Wednesday, March 31, 2004

Some good advice from an excellent psychology professor;

"Sometimes the only way to find what God is trying to tell us is to LET GO. This way God can free us of our past attachments. Then we have space to hear what He is trying to say to us."
Can’t wait for Troy!! :D

The Myth;

It all begins with the wedding of Peleus and Thetis and a mischievous Eris (Strife) who, quite bitter over the happy wedding reception decides to stir up the party by tossing a golden apple into the crowd of guests, on which is engraved “For the fairest.” Now, three of the most beautiful goddesses come across the apple and claim that it must be theirs; Enter Hera, queen of the gods, Athena, goddess of wisdom and Aphrodite, goddess of love. Between the three of them they cannot decide who is the fairest, so of course, they go ask a man. Not just any man, Hera’s husband, the king of the gods, Zeus, who happens to know far too much about the beauties of women for his own good ;) Alas, Zeus cannot calm these women and refuses to decide between them (besides, his wife is one of the 3 and he gets in enough trouble with her over other women as it is).

So, the 3 goddesses head to go see Paris, Priam’s most splendidly handsome son (Orlando Bloom, yes,.. quite beautiful), at the Trojan Mount Ida. They ask Paris who the fairest of the three of them is, *quite the question!*, Paris is a bit flabbergasted and is not sure how to decide between such beautiful and divine women. The ladies decide then to each offer a gift if Paris would choose them; Hera offers Paris that he will be the most noble and powerful ruler of a great land; Athena offers him the prestige and honor of being the wisest of men and the most valiant and victorious at war; and Aphrodite offers him the most beautiful woman in the whole world. At this Paris shows where his passions truly dwell by choosing Aphrodite’s offer, the embodiment of ideal beauty being Helen of Sparta (Who is actually the offspring of an encounter between Leda and a rather lascivious Zeus in the guise of a… quite enchanting swan, I’m sure,… but, that’s another story).

Paris makes his way to Sparta for Helen;

It is night.
Lofted above the whalesmoke waves of Ocean,
A gull free-zoning rides the weather east
Above the clouds and cliffs which gate
The shores of a tideless sea.
Many horizons further,
The realms of warrior kings await:
Among them, Troy's dominions,
And Greece,
Land of uplofted cities and goatleg landscapes
Rimmed by a winedark sea.

Paris whisks Helen off on his sailboat to Troy while Menelous, her husband, is away. There’s contradiction as to whether Helen willfully left, or if Paris forced her to leave, but either way it was ordained by the gods so it was going to happen ;) On the way to Troy, Paris piously dedicated a sanctuary to Aphrodite and then went off and plundered a bit, getting a small taste of piratery.
At Troy the Trojans marveled at the divine beauty of Helen as she stepped off the ship. Paris and Helen wed, and at the same time it was almost as though Helen was also betrothed unto Troy itself; from thus forth her destiny was entwined with that of the city of Troy. Many Trojans were won over by her and vowed to protect her as long as she wanted to remain.

Upon hearing of his wife’s kidnapping (which was not anything new, she had been kidnapped many times before in the past of course, she IS the most beautiful woman in the world after all, the poor woman!) Menelous sends an envoy to retrieve her. The envoy is unsuccessful so, Menelous gathers an army ;) And this is where things get huge! ;)

Before Helen married Menelaus all her other suitors swore to help bring Helen back should she be abducted again. When Paris of Troy abducted Helen, the suitors were obliged to honor their oath and thus started the Trojan War. Helen of Troy is referred to as the face that launched a thousand ships! ;)
A bit of a humorous twist involves how some of the men did not want to join the war. Odysseus feigned insanity, but was discovered. Achilles pretended he was a girl, and made an awful one at that. Achilles was known for his undefeatable fighting abilities and though not a suitor of Helen’s, it was foretold by a Seer that Troy could not be taken without him.

The Greeks assembled at Aulis, according to Agamemnon’s directions (Menelaus’ powerful brother. However, they were windbound and unable to sail. Either Agamemnon killed one of Diana's sacred stags or made a careless boast because Agamemnon had offended Artemis (Diana) and she, in return, calmed the seas so the fleet could not take off. They had to wait out this drought until Agamemnon sacrificed his own beautiful daughter in order to counter the spell. At this, the trek to find Troy began.
Well, they finally got to Troy after laying a few siege elsewhere. The war goes for 10 years with ransacking of local regions and they finally get to Troy. Here the famous Achilles is defeated with a blow to his heel by Paris himself. The Trojans refused to give Helen up.

