Random thoughts

I hate winter. I used to like it, but the ice storm we had in January completely changed my perspective.

I heard on the radio the other day that two books in the Bible, Esther and Song of Solomon, don’t mention God. Strange.

Pineapple Express is so freakin’ funny.

I am learning to not judge my paternal grandparents so harshly. They are who they are, and they aren’t going to change any more than I am. I’ve been spending quite a bit more time with them since going to work for my father, and it never fails to amaze me how physically fragile they have become.

We have been doing little projects around the house lately. One of the things we are planning to start within the next few weeks is replacing all the stained/varnished doors and trim with white.

Chris Brown is an idiot… and so is Rihanna for going back to him.

Do they really expect people to not continue calling it the Sears Tower?

Honey went with his mother to put their dog to sleep yesterday. Sparky had been with the family ever since he was a puppy and remained there after both Honey and his sister grew up and moved out of the house. Needless to say, it’s a great loss for all of them, but especially his mom.

I played Poker for the first time last night when we stopped by the home of our friends, Todd and Kelly. It all seemed terribly confusing at first, but I did pretty good once I figured out it was all about the ability to bluff.

I am making the switch from Microsoft Expression Web to Macromedia Dreamweaver for managing websites. It’s quite a bit different visually, but I think it will be far superior once I get used to it.

Unexpected revelation

God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him. – I John 4:16

A moment of clarity can materialize in the most unlikely of places – like while watching Kinsey on IFC a few nights ago. Who would have ever thought that I might have my faith strengthened while viewing a movie about sex research?

The film tells the story of Alfred Kinsey, author of the bestselling Kinsey Reports, a set of frank and scientific publications dealing with sexuality. After years of “hands-on” research had left the personal lives of his staff in ruins, one associate brought up the fact that Kinsey seemed to be incapable of understanding that love is one of the most essential components of sexual behavior. Kinsey replied, “Love is impossible to measure and impossible to quantify, and without measuring there can be no science.” That’s when the proverbial light bulb appeared over my head.

It feels like my faith has been on life support for many years; still there but virtually nonexistent. For so long I’ve questioned the reality of a higher power, mainly because there isn’t any tangible evidence that He exists. On the other hand, I believe in love regardless of the lack of evidence that it is anything more than a pleasant mixture of hormones and brain chemicals. I know it exists because (as cliched as it may sound) I can feel it in my heart.

The irony in all of this is that the Bible makes it clear that God is love. If God=love and love=God, is it really possible to believe in one without the other? Perhaps not. And maybe my feelings are sufficient enough evidence for both.

Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. – Hebrews 11:1

Right here, right now

I remember one morning getting up at dawn. There was such a sense of possibility. You know that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself, ‘So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And, of course, there will always be more.’ It never occurred to me it wasn’t the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.

Meryl Streep, ‘The Hours’

Blogbits

Debt – As of yesterday, I am officially free of credit card debt! I had over $6000 of charges racked up this time last year, so the relief I feel is exquisite.

Cats – I cannot stand having pets in the house. Don’t get me wrong… I love my cats, but life has become a constant cycle of lint rollers, cleaning up cat vomit, and scooping litter boxes. I’m beginning to think that it’s really not worth all the effort.

The Strangers – This was one of the most suspenseful, terrifying movies that I’ve ever seen. I screamed so loud that we were afraid the neighbors might call the police.

Neighbor – Our 90-year-old neighbor took an ambulance ride to the emergency room last night because she was feeling really bad. Turns out the bottom number of her blood pressure was only eighteen! This resulted in her temporarily losing her vision, but after a full checkup and some fluids, she was able to return home around 1 o’clock this morning.

Wal-Mart Sucks – I know I shop at WM way too much, but what other alternatives do I have in this pathetic town? Anystore, I found a bed-in-a-bag set that I really liked and bought it last night. Today, after washing the sheets twice with fabric softener to get them nice and comfy, I discovered that a Wal-Mart “queen” must be a completely different size than anywhere else. The sheets wouldn’t even begin to fit on our bed.

The purpose of art

“The purpose of art is to comfort the afflicted, and to afflict the comfortable.”

That quote was posted in the comments section over at Fighting Windmills several months ago, and it crossed my mind this evening after watching a foreign film that left me feeling quite uncomfortable.

The Bubble tells the rather tortured love story of two men living in Israel – one Palestinian and one Jewish. The conflict between their two regions threatens to tear them apart at every turn, but they struggle through, determined to have a relationship despite the odds. The shocking ending left me feeling terribly disturbed, sheltered, and thankful to be living in a country where my problems are more like minor inconveniences when compared to other parts of the world.

‘As Good as it Gets’

A few nights ago we watched the film As Good As It Gets, which stars Jack Nicholson as an author battling OCD. I’ve seen it several times, but always thoroughly enjoy it.

During one scene, Nicholson stands in the waiting room of his psychiatrist’s office, looks around at those suffering from unknown ills and disorders, and asks the pertinent question, “What if this is as good as it gets?”

That made me think a bit. I’m always looking for something better, banking on someday. Someday we’ll have the house we want, someday we’ll be out of debt, someday we’ll be able to get married.

Even though I don’t think there’s anything wrong with having dreams of a better tomorrow, I do think it’s sad that I can’t live in the moment and be satisfied with what I am currently blessed with.

With the cost of living skyrocketing while the economy goes down the tubes, it is quite possible that this is as good as it gets, so I’m going to try to be a little more thankful and content with all that God has given me.