Facebook-Schmacebook

Psssh!
What's the point? Make connections?
I think most people have trouble even maintaining the connections they already have.
So the point really becomes poking into the lives of others via pictures.
That disturbs me. I realize it's probabaly JUST me that it disturbs.

I've had conversation recently with some folks (you know who you are) about Facebook.
In fact, it's the total buzz right now. Fine. Buzz away. I can't do it.
I can't spend my time looking for people from my past. If you know me, you know that I already waist enough of my time thinking about the past and don't need an excuse to do it some more.

FYI: "Past" can be a noun, an adjective or a preposition but "Passed" is always a verb.
(I have to continually say this to my brain so that I don't confuse the two - sometimes I do anyway)

So, if you see me on facebook, you'll know that I cracked and have begun to look up all the boys I had crushes on in elementary or high school. I did have another paragraph about my adult crushes but I'll save that for another day.

:P

a night's question

I think I'll ask the angels why humankind is so discontent.
I mean, we're here. We don't really know what direction we should go in.
Sometimes we take the advice of friends, family. Other times we take advice from the collective philosophy of our time, our cultural philosophy. Maybe we take advice from our religious philosophy.

please don't anyone say: "you just need a deeper relationship with Jesus"

I'm beyond that. Yes, a deep relationship with Jesus, the Holy Spirit and the Creator are all good.
More than good. Desparately necessary in my opinion.
But the fact is, we don't really know anything. We're all just choosing to believe and live in a certain way.
It's really just a philosophical choice.

Okay, so if it's philosophical, why do I want to ask the angels anything. Why do I still need answers?

Because I do. I live and breathe and I need to know.

What am I being prepared for if my whole physical exsistance is based on choices of faith?
Choices that at times I'm sure of, maybe even certain. Then other times, I'm completely lost.
I'm lost even when I'm choosing to follow what I believe.

Then my brain said: "Go to sleep child"
Rest for the morining brings perspective to balance the heavy questions of night

Look, it's a new post!

Six months of blog-rest and I'm ready to go!

Greetings!
Hello,..is anybody out there? (to be sung to the tune of Comfortably Numb)

My creative juices are not running well enough yet so I've stolen Richards blog concept (which was apparently prompted by Robin).

1. One Book that changed your life:
The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway

2. One book you've read more than once:
The Robber Bride by Margaret Atwood

3. One book you'’d want on a desert island: (note: not the ONLY book)
Amphigoreyey by Edward Gorey

4. One book that made you laugh:
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus by Dr. John Gray

5. One book that made you cry:
Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes

6. One book that you wish had been written:
The one that tells me what I'm going to do when I grow up.

7. One book that you wish had never been written:
The Act of Marriage by Tim LaHaye (I love it when he tells women what is supposed to please them sexually)

8. One book you'’re currently reading:
er...does In Style magazine count? what about my Management Accounting text?? the Bible???

Ok, the most recent novel-type work was Crooked Path (a short story by Tim Lappala)

9. One book you've been meaning to read:
The Iliad by Homer

10. Now tag people.
Uh,..tag you're it!

1999...

..the song, you know, Prince? It's playing on the online "radio".

Mr. Bloggy is a little dusty.

Remember when it was 1999? My life was so different then. And 1996? or 2? Wow.
Life seems to be a series of loosing and gaining different identities for me.
I can't imagine that everyone feels this way...so compartmentalized about time periods in their life.
Maybe that's stupid. Everyone, do you feel that way?

What is the thread that remains "Sylvia"?

Thought-train switch (but not really):

On my coffee breaks at work, I've started reading Albert Camus' essay on the Myth of Sisyphus. Sisyphus was a man sentenced to roll a boulder up a hill, then down again for eternity. The essay explores the question of suicide. I read about this essay in high school when I was studying Hemingway's The Old Man and The Sea.

(Playing with the Queen of Hearts, Juice Newton is now playing - I'm on a trip to my childhood)

Anyway, the point about reading the essay was simply that I still get off on philosophy, and the history of thought and the history of religious belief/spirituality and the history of music and food and art and anything else that is sensory....