A prophet told the Greeks that Troy would not fall without certain conditions: Pyrrhus, Achilles' son, must fight in the war, the bow and arrows of Hercules must be used by the Greeks against the Trojans, the remains of Pelops, the famous Eleian hero, must be brought to Troy, and the Palladium, a statue of Athena, must be stolen from Troy.

All was accomplished. Now they had to get into Troy somehow, so the Trojan horse was constructed (possibly with Athenian aid); its insides hollowed so soldiers could hide within it. The rest of the Greek fleet burned their camps and sailed away, so as to deceive the Trojans into thinking they had given up. One man, Sinon, was left behind. When the Trojans came to marvel at the huge creation, Sinon pretended to be angry with the Greeks, stating that they had deserted him. He assured the Trojans that the wooden horse was safe and would bring luck to the Trojans.

The Trojans celebrated what they thought was their victory, and dragged the wooden horse into Troy. That night, after most of Troy was asleep or in a drunken stupor, Sinon let the Greek warriors out from the horse, and they slaughtered the Trojans, leaving no men and raping many of the women. Those women that survived were divided among the Greek men along with the plunder and they set sail for home.

Menelaus, who had been determined to kill his wife, was soon taken by Helen's beauty and seductiveness that he allowed her to live. This victory brought only more suffering to the Greeks; They were split up by storms and lost their ways to return. Agamemnon, the king of Greeks was killed by his wife.

When they died, Helen and Menelaus were supposed to be buried at Therapne in a temple dedicated to them. Poor Helen’s fate did not end with her death, in the underworld she was married to yet another man, Achilles (the guy with the weak ankles), making him her fifth husband. From there she was even said to have blinded the poet Stesichorus (circa 640-555 BC) for writing unflattering things about her; she restored his vision when he recanted and composed a poem in her praise.

And I say good for her for setting Stesichorus straight! That shows some character standing up for herself. Character that is a pleasant surprise given the stereotype she was labeled with all her life. The poor woman was not treated for who she was, nobody seems to really know her, all they know about her is that she is beautiful and it caused her life havoc. She was tossed from man to man, with men that she may not have even truly loved. She had no say, she had no will of her own because no-one let her! She was not meant for love because of her beauty, she was a goddess; Divine and perfect in beauty and grace, only to be used because of it all her life. She could not live a normal life because no one perceived her for who she really was, no one even cared to get to know her for who she was. Beauty is only skin deep, did she begin to see herself as the hollow vessel men made her out to be? A vessel tossed about; how did she keep from shattering?

Her enchanting looks were a barrier for men’s eyes to truly see her soul; How painful, how could she ever know truth? Know love?

Tuesday, March 30, 2004

I mourn;
-for loss
Of the people that we loved and who loved us and who just left us,
Of the people that we have to ‘leave’ for their best and our best,
Of the people we are physically distant from that we need close by, that we miss,
Of the people that weren’t supposed to let us down, disappoint us, ruin our dreams, should have been there for us and love us as we should be loved, who should not have done as they did,
Of the pet that had to be put down, who was the pillow you cuddled with and cried on, who was that dear old dog who just loved being around you and kissing your face,
Of the innocence we once had that some people have taken from us, that men continue to take from women when they don’t act as the brothers they should be,
Of the time you planned to spend with that one friend and they forgot, or the people you thought cared and seem to ignore you, leave you out.
Of energy

I praise;
-Those who do little things to make you feel better and show you they love you and that they are thinking of you and praying for you and think you’re the greatest;
Awesome girlfriends who leave you chocolate presents,
Who rent chick-flicks with you and cry with you at the happy and sad parts
Awesome Hannah roommates who buy you flowers and leave you encouragement notes
Awesome friends and family who remind you what is good for you and what is not
Who listen when you need to vent or swoon
Who cuddle with you and give you massages
Who check to make sure that you are really doing ok
Who talk about anything and everything and have great discussions with you
Who offer the best advice
Who are there for you
Who take you out
Who buy you a coffee
Who give you hugs
Who call you by a nickname
Who pray for you
Who play video games with you
Who laugh with you and make you laugh
Who stay in touch
Who know how to please you because they know you.

