Demolition of Opinion

Frugal Bride

2004-06-15T19:49:00.000-04:00

You know, this wedding thing is really bogus. I can't believe how much emphasis people put on tradition, leaving no room for individuality and personal expressiveness. I keep hearing comments like:

"Oh, you aren't having a cake? Well, that's different, isn't it?"

"You have how many bridesmaids? Five! That's HUGE!"

"You're having the wedding in Hamilton? Ew, it's gross."

Etc., etc.,

I am also finding that the more I plan this wedding, the more I despise the global (or specifically, North American/European)system. Nothing is ever easy, and you can't survive without a mastercard. And why do I have to put deposits on EVERYTHING?!!! I try to cut costs wherever possible, but this wedding thing is like the hoover vaccuum of the societal sphere.

All in all, I am actually really enjoying the minute details of planning this wedding. It can be a very personal and wonderful way to creatively express the relationship you share with your other half. Jay and I are pleasantly surprised with just how well things are coming along, and can hardly wait for JB5 to play at our reception. There's nothing like live jazz and chocolate covered fruit (instead of the cake) to make it feel like it was all worth it!!!

I am SCHMOOTH...oh and STAG AND DOE.

2004-06-14T14:39:00.000-04:00

So, I have had the most unbelievably crazy past few weeks. I have never felt more horribly uncoordinated and awkward than in this past month. It all started a few weeks ago when I was working out (bad idea...never go to Body PUMP when you think you're going to Body Flow...my body definitely flows more than it pumps) and I severely pulled a muscle in my right arm that kept me from using it for a few days. That same weekend I was at a get together with the girls from Dorm 11, when Ashley accidentally smushed my finger in the car door...and on the same debilitated right arm! So then, I went home, which seemed like a safe idea, and I dyed my hair what was supposed to be a coppery red colour, and it turned out orange! I had this gigantic orange streak down the back of my head, something like a mohawk, which I am sure you can imagine looked awesome on me! So if that wasn't enough, I started my first shift doing catering for the Parkwood gala, which is a silent auction fundraiser for the Oshawa hospital. The ballroom was beautiful! Entirely marble, exquisite chandeliers, impeccable table arrangements...the whole place was enchanting. Especially, when I dropped three beautiful entrees on the floor. And then cried.Then, a few days ago I got in my first car accident. I won't even get into those details...thankfully, it wasn't anything serious. But, wow. Do I ever feel graceful, elegant and dainty.

So enough about that. The EXCITING news is that our Stag and Doe is this coming weekend, and it is going to be one incredible time! Melissa, Katrina, Mira, Ashley, Dylon and Chris have put an amazing amount of time into organizing this thing, and I am so thrilled with how it's turned out! I am going to post the info from Kat below. I would love to see you guys there!

RACHEL AND JASON’S CONCERT STAG AND DOE!!!

The marvelous RACHEL EPPS and the stunning JASON LEGG are soon to be married!

On June 18th,

there’s going to be a HUGE party, and YOU want to be there!

The evening features a BBQ starting at 6:30pm, lots of FANTASTIC games, and an amazing CONCERT starting at 8pm!

This gala is in the wonderful Dylon Nofziger’s backyard, so you will want to come prepared with lawn chairs. The event is also BYOB (Bring Your Own Booze), but there will be lots of delicious refreshments available at the party. The concert features amazing musical talent, such as the great tunes of James Blomendaal, Laura Stewart, Ashley Hayman, Mikey Arce, Nathan Martin, Ben Goheen, and Mira Ponomarenko!

So buy your ticket today! Tickets are $8 and we would love it if you bought them in advance from Mira Ponomarenko at 905-304-6510, Ashley Hayman at 519-622-8026, or Dylon Nofziger at 905-304-9145 .

So please spread the word around (forward this email :o)!) about this great time on June 18th and I hope to see you there – it’s going to be an AWESOME time!

Directions to Dylon’s backyard:

-from the 403 (and/or QEW… just take the QEW to the 403 Brantford):

Take the Garner Road exit. Turn left onto Garner/Rymal Road. Just before the Redeemer University College building, turn left onto Kitty Murry Lane. The house in on the right, and is #421.

-from the LINC take the Garth St exit. Turn away from the lake (if you’re going East take a left) all the way down Garth Street. Almost at the end, turn right on Garner Road/Rymal Road. Just past Redeemer University College, turn right on Kitty Murry Lane, and Dylon’s house is # 421.

