Friday, March 21, 2014
As Sweet as Honey
Who doesn’t have the right to happy ending? Especially one brave enough to follow her heart. (34)
[W]hen is grief rational? (42)
Grandmother takes in all of this hurt, all of these questions, and shrugs her shoulders. In that shrug lies the way of compassion, of not knowing. But when one is in the throes of emotion, a shrug is hard to come by. A shrug is ancient; it is a way of acknowledging pain, of moving past it while acknowledging it, of recognizing that many things are out of our control, that the world is impermanent, that love and loss go hand in hand. (65)
[H]er female brain knew that brains had no gender, they were simply brains, and no one used his as much as Einstein had. (93)
Isn’t that who we are at heart, a species that tells and doesn’t tell, keeps the heart and brain hidden, complicating our lives for the drama, so we don’t have to face the night? (126)
When you see someone after a long time, you wonder where the time had gone. What had really prevented you from keeping in touch, visiting? It is a terrible feeling, because the reasons are so selfish and petty. We hadn’t tried hard enough, and at some point, we forgot. (221)
It’s a bit hard to know what the words of the Bible mean if we don’t even know what the words are! (11)
For modern people intimately familiar with the major contemporary Western religious (Judaism, Christianity, Islam), it may be hard to imagine, but books played virtually no role in the polytheistic religions of the ancient Western world. These religions were almost exclusively concerned with honoring he gods through ritual acts of sacrifice. There were no doctrines to be learned . . . and almost no ethical principles to be followed, as laid out in books. . . . This is not to say that adherents of the various polytheistic religions had no beliefs about their gods or that they had no ethics, but beliefs and ethics . . . played almost no role in religion per se. These were instead matters of personal philosophy, and philosophies, of course could be bookish. Since ancient religions themselves did not require any particular sets of “right doctrines” or, for the most part, “ethical codes,” books placed almost no role in them. (19)
[I]t is the change of a single word: so why does it matter? It matters because the only way to understand what an author wants to say is to know what his words—all his words—actually were. (Think of all the sermons preached on the basis of a single word in a text: what if the word is one the author didn’t actually write?) (56)
That is to say, once a scribe changes a text—whether accidentally or intentionally—then those changes are permanent in his manuscript (unless, of course, another scribe comes along to correct the mistake). The next scribe who copies that manuscript copies those mistakes (thinking they are what the text said), and he adds mistakes of his own. The next scribe who then copies that manuscript copies the mistakes of both his predecessors and adds mistakes of his own, and so on. The only way mistakes get corrected is when a scribe recognizes that a predecessor has made an error and tries to resolve it. There is no guarantee, however that a scribe who tries to correct a mistake corrects it correctly. That is, by changing what he thinks is an error, he may in fact change it incorrectly, so now there are three forms of the text: the original, the error, and the incorrect attempt to resolve the error. Mistakes multiply and get repeated; sometimes they get corrected and sometimes they get compounded. And so it goes. For centuries. (57)
That naturally leaves the reader with a dilemma: if this story was not originally part of John, should it be considered part of the Bible? Not everyone will respond to this question in the same way, but for most textual critics, the answer is no. (65)
My new pens weren’t cheap, but when I think of all the time I spend using pens and how much I appreciate a good pen, I realize it was money well spent. Finely made tools help make work a pleasure. (172)
It’s easy to make the mistake of thinking that if you have something you love or there’s something you want, you’ll be happier with more. (179)
Quoting Samuel Johnson: To live in perpetual want of little things is a state, not indeed of torture, but of constant vexation. (181)
Happiness experts point out that merely making and sticking to a decision is a source of happiness, because it gives you a feeling of control, of efficacy, of responsibility. (187)
Will focusing on spiritual matters make you happier? According to the research, yes. Studies show that spiritual people are relatively happier, they’re more mentally and physically healthy, deal better with stress, have better marriages, and live longer. (195-196)
If you can’t be a good example—then you’ll just have to be a horrible warning. (167)
If concentrating on the how of our lives breaks old behavioral taboos and clears out emotional baggage, it also enlarges our field of potential attachments. (171)
I want to be the truest self I can reach. I want to do the best I can toward those I love and expect no more from them. I want to celebrate the gift of the present. With authenticity and gratitude. With curiosity and mastery. With courage and generosity. With humor and empathy. And a grain of salt. (179)
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
A sort of flash fiction piece. I'm not particularly thrilled with this one. I know where I was trying to go but not sure I really arrived, if you know what I mean. But I was stumped about what to share this week and someone on g+ suggested I share the 7th thing on the list so here it is.
Dear Miss Miller
I no I lied. You are angry. Pleas forgive me.
I told you I was sik. I was not sik.
Mommy’s friend was sik. She couldn’t watch the twins.
Mommy had to work.
I had to stay home.
I had to watch the twins.
I missed alot of school. I want to do my homewrk.