I praise fellowship with my brothers and sisters in Christ,
I praise God for creating it and encouraging it on earth through His word and revelation,
I praise God for the Heaven he’s preparing for us, where there will be no more pain from separation, rejection and loss, and there will be great joy in fellowship and union with the kingdom of God and with our Savior!

Wednesday, March 24, 2004

From; The Temple –George Herbert

Thou, whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance
Thy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure;
Listen to a Poet, who might happen
To rhyme thee to good and make a bit of pleasure.
Poetry may win the person who from a sermon flies,
And turn delight into sacrifice.

Run away from idleness, which yet thou canst not flee
By dressing, mistressing, and compliment.
If those take up thy day, the sun will cry
Against thee; For his light was only lent.
God gave they soul brace wings; do not put those feathers
Into a bed, to sleep out all ill weathers.

Art thou a judge? Then be severe:
If thou are studious, copy well what time has blurred.
Redeem truth from time’s jaws. If thou art a soldier,
Chase brave employments with a naked sword
Throughout the world. Do not be fooled: For all may have
If they dare try, a glorious life, or grave.

Slight those who say amidst their sickly healths,
“Thou livest by rule.” What does not do so, but man?
Houses and commonwealths are built by rule.
Entice the trusty sun, if thou can.
From his ecliptic line: Beckon the sky.
Whoever lives by rule then, keeps good company.

Whoever does not guard himself is slack
And rots to nothing at the next great thaw.
Man is a shop of rules, a well-trussed pack
Whose every parcel understates a law.
Lose not thyself, nor give way to thy humors.
God gave them to thee under lock and key.

By all means find some time to be alone.
Salute thyself and see what thy soul wears.
Dare to look into thy chest, for it is thine own.
Tumble up and down what thou findest there.
The one who cannot rest until good fellows he finds,
He breaks up his house and turns out of doors his mind.

IMMORTALL Heat, O let thy greater flame
Attract the lesser to it : let those fires
Which shall consume the world, first make it tame,
And kindle in our hearts such true desires,

As may consume our lusts, and make thee way.
Then shall our hearts pant thee ; then shall our brain
All her invention on thine Altar lay,
And there in hymnes send back thy fire again :

Our eies shall see thee, which before saw dust ;
Dust blown by wit, till that they both were blinde :
Thou shalt recover all thy goods in kinde,
Who wert disseized by usurping lust :

All knees shall bow to thee ; all wits shall rise,
And praise him who did make and mend our eies.
-George Herbert

Dare You to Move-Switchfoot

Welcome to the planet
Welcome to existence
Everyone’s here
Everyone’s here
Everybody’s watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
What happens next?
What happens next?

I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened,
Today never happened before.

Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistance
The tension is here
The tension is here
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be

May be redemption is stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here

I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself
To lift yourself up off the floor!
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened,
Today never happened
Today never happened
Today never happened before.

Monday, March 22, 2004

From The Will of God as a Way of Life, Gerald Sittser *Ya, ok, 2 posts, or 3,... and there will probably be more, It's a good book!! ok*

"What if choice itself is besides the point, as much a distraction as a benefit? What if the freedom we value so much- the freedom to have anything we want – keeps us from experiencing the freedom we really need – to choose what God wants us to choose?
The will of God has to do with that we already know; not what we must figure out. It is contained in Jesus’ command that we seek first God’s kingdom and righteousness. The will of God, then, consists of one clear mandate – that we make God the absolute center of our lives. Ironically, it is exactly in making this choice that we find true freedom. It is the freedom of obedience. That is the will of God for all of us."
Excerpt from The WIll of God as a Way of Life, Gerald L. Sittser;

A pastor recently told me about a conversation he had had with a friend about courtship and marriage. He asked his friend who had been raised in India, “When did you first fall in love with your wife?”

“Oh I suppose about three years after we were married,” he replied.
The pastor was incredulous. “How can that be?” he asked.

“Our marriage was arranged. We didn’t meet until a week before the wedding. We didn’t have time to fall in love before we were married. The love came later on.”