Rach <><

Lethargy is bliss

2004-05-05T17:53:00.000-04:00

Ok, I know it has been forever since I last wrote. I have heard the many, many complaints and the comments that I have no excuses for abandoning my blog for such an extended time. To be completely honest, I would sit and stare at my computer thinking "I really should blog" and then the next instant say "meh" and go downstairs to get a spoonful of peanut butter (or some other quirky thing I eat). I feel like my brain has been on pause since I came home. I have been sleeping, eating, and sleeping. There's been some praying. There's been some movement on the part of my legs... occasionally. But, until yesterday I felt like I was in perma-lethargic mode. Leave it to Mira to say "Come on old lady, let's go" and drag me all over Toronto with her. My body is KILLING me today. But at least I feel like there is actually blood pumping through my veins.

So yeah, Mira and I went into Toronto yesterday to do some bridesmaids dress shopping. I was up at 6:30 a.m. to catch the Go into the city and then Mira and I gallavanted all over TO on another one of our adventures. We had some strange experiences. There was definitely this little old Asian man who tried to bowl me over with his cart. I mean, like I tried to dodge him and he pointed his cart straight at me and like a raging bull plowed toward me. He ran over my foot! Later we were walking by this homeless guy who was nurturing his four pet rats on his arm. That was...weird.

I don't know what it is about being on the subway in Toronto, but for some reason I always feel like I am in a movie. The strangest feeling is when I look at all the people around me, and in good ol' familiar dramatic style I wonder to myself "Where is that person going? Where have they come from? Who are they going home to? Anyone? What is their life story?" And then it occurs to me that none of those people know who I am either. I am just a number. Another person. What is happening in my life may or may not be a question on their mind when they look at me. I am just some girl that evaporates from their memory as soon as I step off that magical sub-terranean vehicle. It's a place, just like the bus or plane, that seems to unite us if even momentarily, in the pulse and movement of life. It's so rarely that any real lasting connection is ever made here. I have decided to capture one face in my mind everytime I step onto the bus, or train, or subway car, sear it into my memory and then pray for that face (not just their face...I will pray for the whole person) that same day. Maybe, if I pray right then and there I can pray for a whole bunch of faces! Yah! It may seem like a strange notion. It kind of is, I guess. I'll let you know how it is going.

Another one of my strange goals for the summer, is to make my way over to Pearson Airport and sit at the arrival gate and watch people reunite. I think that this spot is one of the best local places to go to witness the deep love that people have for each other. The phrase "Absence makes the heart grow fonder" comes to mind. Just once, to warm my spirit, I want to do that. I watched the film "Love Actually" (which I thought was rubbish) and this idea sprouted from the introduction of the movie. Perhaps the only worthwhile part of the film....though I'm sure that would be argued.

Anyhoo, enough ramblin' for one blog. You all have a rather spiffin' day!

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Post-Modern Art and the Disillusioned Experience

2004-04-02T02:13:00.000-05:00

I am about to analyze a piece by Gentileschi, "Judith Beheading Holofernes," for my Art History class and am accompanied by my good friend, Miles Davis, as I meditate. The selection of music is not altogether complimenting the era within which the piece was produced. But, there is never a bad time to listen to jazz, is there?

Just to blend epochs a little more, I am going to break before I start and write a little tidbit on this fascinating Post-Modern church that Cuthill lectured on last class. Apparently, these two guys got together sometime mid-20th century to artistically express the disillusionment of Post-modernity via architectural symbolism. So these guys, Newman and Rothco, build this church which stands simply for that purpose. In front of the church is a structure placed within a fountain that is designed as such: the base, being the water, parallels the meaninglessness or void upon which the ideals of man have been established. Upon that rests a pyramid, expressing the height of the advanced Egyptian civilization (progress, movement, sciences, etc.,). To top the whole thing off, a precariously positioned obelisk turned on its head is balanced on the apex of the pyramid. This, of course, symbolizes Roman power and civilization. The poignancy of the structure is the thought that has pervaded the "Post-modern" era; that all of man's aspirations and dreams are empty and broken, meaningless and foundationless. The inverted obelisk portrays that all of the progress of man has been turned on his own head. Pretty odd looking thing, but what a statement!

Then Rothco got real creative. The murals that decorate the walls of the church are, quite simply, colour fields. That's right. A mass of canvas with one plain, inert colour streaked across it from corner-to-corner. What does this mean, you ask? Apparently, since the eye could focus on absolutely nothing within these pieces--no object, no movement, no lines, no shape, no perspective--they protested that there is no longer any focus on anything meaningful, progressive, or spiritual within our Western culture.

