Point to Ponder

If you purchase something from the store, it's yours. That means you get to choose how to use it.

Is this correct?

If you are in agreeance, hold onto your hat.

Christ bought us with his life, a very high price for ones so lowly as we. This translates simply: I have no right to tell God what I'm going to do with my life. It isn't mine anymore. Wow...

Excerpt

The writing of their proposal caused quite a stir...:

"Have you ever been in a room with a bunch of well-meaning but experientially challenged PC folk when they're working themselves up into a mega-tizzy of self-righteous indignation over some supposed injustice? If not, lucky you."
Bastard Tongues by Derek Bickerton

Not a fan of the title just because it's not a pretty word but, the information inside the book (thus far) is very interesting.

What would you find if you simulated an environment in which people of different languages were put together for over a year on a deserted island? What would their language look like? What does that show us about the languages in existence today?

I'll give you an update when I finish reading through this very interesting linguistics study.

Nameless entry

I read a blog yesterday and it made me sad. The man opened it a year ago, he was married when he started it and very much interested in a woman from work. You may wonder why I was sucked into reading about this person who so clearly was opening up his secret thoughts to the whole world. Well, probably because at first it sounded like a crush who was too shy to act, but upon scanning other entries I learned he was married at the first signs of interest in this young woman and that he was headed towards divorce.

What brings us as people to share things on a public forum that we would be embarrassed to share face-to-face?

Two years ago a friend posted on the very same subject. I remember letting that process and knowing that in fact a faceless entry to a world unknown, is an outlet, but how much information is too much? Do I really need to know he’s talking about an affair? Do I want to know? Why can't people write those kinds of things down in a real journal or at least a typed journal that the public doesn’t get to see, perhaps something saved only to the hard drive of the computer?

I pop in on the world of other blogs (and the wider internet for that matter) because now and then I find amazing artists. People who use worlds like a paintbrush or who take photographs that leave me speechless—revealing the awesome beauty of the world God created. The hazard is that the world, online and “irl” is full of humans, base, shameless humans who would contort and twist the wonders of any world into ugliness.

So take the good with the bad, just make sure to discard the latter.