Obviously this Indian did not have to discover God’s will for a life partner. His parents did that for him. Instead, he had to learn to love the woman who had been chosen for him. He learned to love her over time and through the course of ordinary life. That was the will of God for his life.
This man was describing a different world from the one we know in modern Western culture. It is the world of traditional society. The musical Fiddler on the Roof tells a story of a Jewish family who lives in just that kind of society. Pointing to a fiddler perched precariously on a steep roof and trying to scratch out a tune without breaking his neck, Tevye, the father of the family, asks, “How do we keep our balance?” and he himself answers. “That I can tell you, in one word –TRADITION!”

It was tradition that enabled his little village to maintain its existence in an unstable and hostile world. It was tradition that showed each of its residents how to eat, work, and dress. It was tradition that reminded them of their Jewish identity. Tradition required the papa to provide for the family and find husbands for his daughters, and it mandated the mama to keep a peaceful, quiet, kosher home. Tradition created order and stability in the community. As Tevye concludes, it was because of tradition that “every one of us knows who he is and what God expects him to do.” Consequently, the Jews in that village did not have the freedom- and did not face the pressure – to choose spouses, occupations, or anything else. Tradition chose for them.

Tradition also helped to create community in Tevye’s little village. “We all get along together perfectly well,” Tevye said with mischief in his eyes, obviously exaggerating the harmony that existed among the villagers. Still, the people of Anatevka worked together, worshiped together, danced together, studied the Torah together, and drank together. They married their sons and daughters to the children of their dearest friends. They served one another and defended one another. If there were conflicts, as there inevitably are in any community of people, they worked them out because the community of Anatevka was a whole. They had to work them out because there was nowhere else to go. Anatevka provided stability for the lives of those Jews and enabled them to make decisions in light of what was best for the community, not simply what was best for the individual.

Our modern and postmodern world has jettisoned the rule of tradition. We strive to multiply the number of choices we have. We value freedom and opportunity, and we cherish independence. It is unthinkable for us to limit our freedom and eliminate the wide variety of choices we have or to sacrifice our independence for the sake of community. Occasionally I ask my students, “Do you trust my judgment?” They usually reply that they do. Then I ask them, “How many of you would be willing to allow me or someone else you trust to choose a life partner for you?” Thus far no one has accepted my offer. Their indifference is so valuable that they would rather go it alone, even though they will probably make many poor choices along the way.

Thursday, March 18, 2004

This is called the Friday Five, i though i would take part, seems like fun!

1. What was the last song you heard?

2. What were the last two movies you saw?
How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, Uptown Girls *Ya, need the chick flicks, good release!* ;) But, perhaps I should go watch an action movie now to see something explode....

3. What were the last three things you purchased?
coffee, coffee, muffin.. lol *My 2nd time winning a roll-up-the-rim this week!* ;)

4. What five things do you need to do this weekend?
Read the many books that the Mills and Redeemer libraries are missing,
Get dirty working on my 'Grace' art project,
Contemplate the future and how to apply it's many potentials,
push any male out of my mind,
spend time with good friends laughing, talking, hugging, and laughing some more. ;)

5. Who are the last five people you talked to?
in order from last to first,
Laura, Dan, Jared, Rob, Hannah

Take a moment.
Read this verse over slowly 3 times and let it soak in!!

He made Him who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf, that we might become the righteousness of
God in Him. -2 Corinthians 5:21 NASB

An Irish Toast

May you have warm words on a cold evening, A full moon on a dark night, And the road downhill all the way to your door.

Wednesday, March 17, 2004

Men make the moves!!! Lead the pace of the relationship, Initiate; through conversation, interaction, spending time together etc.

This is what some guy thinks; "Women think that guys are supposed to do every little thing for them.....and still be the first to ask them out!" (that was Fitz)

Women are to let the guy know if they are interested, but not initiate. If the guy has reciprocal feelings, than he can make the moves. :)
If the girl is worth pursuing, and being romanced, as they should be, than just friggin' do it. :) No worries. I know it's difficult, but how will you even know if you don't try? Get to know her as friends first or something! Instead of shying away and leaving her alone!!! If it doesn't turn out, you can still be friends. WE ARE MATURE ADULTS!! And, brother and sister in Christ. Let's honour eachother.

That's all I have to say :)
What do you have to say?

Thanks Cheryl!!

Tuesday, March 16, 2004

My aunt from NC sent me the cutest card the other day with this quote on it. She said it reminded her of me :*) Aw,...

"I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by."

"First heard it on Star Trek" she writes ;)
I lived with my aunt and uncle the summer into University :) My uncle and I had a great time taking his sail boat out on the water :) Have you ever seen the movie "White Squall"? One of my favourite ;) It gets me every time.