Hmmmm....

I think it would be a tad depressing to visit such a church. And at the same time, altogether fascinating.

Just some food for thought.

God Bless on all your studies and various responsibilites :o)!

Rach <><

I'm a Goldfish in Redeemer's Bowl.

2004-03-26T03:39:00.000-05:00

Today has been just one really "out-of-the-bubble" day. For some reason I am reminded of some lyrics from an Ani DiFranco song that Jay taught me. Something about being a goldfish in a bowl whose little plastic castle surprises her every single time. Sometimes I feel like that fish. Sometimes I just need to get out of here to be reminded that there is more to life than around this plastic castle.

This morning I had a really interesting discussion in Room 111 with just Mira, Jay and Rafik Kamel. A number of issues heating up our school (homosexuality, feminism...) were the topics of choice. As we were discussing male headship I came to fully appreciate that God formed men and women so that they would compliment each other just so. I certainly do not feel that men and women are equally endowed with all of the same gifts, but that is truly the beauty of our partnership with our significant others. I believe that the abilities that we have been given accordingly, although often quite different, are exactly what unites us into a single whole. And with that complete understanding of those separate gifts and acceptance therewith we come also to more deeply understand the character of Christ, and just how equal we are regardless of our gender differences and varying weaknesses or strengths (whew...run-on sentence). I think it is critical to recognize the kind of leadership that Paul speaks of when he discusses male headship. When Paul says that man must love his wife as Christ loved the church, most importantly we need to remember that Christ served the church by dying for it and that is the form of leadership that men are then called to. To love their wives with that devotion, and to love Christ that much more, will make them a "little Christ" servant and leader. To serve their wives in their leadership. As women, we must understand that submitting to our husbands is equally important, and a humility that Christ calls us to. But, if all men served (led) the way that I believe Christ intended, we would absolutely want to submit to our men. Our inherent needs for provision, safety, and comfort are met while our counterparts' needs for serving, providing, and attending are met.

Galatians 3:28 "There is no longer Jew or Greek, slave or free, male or female, for all of you are ONE in CHRIST JESUS"
There's that oneness that God intended for all his people. How much more for man and wife who come together FOR LIFE in the celebrated harmony of their complimenting differences?

Anyhow, about that bubble. Jay and I went out with Adam Britain and Camille Lakjer (Adam's fiancee) to this little nifty cafe called The Bean Bar (which apparently proudly supports homosexuality, which is a whole other topic that I would love to discuss but will refrain from doing). And as I looked around I just felt so isolated from the world (which in a sense is good, but also bad) and that I don't even know what kinds of things truly happen out there. I feel very ignorant. What does it man to be fully a part of the world today? How deep has sin etched itself into people's lives? I don't hear about it anymore. And I am not sure I want to. But I have just had this longing to hear someone's story, and then to ask them "How do you feel about having the most inexplicable joy fill your heart for all of eternity?"

I am really tired...and I am certain that half of this blog didn't make any sense. So go easy on me, boys.

In Him I sleep,

Rach <><

Lost in Procrastination

2004-03-14T23:49:00.000-05:00

I wish I had something interesting to say right now. I don't. But, I wanted to let you fellow bloggers know that I was thinking of you.

P.S. Anticipating the upcoming bloggers' convivium, but apparently I must meet a certain quota of blogs before I am able to attend (thanks Rob J.) :o)!

Spain's 9/11

2004-03-12T15:02:00.000-05:00

I am always so perturbed by the front page of the newspaper. How often does the media explode onto the front page with good news? Exciting news? Miraculous news? A Baby Was Born! Today is National Something Day! There Are Missionaries Bringing the Gospel to the Lost Everyday! Jesus Lives! We Are An Affluent Country!

So, inevitably I opened the paper today and was struck in the face by a photo of a mangled railway car, charred and unrecognizable aside from the caption below. Spain had been victimized by terrorist bombings of what is believed to be the Al Qaeda. The ETA (Basques of the Fatherland and Freedom) is also suspected to have had a part in the attacks. What is this? I cannot believe how morally eroded our world has become over the course of time. There were 190 people killed, and over 1,200 injured! Descriptions of the explosions' victims were graphic. I am so internally seared by the images and the mental visualizations and yet I cannot even begin to comprehend the pain and suffering that results from such viscious and senseless cruelty. It hits me when I think "What was I doing at 7:50 am yesterday morning when Madrid was suffering the loss of loved ones?" We just have no idea what that must be like.