Humanity is bizarre, and being human myself is even more bizarre. It is my passion to learn about what moves us. This I will pursue endlessly until I die, regardless of what my current identity is.

That's the thread.

Calm and Sweet Serenity

It's hard but I'll try.

Thing is, I really have precious little to say:

1. Right now, I'm tired, it's 12:45am and I have to be at work early and THEN I have to be fresh and alert to get smoked by all those Barbie-stick-teenage-keeners in Accounting (and did I mention this is at LU and there just should't be so many teenagers on campus?)

2. I had a bad, BAD, HORRIBLE, STRESS-LADEN, CRAP of an afternoon at work today :)

3. MY RENT IS DUE AND I HAVE NO MONEY :)

4. I EAT TOO MANY BAGS OF CHIPS!!!!!

5. MY CAT (7mo old kitten actually) riped open a bag of cat litter, spread it about the livingroom and poo-ed and pee-ed in it!!!!!!!

6. Ok, that last one didn't happen today, BUT IT WAS AWFUL NONETHELESS

7. AND, on top of all this,...did I mention I'm tired and have nothing to say?

Calgon, take me away from Accounting!

Anyone who lived through the 80's should remember the "calgon take me away" commercials...
Oh, I like accounting alright, just don't like having to think so much outside of work. Poor Sylvia's eyes get tired.

So, this blog is dedicated to Nicole and anyone else who wants to eat this delicious little snack!

SYLVIA'S MAGIC BACON ELIXER
"It'll cure what ales you, and if there's nothin' aling you, well, it'll cure that too!"
(yes, I stole that from Abe Simpson - sort of)

Bacon if you're Achin' (and even if you're not)

whole water chestnuts (2 cans)
1pkg bacon (maple smoked or something sweet is yummy)
soy sauce (uh, maybe 2 table spoons, or was it 3?)
rice vinegar (if you have it - if not, it's ok without)
brown sugar (1 or 2 heaping table spoons)
2 cloves of minced or pressed garlic

- Marinate water chestnuts for 2-3 days in soy sauce, rice vinegar, brown sugar and garlic (turn once in a while)
- When ready to roast, pre-heat oven to 400
- cut bacon strips into thirds
- wrap around chestnuts, use toothpicks soaked in water to secure
- bake for ?? until the bacon is cooked, 20 min? I never pay attention cause I'm always at a party when I'm baking these

Fat 2006

And that's not "phat" in case someone thought I was trying to be cool.
In fact, by saying that I'm sure I date my self and therefore look "un-cool".

Ruth says that I'm not mentally ill after all. She says that it's normal to think about food constantly. I was under the impression that most people didn't read cookbooks on a daily basis. Furthermore, I find that I'm usually the one to bring up mouth-watering appetizer in a discussion. Even if the discussion was about Hockey or Politics. Tim would argue that I would just prefer to change topic if it were in fact, about hockey. Ruth does make a good point about the Food Channel. Why else would one exist if there aren't other obsessed gourmets out there?

Ok, enough of what Ruth and Tim say.

I'm interested to know if someone has an explanation for the following lyrics:

"You flash your bedroom eyes like a jumpin' jack
Then play it pretty with a pat on the back"

(Armageddon It, Def Leppard - Hysteria)

Some of you know that I once loved this album (still do actually). However, I now giggle furiously at it's lyrics.
I have to remember this is also the album with "Pour Some Sugar On Me" - what the heck is that?

Moving on....

My newest song is called: "I shot myself today"
I wrote it over the holidays. That should say something.
Something like: THE HOLIDAYS SUCK!!
Ok, but really, the song is also partially inspired by a suicide story told to me by a co-worker accompanied by his own theories on the spiritual fate of suicide victims.

This leads me to my next question: when does grace end? before death? upon death? is there room for grace AFTER death? Can we prove this? (of course not, but what are the arguments)

Ponder this, world-of-blog.
Goodnight.