"There is nothing - absolutely nothing- half so much worth doing as simply messing about... with boats" -Kenneth Grahame

Ho hum, where is the nice weather? Oh well, guess I'll have to curl up with a good book then. ;)
I'm reading about Chagall at the moment. I'm very curious as to his work. Have you seen "Notting Hill" and the scene in which is asked "Is that what love is like, flying through the air with a goat playing a violin?" That was a Chagall... he seems to like to paint chickens in his pieces, perhaps they are roosters?... and a man with an animal head is a common figure to be found as well (which I find especially amusing ;) . I am interested in understanding his perception of the cross as he uses it in his works, especially since he is Jewish.

Anyhoo, I'm holding you to that chocolate Sarah ;)

Thursday, March 11, 2004

Chocolate Craving of a Redeemerite
What good are pennies??!! The photocopiers spit them out! And the vending machines don't even like them!! All I want is chocolate!!! And all i have is pennies!!
........... Digging into laundry money... I wonder if it will take american change.... hmmmmm.....

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

Your love has captured me
Your grace has set me free

Be glorified in me

Monday, March 08, 2004

Ya, Hannah my roomy keeps telling me that Josh Groban is ‘too sappy’ (!!) for her and telling me to turn him off!!!! She says that Josh Groban is not attractive to her!!!!! (!!!!!) Well, I say “there’s one more girl off the list of millions of girls that melt before his voice! I’m moving on up!.... slowly but surely!” lol ** insert dreaming here * *
Ya, so, I really get into his music, ....he romanced me all weekend, ...
AND one song in particular gets me all revved up for my God and I can’t help singing my heart out!!! :D

You Raise Me Up
-Josh Groban

When I am down and oh my soul is so weary
When troubles come and my heart burdened be
Than I am still and wait here in the silence
Till you come and sit awhile with me

You raise me up so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas
I am strong when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be

You raise me up!
so I can stand on mountains!
You raise me up!
to walk on stormy seas!
I am strong …!
when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up
to more than I can be!

And than he goes on and some black women in the background get all up in it, and my heart soars and I can feel it! Can you feel it? Oh ya! I can feel it! Sing it brotha! Sing it sistas! Oh ya! ;)

God is so good!!!!! : D
Sexy ?

Sunday, March 07, 2004

While researching for an upcoming seminar in my Abnormal Psychology class I came across this amusing article on the National Geographic website;

Van Gogh, Creativity, and Mental Illness
By Joel Swerdlow

“What would have happened if you put Vincent van Gogh on Prozac?”

While working on the story “Vincent van Gogh: Lullaby in Color” for NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC magazine, I asked several psychiatrists. All agreed: Van Gogh would have been “smoothed out, made happier, probably would not have killed himself. But he also probably would not have produced great art.”

Popular belief dictates that mental illness enhances artistic ability. In the last few centuries, we have also held this view about alcoholism, tuberculosis, and epilepsy.

Current studies prove and disprove a link between mental disorders and creativity. Common sense dictates, however, that when people are sick—or very depressed—they will not be particularly productive. It’s hard to believe that Shakespeare would have been a better writer if he had suffered from schizophrenia or depression.

Van Gogh’s letters clearly show that one way to be successful as an artist is to be obsessed. No wife, kids, boss, mortgage payment, or need to be nice to anyone. Be monomaniacal.

This raises the far more interesting question: Can someone be a genius—in art, literature, science, whatever—and have a normal family life?
And what if someone is a great parent or bus driver? Can’t you be a genius at those tasks? Would mental illness, then, presumably help there too?

This is driving me crazy.

*Read what people think about this in the Forum
The love-life of a Student
My life, a walking, talking, breathing 'love list'... If I were to attempt to describe it all, I might as well write volumes. I am known for seeing the good in things, even the darker sides of life as part of our dramatic existence and as potential for good for us in the long run. Constant romancing of life, or, life romancing me.

I feel though, I am constantly 'eating'! Consuming life in all it's varying nourishments. Gorging on philosophies, ideas, individual expressions. Taking large bites out of experience. Sharing meals of contemplations with friends and fellow students and teachers. Delving in the pleasure to just sit and digest it all. Nibbling a hole through a book here, on an article there, on a blog or two, ...or ten, or... Nibbling, like a mouse in a library.