If I do my homework will you let me come back to school?
Can you mak it so I can go home?
I went home after they brung me here.
I snuck out.
Mommy was home. I told her I could help with the twins.
She slamed the door. She draged me to the room.
The twins were gon. She said they took the twins. Jus like they took me.
I no it’s because I lied. I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean to.
Please don’t be angry anymor.
You took me to Mr Thompson.
I told him the truth.
There was a lady there. She told me her name. I forget.
She was there and I told Mr Thompson the truth.
You must thawt the lady wood bring me home. After school she didn’t.
She took me to this other place.
I don’t like it here. I want to go home.
It smells funny. Not funny like the school. Its a bad funny.
You wouldn’t like it here.
I no I lied and probly belong to here.
I didn’t mean to be so bad. I didn’t mean to lie.
Tell Mr Thompson about the lady not taking me home. He coud help you.
You need to help me get home.
Please except my apology. Let me go home.
My mommy didn’t mean to hit me.
She was mad. I made the twins go away because I told a lie.
She was crying too. Not just screaming.
I no she is sorry. I am sorry too.
Please tell the lady to take me home. And the twins.
We want to go home.
I no you can help.
You are the best teacher.
You tawt me so much. I no I missed alot of school.
If you let me I can come back and I’ll do all the homework I missed.
And I promise I won’t ever lie agen.
I miss the twins.
I miss mommy.
I miss you.
Pleas help me.
Pleas forgive me.
If you can’t mak me go home can you mak the twins go home.
My mommy is so sad. She don’t like being alone.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
With the boot camp behind me, I began using the Firm Zip Medicine Ball Kit. As I explained in my previous post, the kit comes with a calendar and I will be following their calendar’s suggested workouts for each day. During the first week, we only do one of the workouts. That’s only 15 minutes of exercise a day. Next week, however, there are two days when we do two back-to-back workouts.
Thus far, I am still not excited with these workouts. In my review, I mentioned that the instructors do encourage the user to not use the medicine ball or the core ball during the workout. But, honestly, this suggestion is just weird because so many of the exercises require the use of the medicine ball. I am still feeling too uncoordinated to follow the moves and the same 3 workouts were rotated the first six days so I did them the first time without the ball and then used the ball the second time around. (I’m a rebel and always used the core ball.)
And we got a scale so I was able to weigh-in this week. Woohoo! Better still, I lost nearly 4 lbs in 3 weeks. That means I’m still in my target range of losing 1 lb a week.
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(Quick explanation: The medicine ball that comes with the kit unzips to reveal a core ball. The medicine ball weighs 5 lbs and the core ball weighs 3. When the core ball is zipped up inside the kit, it's 8 lbs all together. I hope that makes sense.)
Sunday, March 16, 2014
If you read last week’s post, it should come as no surprise that this week has been eventful. I went to The Doctor’s office on Monday and Tuesday mornings, shadowed the woman she hired to do the job for which I myself was interviewed. For obvious reasons, I won’t be able to say a lot about what I am doing. At times like these, I wish my name were Jane Doe because I could more freely share without concern, still using pseudonyms and avoiding too many details to obscure specifics. With a name like Satia, it’s best to err on the side of caution.
I’ve been reviewing one of my textbooks from the course I took in 2012, reminding myself of details that are easily forgotten over the 2 years since I first studied the material and now, the kind of things where you easily lose if you don’t use them. Theory versus practice, obviously.
Thursday was the big day for the household because Holly has been neutered. Poor Rob was not feeling well the day before and was up at least ten times during the night and then he had to get up super early to take her to the vet where she stayed for the day. When she came home, she was doped up and groggy. She drank a little, didn’t want to touch her food, and just took care of herself as best she could. So I was in the same room with her, making sure she didn’t try to clean the wound, and being overly anxious. Why so anxious, Satia?
Well, last time we sent a dog to have a surgery, the end result was lethal.
By Friday morning, her tail was up but not frequently. Still, it was a good sign. On Saturday, she even started wanting to play. Of course, we have to be careful about what we let her do. We simply cannot let her do whatever she wants. She’s healing and this is where we have to be like a parent, making sure out little girl doesn’t do something that causes post-surgical complications.
The rest of the week was relatively uneventful. I exercised (I'll write more about that on Tuesday) and walked with Kanika. I talked to my mother and Rob went to see Bibi dance at a local high school. Speaking of Brianna, she won a writing contest at her school for her grade level. She wrote about snails and even drew a picture. Yes, I know you can't really see it but here is what it says:
A snail is slimy. A snail has a sell. A snail is lihgt brown. Snails eat leavs. A snail livs on a leef. they move very slow.
The snail is a happy snail, probably because there's a sun in the sky (upper left) and a leaf right by it's happy face. So that's pretty nifty. She's definitely surrounded with a lot of people who encourage learning. Poor thing doesn't stand a chance!