are fragile bones.
Our brother's as delicate as we feel inside ourselves.” 



"Important thing is not the me that's lying here, but the me that's sitting on the edge of the bed looking back at me, and the me that's downstairs cooking supper, or out in the garage under the car, or in the library reading. All the new parts, they count. I'm not really dying today. No person ever died that had a family. "



lub dis.

One day, I'll find just that friend who can see
All this weird beauty
Thrown right at me

blog blurg

the internet at our apartment has been strange.
it randomly wont let us view certain websites.
like blogs.
i had lots of things i wanted to share.
but forget it.
instead you get some edward sharpe.
(have you head their new album? i might be diggin it pretty hard this week.)

This morning I have a thing for paper art: (meaning art made out of paper not just on paper.)





that is neat.

holy moly

i can not wait for basketball and soccer games to be over.
this is what ive been seeing and hearing at work all day lately,
















sports center.
usually its on all ten screens. but i cant allow that any more.
i just cant.

did you know?

i like owls.
probably too much.
but i have good reasons for liking them, which im not going to list right now.
but look at these guys:



i have lots of owl "things" 
But my newest addition is the best.
my mother made it.
its huge.
its soft
and its knitted.
when i pulled it out for the first time i couldn't stop laughing.
im not sure why, because i really love it.
like i've said before, moms are the best.

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