What a love, so lavish and lustful, fanciful and free. But, if a Lover is also embodiment of Giver; What have I to give? What exactly am I giving? How is it loving?

Saturday, March 06, 2004

History's most romantic women
By Matthew Sakey

The stories seem to get better over time, whether they be fiction or fact. Romantic women of the past have a mystique about them even in the world of today, where some insist romance is a dying art. In literature and life alike there's something to be learned from romantic women. Whether it be Isolde or Anais Nin, history's most romantic women tell us stories that are worth knowing.


Fourteen when she took the throne of Egypt, Cleopatra faced murder plots from palace intriguers, and always the greedy eye of Rome fixed on Egypt's staggering wealth and rich wheat fields. She enchanted the (married) Julius Caesar so much that he essentially abandoned the governance of Rome for a year and a half so he could spend time with her. Caesar loved her so much he brought her back to Rome, where after his assassination she became involved with the (married) Mark Antony. When threatened with losing both her and his high position, Antony ignited a bloody civil war and was defeated in a massive naval battle. He and Cleopatra fled to Egypt, enemies hot on their trail. Rather than suffer the ignominy of capture, Antony stabbed himself, setting in motion a Rube Goldberg-like ballet of death that would have been hilarious were it not so gruesome. When he finally died, Cleopatra allowed a poisonous asp to bite her, and died in his tomb. Their love story ended both Rome's democratic government and Egypt's independence, and reshaped the future of the Western world for three thousand years.


On a smaller scale, but no less touching, is the story of Abelard and Heloise. Abelard was a monk/teacher in the eleventh century. He fell in love with Heloise, one of his young students, and in time their tutoring sessions became more about romance than ABCs. The only problem was that Heloise was already engaged, and when her fiancée found out about the affair, he had her packed off to a convent and sent a gang of thugs to castrate Abelard. After a presumably painful recovery, the monk moved full-time into a monastery and then began the famous correspondence between the two former lovers. Their letters contain some of the most eloquent protestations of love ever committed to paper, and though they never met again, they remained in love until their deaths.

Honorable mentions

Men were so enamored of Helen of Troy that they started a war that took ten years and beggared all of Greece. America's own Most Romantic award goes to Jacqueline Kennedy-Onassis, with her Camelot ideal and high-profile marriages. Karen Blixen's mysterious love affair with Denys Hatton inspired the memoir Out of Africa. Muhammad's wife Kadijah fell in love with him when he was working as her estate manager, and famously supported him when everyone else doubted his sanity. The stories of history's most romantic women are many, and should remind us that the ideal of romance should not be a thing of the past.

Friday, March 05, 2004

Why can't more men be like this one?
Ya... I'm dreaming...
I like to check out the Paris runways on occasion, and am interested in fashion as an artform. I'm very curious as to how a lot of it can be considered anything to enjoy looking at. Like modern art, I struggle to see the beauty, While with some of the pieces, I am astonished at how moving it can be;

Found some especially nice runways that are surprisingly not too revealing (in general) and some are drawing fashion elements from one of my favorite art periods; the 30s
So, for those who are curious like me, some of the most Tasteful Paris Runways;
Automne-Hiver 2004-2005
Andrew Gn -Fur and silk :) Very classy
Isabel Marant -reminiscent of the polk a dot dress
Dice Hayek -Most of the ladies will like this one! :)
Perre Cardin-Some retro gear from the 50s

Disclaimer; These are some of the more tasteful runways. There are pictures and advertisements that may appear on this site that are of a sensual nature (The French and Artistic communities always flirting with this 'tendance de nature').
Came across this site while blogging that gave Laura and I a load of giggles;

This is for you Tim Amor ;)

Thursday, March 04, 2004

A Restless Soul; According to Plato and Freud

According to Plato, we each have 3 forms of soul; the Rational soul who is likened to a Charioteer, and the other two souls; the Spirited soul and the Desiring soul; both bridled horses.

Each soul is characteristic of its name. The Rational soul is most superior, it directs the other souls.
The Spirited soul is considered the superior of the two horses; it is guided by a motivation for glory and fame. It is a questor of noble things, it seeks honour and can feel shame and guilt. It involves emotion and feeling, will and passion.
The Desiring/Appetitive soul is a grab bag of irrational wants, it is self interested.