And yet, I know that the day of Christ's coming is approaching and when I see how lost and misled God's children are I can still have hope in that day. Let's keep Spain and the March 11th victims in our prayers.

All That Jazz

2004-03-12T00:38:00.000-05:00

So now that I am beginning to understand the clockwork of this whole Blog thing, particularly the simplicity of adding a link, I am going to discuss my more recent musical interests and even include some not-to-be-ignored links to the artists' websites. Yay!

First of all, not more than 1 hour ago I was myself introduced to an artist named Damien Rice. After another adventure with Mira (it's always an adventure with Mira) at Limeridge, I wound up with a rather substantial bruise to my bank account and --amidst my many treasures-- Damien Rice's CD "O." Just a foretaste, the Yahoo review described this rather unusual (and seemingly disturbed) artist as an "Irish singer-songwriter creating intense melodic music underpinned by emotionally acute lyrics." I would like to meet the individual who writes those little blurbs underneath the website link. Anyhow, yeah. That pretty much expresses his general style. Alot of cello, strings, acoustic guitar in the forefront, and nice blend of both male and female vocals. There is even a clarinet intro to one of the songs. I highly recommend the piece "Cold Water" and another titled "Canonball." I think Jay, Ben Goheen, and myself may be attempting one of the songs for the upcoming Coffee House.

Next, Tom Waits. I cannot tell you much about him. I have heard one song, but I really enjoyed his deep, raspy voice. Kind of reminiscent of Louis Armstrong's style. Jazzy.

I think everyone who knows Jay and I, know that we are HUGE Jack Johnson fans. Actually, of all the more recent indy artists I have heard, he is most certainly my favourite. As of right now, he has two CD's that I know of: "BrushFire Fairytales" and "On and On". He has also produced a film titled "Thicker than Water" which apparently covers his personal surfing expeditions around the world. There is a soundtrack with original tunes that can now also be purchased at a not-too-friendly price. This website is great for the Bonus Audio and Video Tracks, as well as for a picture of Jack with a goat. Kind of random.

Two words. Ben Folds. If you haven't already heard him, you need to. Bottom line. You must have heard "Brick" ("She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly...") and thought it was beautiful! Caution: Some of his pieces have some pretty explicit lyrics. Mainly, his band was led by him on piano, lots of percussion, and phenomenal vocals. Now that the band his split up, it is just him rockin' out on his keys, but still wooing audiences and throwing them into fits of frenzy. Well...kind of. When Jay and I went to see him last November, we were thrown into fits of frenzy.

Ok, that's it. Another long blog...which according to Mikey is a Blogging faux pas. Meh.

Rach <><

P.S. Another plug for Ben Folds...he was pounding his keys so hard at the Detroit concert (where we were) that he broke a piano string. Intense.

Nocturnal Reflections

2004-03-10T01:32:00.000-05:00

Well, after a greatly prolonged period of suspended tension to Blog but never having the time or energy to do so, I have given into my super ego urges that insist it is therapeutic for me to disclose my contemplated notions. I am also giving into peer pressure.

I feel like my thoughts right now will be rather random and unstructured. As of late, I have not been organizing them. But, I would like to enclose my personal tidbits of today's intriguing reflections. First of all, I had the philopophy of analytic, synthetic, a priori, and a posteriori truths at the forefront of my mind today and I am certain that made me seem very disoriented and disinterested in what anyone else was saying. Did you know that Hume coined the term "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder?" I think that is a wonderful phrase to give hope that there is a myriad of perspectives on the aesthetics of all things--art, music, literature, architecture, human physicality, etc.,--aside from the superimposed ideals of our media and culture. With unique and varying elements of personality, one brings an extraordinary view to that which is beheld. Neat. Furthermore, it is with these differentiated views that movements of ideals occur. Avant-gardism. Also neat. I am not certain that was what Hume was discussing, actually I am pretty sure it wasn't. But I sure am.

Now, on another totally divergent note. I have to say that Terry Tate: Office Linebacker is one of the funniest ads I have been exposed to. Not necessarily because it was outrageously funny itself (though it was definitely a product of marketing genius), but more because I watched for the first time with Rob Joustra and he was laughing so hard I thought he would fall out of his chair. What a contagious laugh! Perhaps, we should get a linebacker for our own Redeemer office, with students like Mira Ponomarenko wreaking havoc in there. Or better yet, for our Student Senate. There needs to be some sort of authority where ever Rob J., Mikey Arce, and Sam Frisk are concerned. That Dave Vlasblom can get out of hand sometimes too.

