Log in

Why can't he just be happy?

Jun. 27th, 2010 | 11:13 pm

Anyone have any idea why a computer would just suddenly stop showing pictures on webpages? The rest loads fine. J hit a button or something and is now bitching and doing his grumbling thing.

Why he has to do this IN MY BEDROOM, I have no idea. So someone tell me how to fix it for him so I can make him stop being so negative. I don't want negativity around me on bad days. In fact, I don't really want negativity around me ANYTIME. But he's pissed and won't leave, so tell me how to fix it.

Link | Leave a comment {1} | Share


Aug. 15th, 2009 | 10:52 pm


Link | Leave a comment {1} | Share

The Dick Cheney Mystery

Apr. 27th, 2008 | 01:43 pm

Link | Leave a comment {3} | Share

I love this. Have at it!

Oct. 30th, 2007 | 02:55 pm

Not only is this very fun, but it's for a good cause, too, and costs you nothing. Check it out.


Link | Leave a comment {1} | Share

So, uhm...

May. 18th, 2007 | 04:22 pm

My brother planned a keg party for tonight. While my parents are in NYC.

... yeah. After trying unsuccessfully to talk him out of it, I finally just told Al, who's taking care of it. Unfortunately, since "everybody" knows about it, I still need to stay home and yell at teenagers to stay out of my house.

So uhm, any big strong impressive-looking guys wanna come play cop? I'll feed you! Food and hanging out, and possibly bounching teenagers off the pavement... how could that be a better deal?

Link | Leave a comment {6} | Share

Walter Chesnut

May. 10th, 2007 | 02:42 am

Last week, Walter Chesnut passed away. This was a huge blow to UMass, and to the larger musical community. He was a wonderful man, an asset to all music, and an inspiration to all who knew him. Despite the challenges he faced in life, he stayed true to himself, and to his music, overcoming obstacles that would have, literally, crippled most people.

He truly lived what he taught, and his strength will be missed.

At a retirement celebration in 2001, one of his former students, Linda Hannum said, “His lessons transcend mere scales and arpeggios. He teaches us to be true to ourselves, to live with passion, to give more than anyone else expects of you, to be your best even if your best is not the best, and to be better today than you were yesterday. His message is timeless.”(Taken from the obituary)

He will be missed.

UMMB Alumni page. (Includes information on funeral arrangements.)

Tags: ,

Link | Leave a comment | Share

Summer Solstice

Apr. 29th, 2007 | 09:37 pm

I've started planning for my annual Summer Solstice BBQ already, and I want to get a date set. The Solstice itself is on a Thursday (June 21). If anyone has a problem with that date, please let me know, and I will consider moving it to Friday or Saturday.

Details will be posted as soon as I have a date.

Link | Leave a comment {2} | Share

"Goombas can suck my balls."

Apr. 27th, 2007 | 02:59 pm


Link | Leave a comment {3} | Share

Catholicism Can Save The World.

Apr. 8th, 2007 | 12:09 pm

So, for years and years now, I've thought that the worst thing that can happen to this world, as a whole, as an extended group of human beings, is a crisis of faith.

People need something to believe in. We are not built to focus on the present -- we are built to ponder mysteries, to think, to plan, to wonder. This is why we're building houses; someone thought up the concept "house" and invented it. This is why there are philosophers; someone thought up the concept "think about thinking" and started doing that instead of working. Oh my, that sounds like a priest, doesn't it? Maybe priests are just philospheres that take a bit more on faith than the average person.

Which brings me back to my first point -- the worst thing that can happen to any group of human beings is a crisis of that faith. For a modern example, just look at what's happening in the Middle East. Why are they fighting? Because they had a crisis of faith, and some people tried to leave the religion for a Westernized, secular life. Well, a bunch of bad people who didn't believe in Islam took advantage of that, twisted everything around, and used that schism caused by a crisis of faith to seperate the Muslim world. That's a bit simplified, but I don't have the patience to look up references and point to the specific events.

To go back a bit farther, look at Christianity. No one really knows how many individual religions the term "Christianity" encompasses, due to the fact that even within a denomenation, churches will differ from one another in religious beliefs. Christianity is often quotated as one of the largest religions in the world, however, Christianity itself is made up of many smaller religions, most of which argue over petty things. How many times has a Jehovah's Witness tried to "convert" a Baptist, for example? What about the fact that Protestants aren't allowed to take communion at a Catholic church?