I was reading this for a midterm in History of Psychology, and it only made it harder to actually focus on my work. I applied it to life… as I often do….not so conducive to studying.

I feel as though my Spirited soul is running headlong, galloping about, romancing the world, excited about life! Its passion at times seems unbridled, and makes me unsure about how others may take it…

My Desiring soul is running along beside, wanting to join in the race, wanting to reach an illusory finish line. My Rational Charioteer keeps my Desiring soul in line. But, at times it can be just as restless as my Spirited soul; wanting, wanting, wanting…

My Rational soul reins on both horses; reminding them of something higher, something better. And when my soul is aligned, it is the most wonderful experience of life. Balance in sensation, emotion and reason.

I see others; their Desiring and Spirited souls seem to be so controlled by their Rational soul. Not that I haven’t been there, but since I am not at the moment, I am jealous to some extent, at least at their ability to focus. I wish I had the focus that they appear to have, to be able to do their work without getting so passionate about a single part of it that they lose track of it! …Without being overwhelmed by all I want to do and being restricted by barriers in time. I feel almost as if I want to split into a million pieces and dart out every which way! And yet, It is our nature to try and keep control, society tells up to keep from coming unglued, to hold ourselves together and not shake around too much.

This chariot moves about, darting to and fro. It is not like Helios the sun god, who pulls the sun across the sky with his shining chariot. Our soul is kept within the bounds of time, with no mastery over it. Our Desiring soul and Spirited soul may bound about and speed as fast as they may, they will not speed up time. They can not force events for their own pleasure or purpose if those events are in a law of a higher order. They must succumb to a higher order, along with the Rational soul.

So I say; I’ll wait upon you.
I will wait upon God. I will wait upon His will each day. I will wait upon His working through time. I will wait upon the one that He has for me to share life with. I will wait upon others and serve them as their sister.
There is something higher and you were made to live for so much more
Ode to Bonnie

My dearest Bon and I took a walk to Meadowlands yesterday, we sat in the bar at Jack Astor's and had a couple drinks whilst conversing about life. It was relaxing, relieving and wonderful. There was not a dull moment :) And, though there were a few groups of males who entered and eyed us from the other side of the bar (and may have thought we were both out of the closet because we are hot chicks who paid them no heed what-so-ever and laughed about various topics; like painted spatulas of death wrapped in Christmas paper) We were still chatting away and philosophizing even after they were done their drinks, got bored and left. Our walk back was immensely pleasant as we lighted our Tampa sweet and elaborated on issues of the world.
Long, deep and humorous talks are so sweet and nourishing to the soul.
Cheers to my ladies and our great conversations! *You know who you are* ;)

Gee.... I've been having a lot of dates with women lately... Not an uncommon thing for me or any female for that matter.
Yet, people are commenting on this.... I am attracted to males! They are the initiators, and most of them are not initiating dates with me. Is that so surprising?

Tuesday, March 02, 2004

During the summer a co-worker passed this quote along to me when she noticed that I was struggling. It hit right at the core of how weak I began to feel and reminded me to draw strength from God. I hope that it may bless you as much as it has blessed me;

"Believe, when you are most unhappy, that there is something for you to do in the world. So long as you can sweeten another's pain, life is not in vain."
-Helen Keller
Jars of Clay

Convinced of my deception, I’ve always been a fool
I fear this love reaction just like you said I would
A rose could never lie about the love it brings
And I could never promise to be any of those things

If I was not so weak, if I was not so cold,
If I was not so scared of being broken, growing old

I would be
I would be

Blessed are the shallow, a depth they’ll never find
There seems to be some comfort in rooms I try to hide
Exposed beyond the shadows, take the cup from me,
Dirt removes my blindness, pain becomes my peace
If I was not so weak, if I was not so cold,
If I was not so scared of being broken, growing old

I would be
I would be
I would be
I would be

***Our inability to live in weakness truly makes us weak

Kiss Your Feet-Delirious
All I have in this world
Is more than a king could ever wish for
All these crowns leave me cold
For I was born to kiss your feet

All I have in this life
Is all for a king, You know I live for
And your crown bears my name,
For I was born to give you praise

Isn’t He beautiful
Isn’t He beautiful
Isn’t He beautiful

Take this life, take it all
I’m breathing the dirt, but I have clean hands
So I’ll run with my boots on
For I was born to give you fame.