Lastly, I want to include my thoughts on my Sunday night excursion with Mira and Jay. Around 11 o'clock we arrived at the Gown and Gavel in Hess to perform for the Open Mic. When we entered the upper room, it was quite evident that we were newcomers within a very intimate crowd. Crass jokes and obscenities from every corner of the room, including the stage, made me wince with disgust. I haven't heard such things in a very long time. All part of being within the Redeemer bubble. After we got up to sing, we had received the warmest welcome and reception compared to many other venues we have performed in. We were also introduced to some very gifted musicians with very new age ideas, but who were all incredibly nice. So I came up against this internal wall. Where do you draw the line between "being of the world, but not in it" ? I want to be so transparent, vitreous, and real so that Christ is seen in me no matter where I am. But, I also struggle with wanting to be entirely neutral and unresponsive to all the things I hear so as to be more approachable until I build trust, and then be able to discuss my faith. I realize how contrary to scripture this approach would be. I hope that the integrity of Christ in me would attract non-believers to me, even as I do not show support for their lifestyles. By support, I do not mean partaking in some ungodly activity. I simply mean being inert to share my faith at critical moments. Not being supportive of such ways of life=sharing Christ whenever I am feeling the spiritual tension within my being (and of course, at all times). The question is how? On a day- to-day basis with non-believers...how? It is much more difficult when you are not being upheld by your peers on a high energy mission trip.

This is a really long blog. That should get me off the hook for now, and perhaps allow me entrance into the next Blogger's Convivial Bash. Maybe not. Well, until tomorrow, bonne nuit and calaneeta (not the right spelling...it's Greek) fellow Bloggers.

Rach <><

With every intention of Blogging

2004-03-09T17:26:00.000-05:00

I am on my way to Limeridge for Banquet dress shopping. I have a lot to blog and will do so later. Or else Rob J. will likely express his discontent with my blogging well-being.

Rach

Mississippi Bound

2004-02-13T11:55:00.000-05:00

It's the count down!!! 1 hour and 22 minutes until we leave for the Mississippi Mission Trip. Although I am not too excited about the 24 hour long bus ride (it has it's pros and cons), I can hardly wait to be there in shorts and a t-shirt, eating cat fish and biscuits, and running around New Orleans, the heartland of jazz roots (well aside from Africa, that is). I am not altogether too sure what we will be required to do as far as construction and repairs go, but I have to admit that I feel a little apprehensive...I am sure that it will be good for me though.

On another note in response to Rob J.'s last entry on tech-communication; it certainly resonates with me that he said "Yet this artificial barrier seems to presuppose a devalueing of certain key facets of interpersonal communication." The girls in my dorm and I had a devotional once based on "The 5 Love Languages" upon which Melissa Kuipers and I discovered that we are very much "Word" people. This basically means that we need to interact with people, to express ourselves directly, and to receive positive affirmation of our worth and value through the words of others. Communication (in a physical sense) is irreplacably important to us. This barrier is one that can often cause a great deal of miscommunication and misunderstanding, as body language, tone and physical interpretation are so vital to the way that we relate to others. I don't think this means that writing an e-mail, or discussing Lockian and Cartesian philosophy over MSN is horribly wrong and useless. However, I can see how it perpetuates the individualism prevalent within our society.

Anyhow, I also wanted to just personally comment on my last blog before I leave. I realized that I may have sounded as though I was implying that all Bloggers are pretentious. I definitely didn't mean to imply that. As a matter of fact, I haven't myself come across a "pretentious" Blogger. They probably exist, as a comrade of mine affirmed they do. I simply meant to qualify my Blog as not-one-of-those-if-they-exist Blogs. Aside from that, I have found a great deal of satisfaction and enjoyment from reading blogs. People's Personal Ponderous Posts. It's addictive.

So, I will go now and complete my packing/eating. On a musical note (hehehe), everyone should really check out Damien Rice and Teitur. Two new and upcomings. To be greatly enjoyed, guaranteed. (I will figure out the links thing later, but for now you are on your own).

Moi-moi (It's Finnish),
Rach <><

A Random thought that is incredibly important

2004-02-11T17:19:00.000-05:00

When Jay, Mira, and I were at the Teitur concert on the weekend we saw a poster for a comedy act called Scrambled Leggs. Jay said that when we get married we should call ourselves that.

Yep.