Most of these branches came about due to a crisis of faith, which led the person having it to start their own church, which was still "Christian" in the sense that they followed the teachings of Christ, but using different religious rituals, beliefs, and rules. For an example, look at Martin Luther, who started the Protestant religion because he was dissatisfied with the Catholic view that sin needed to be absolved through confession and ritualized prayer.

To go back further, using Biblical history, the original diaspora of humans began with the Fall of Babylon. In Babylon, people decided that they could be as high as God, and started building a tower to reach the Heavens and see God. God was so angry with them that he struck down the tower and made it so no one could understand each other, and thus, never work together on such a project again. Had they accepted, on faith, that God is the Most High and they would never be able to reach Him, then there is a chance that we would all be one people.

Now, don't get me wrong; I'm not suggesting everyone go out and convert to a single religion. That would be preposterous, and would probably cause more harm than good, as it would set off a new rash of evangelizing from every religion. All I'm doing is suggesting that people try to accept, on faith, that there is a higher power, be it God, Nature, Balance, or what-have-you, and that they're all different names for the same thing.

Every religion in the world, with the exception on LaVey's Satanism (Which, personally, I think was Anton LaVey's joke on the world) have some sort of command to love each other, and live in harmony. If people went back to the roots of their religions, no matter what those religions are, it might be possible for the world to live in peace.

I'm not expecting this to reach the world. I'm not even expecting it to reach everyone on my friends list, as some of those people don't even read LJ anymore. But if I can just reach a couple people, and convince them that Christ has risen, Nature has awoken, the Wheel of Time has moved on, and these are all the same, then maybe just those few people will try to be a little more understanding that normal, and just maybe, a fight or two won't happen. Even if all I'm doing is writing this for myself, and I think on this and bow my head at the table and offer to say Christian grace for Easter, then I will have accomplished something.

After all, Easter's a celebration of spring. The Lord rises, the World awakes, and time moves on, giving us birth to balance death, spring to balance fall, warm days to balance the snow. This should be a happy time.
Tags: ,

Link | Leave a comment {15} | Share

Misty Memories

Feb. 22nd, 2007 | 08:18 pm

The engine clicks, angry at being left to cool down in the setting sun, all alone except for the rubber bases running around the pitcher’s mound, and the rocks ringing the packed dirt, taunting the car at being trapped there, as immobile as they are. “Do you really think she is coming back for you? Do you even know why you are here? We know… we remember her…”

The water rushes past, laughing at the girl sitting on the bridge. Transient and playful, it forgets, and doesn’t see anything but a young girl on a bridge. The same river is never stepped in twice, and the same water never sees the same thing. Certainly not the memories that led her here, and certainly not the origins of those memories, more than a year before.

“Why does it still hurt so badly? Shouldn’t a year and a half be enough to forget, to move on?” Her tears fall into the water, and the river mourns for her, it’s burbling becoming desolate for a second, before new laughing droplets rush to replace it.

The girl sighs, and picks herself up. Walking down the path, she runs her hand along the branches, dislodging the last few brown leaves, and letting the wind stir them as the darkening sky stirs her memories.

Reaching the meadow, she begins the circle, following a trail of memories more than any actual trail. That grove of birch, a group of friends in a basement. Those shadows, the Cabaret show that night. That moonlight-struck gust of wind as the sun disappears, a hand in the darkness. As the last of the sunlight fades, the mist rises and she walks into a land of dreams, a trail of memories.

For a moment, the past overcomes reality, and she can see her memories running through the meadow, a shadow of what used to be there. There, wolf and man superimposed, the definition of beauty loping across the cooling ground. There, a lovesick girl shivering, waiting for a meeting that never happened. In the fog, she is lost again, following her memories, crying for what used to be.

The path circles again, and she wonders if she’ll ever leave, if maybe she’ll be lost to the memories, and no one will ever find her. The wind through the trees reminds her of another night spent in this meadow, another walk across the cold grass. The distant stream becomes rhythmic, bringing her back to other memories, other places where the mist swirls and the cold seeps through to her heart.

Around the meadow, circling again, unable to see the trees or the trail, wandering alone through the night. She forgets when she is again, and reaches out for his hand, but the mist parts to reveal there is no one near her. The ground welcomes her, letting her sink down on her knees. There, on a trail of nightmares, with a blanket of mist in the night, she realizes she’s lost herself in this place of memories.

Link | Leave a comment {8} | Share