Innocent Blogger

2004-02-11T15:21:00.000-05:00

Wow...it has been a long time since I have blogged. I almost feel like I forget how to do it. But, I have decided that for the next half hour I will "sacrifice my studies to the blog gods" (in the words of Chris Crookall) and allow my brain to brush stroke onto this cyber-palette. The way I feel today, the art of my philosophy and personal meditation will be more like Impressionism than Renaissance.

I have reflected a great deal on the wise words of one of my fellow Redeemer bloggers, that he shared as we sat in a van on a sketchy street in Hamilton drinking luke-warm hot chocolate (that was originally intended for the homeless...but we had trouble finding any one past their shelter curfew) and consuming the comfort of digestive cookies. We (as a group of 9) were discussing the Blog culture that is incessantly expanding on our campus. A certain young man, though I will not release his identity, confessed that he experienced the Blog and was compelled to abandon it due to the unquenchable desire he had to Blog rather than submit to his studies. Poor Dylon Nofziger. I am not sure that that was the way Dylon Nofziger worded his confession, but it was something along those lines. Others refused to surrender unto the Blog. I believe that for them it is only a matter of time. The Blog is inescapable, insurmountable.

Then out of the enveloping darkness, Brian Harskamp pierced the silence saying (again, paraphrased), "The Blog is a place where people can write down their thoughts, and their philosophies. The only thing is that some Bloggers are pretentious and really just want recognition or to hear their own voices..." It was then that I was converted. I fasted from the Blog for over a week and finally concluded that I, Rachel Epps, would be an innocent Blogger. I refuse to Blog under the pretense of ultra-intelligence. I am a red neck from Bowmanville. I can never promise to even make sense when I Blog.

Whew. That was hard. But it had to be said.

So I have declared that I am an Innocent Blogger, redeemed and set free. If any one else would like to comment on what kind of Blogger they are, please do. Except for Dylon...we already know he is a semi-non-Blogger.

Ciao,
Rachel

P.S. Blogblogblogblogblogblogblogblogblogblogblogblogblogblogblogblogblogblogblogblog (That is the rest of what I wanted to write today, that I have run out of time for and will have to disclose tomorrow).

2004-01-30T14:30:00.000-05:00

I have decided that I have never been more attached to any creature (non-human) than I am to my fish. Promise is a beautful betta, somewhat testy and demanding, but incredibly bright...for a fish. He/she (I haven't quite determined what it is yet...need to learn more about fish before I determine that I have this inseparable longing to develop a relationship with them, I guess) watches me, back and forth, as I parade about my room in a manner of frenzy throwing things helter-skelter and expressing my aggravation with my own detestable mess. I suppose that anyone who was in my presence at these times would sit wide-eyed and mouth agape, but I can tell that my fish likes it. I think Promise experienced a bout of severe manic depression last week. Or he/she was protesting that I did not put conditioner in his/her water. Everytime I came near to Promise's little abode, it was almost as if he/she stopped breathing altogether and was praying to become instantly camouflaged with the little plastic tree that I graciously decorated his/her tank with. I hate to think that I was the cause of the fish's severe paranoia and/or depression, but it seemed as though when I left, Promise would begin exhibitioning around the tank doing stunts and exercising the right to flaunt his/her beautiful tail. I was distraught. So much so, did this tamper with my psychological well-being, that I expressed my inner turmoil in my dreams one night. I actually dreamt that Promise could smile and laugh and would imitate me as I did so. And then he/she died and I cried for the rest of the dream.

Pitiful.

If anyone can offer me a dream analysis I would be so incredibly grateful. Bring it on, Freud.

Rachel

P.S. You won't be able to do so until I get my comments link set up...hope that doesn't effect your plans for the weekend (not being able to study, can't concentrate on the SuperBowl, etc.)

2004-01-30T01:06:00.000-05:00

1:00 am...not sleeping well and past curfew, but Jay is here and suggests setting up a blog for me. Sounds good since I have just been reading Descartes and my mind is reeling as I try to assiduously (new word I picked up from Rene...he's a pretty smart guy) unravel the text. He mentions somewhere that only a few select will even comprehend his Meditations due to the lengthy read and depth of his thought, while the vast majority will be perplexed and cease to care. I made a note in the margin that I am likely to be one of those people. So far, so good. Although, I am enjoying the analogies he incorporates concerning the idea of something perfect and machines and craftsmen and stuff.

No, but seriously. I am not Cartesian, but it's pretty fascinating stuff.