Now we’re supposed to believe that pornography is actually beneficial for society? Destroying people’s ability to relate normally to the other sex and destroying so many families has a bright side? I guess there’s a reason that Scientific American gets called ”Science Fiction American.”
And it’s the only real creepy episode, where they all get detention and everyone starts dying. It’s the part where Feeny gets stabbed in the back with the scissors. The moment after he falls, the lights go out.
Scared the crap out of me. It’s still storming, and I’m not feeling too super.
I’ve never understood why our culture thinks that illegally downloading music is okay. I know, a lot of people are going to get mad at me for this, but my opinions aren’t posted so I can be popular.
One excuse I hear over and over again is "If I didn’t download my music, I wouldn’t have any music at all because I can’t afford it." I have two arguments against that. Bottom line, do you steal other things just because you can’t afford them? If you see a shirt you really want, even if it’s a reasonable price, but you don’t have the money in your pocket, your gut reaction isn’t to take it and walk away. You either pass it up, wait for it to go on sale, save up for it, or ask for it for a holiday or birthday present.
A newly released CD is usually in the neighborhood of $14 these days. Usually $10 if you look at Best Buy. You put it on your computer and you can literally have those 12 or so tracks for the rest of your life. No worry about wear and tear or scratches because it’s right on your computer. If you back your music up with the rest of your files, you don’t even have to worry about a system crash. It’s all right there.
Secondly, the people who I’ve heard this excuse from have been fully capable of affording a $10 CD. These are people who have expensive music devices like iPods that they’ve bought themselves. When I was a freshman in high school, I had roughly 1000 songs on my iPod. A girl I knew freaked out when she found out that all of my music was paid for, and said, “That’s like, a thousand dollars worth of music! Why would you pay for it when you don’t have to?”
Even though I didn’t spend a thousand dollars on those songs because when you buy full albums (which I do 99% of the time) you don’t pay a dollar per song, let’s just say I did. A thousand dollars on music that I still have today, that I still love today. I bet you I can list ten albums that I had in middle school that I still have as a college freshman. (Don’t believe me? Scroll to the bottom of this post.)
Anyway, back on point, how many of you have cell phones? How many of you pay at least $40 a month for them? That’s $480 a year. That means in two years and one month, you will have paid the same amount that I supposedly paid for my music. If you can spend that much on a cell phone plan, you can spend that much on music.
Another argument I hear a lot is "I’ve never heard of an artist going broke because people stopped buying music." You know why? The artists you’ve heard of are already big. They have enough money that they can lose income and do little or no adjusting to compensate for it. But there are always bands who can’t afford to keep going for more than a tour because they don’t make enough money. People wonder why merchandise costs so much at shows, but it’s because they need to make money somehow. Selling tickets makes money, yes, but if all you’re doing is breaking even, how do you afford things like food? The cost of touring is high. Smaller bands don’t get a gigantic tour bus that they can sleep in. There’s, of course, the initial cost of instruments. Then there’s the cost of hotels. Gas. Buying merchandise that they try to sell. And that’s if they just take themselves. Not enough people want to see a band like that, who plays in a small venue with no effects or anything. If you want to have any sort of decorative thing on stage, you have to either know how to set it up yourself or pay someone to. If you want to be able to sell merchandise while you’re on stage or getting ready, instead of just before and after, you have to hire people to sell things. Sound managers. Equipment managers. Stage managers. If you don’t want to spend your entire career being an opening act, you need all of these things. Then let’s split up the profits: if you have a record company, they make part of the money. If you don’t have a record company, you have to pay money to publicize yourself and get yourself places. If you don’t know how to get venues, you have to hire a booking agent. Then when all of that is done, you divide the money you made by the number of people in the band, typically a minimum of three people.
I also hear “music should be free.” Why? I’d like a legitimate answer as to why music should be free. We don’t expect food to be free, and that’s a real societal need. We don’t expect clothes to be free, either. What about our homes or our cars? The best excuse I’ve ever gotten was "musicians should perform for the love of it and not to make money." As someone who wants to be a performing musician someday, I agree. Completely. But I’d still like to make enough money to only have to be in music (rather than additionally taking a part time job) someday. I’d also like to have a house, a car, a husband, and children someday. If every time I perform I’m only breaking even, how am I supposed to raise a family? If my husband can’t expect me to make any profit with my career, why should I expect him to make enough for both of us? That’s unfair.
Of course I would never start a family without a stable income, but if no one’s buying music, merch is too expensive for fans to buy, and I have all of these expenses and I’m not “popular” music, how am I ever supposed to get a stable income? Not every musician who’s in it for the love of it even has the ability to get big. And we all know that fame and talent are not necessarily linked.
The only time I think acquiring music you didn’t purchase is okay is if a friend recommends a band. I’m extremely careful about what bands I give my money to, because I don’t want to buy a CD because I like a few songs only to find out that the other songs are about sex or drugs or anti-God or anti-religion. A girl who used to be my best friend would find bands on AOL Music (flashback, right?), buy the CDs, and then burn one for me to see if I liked it. If I did, I’d either go and buy the CD myself or buy albums after that one as they were released. Don’t believe me? Because of her, I now own all of the Good Charlotte albums, all of the My Chemical Romance albums (and a few B-sides), three Simple Plan CDs, both of Flyleaf’s albums and both of their EPs, and all of Rise Against’s albums, just to name a few.
It’s silly that I should even have to point out arguments for this. It’s called “piracy” because it’s stealing. You’re taking something without giving anything in return, and robbing the owner of what they deserve. The musicians own their songs just like we own our ideas. They chose to sell them just like the As Seen on TV guys chose to sell their ideas. Just because it’s easy to acquire music doesn’t mean it’s okay. This should be a no-brainer, especially to my Christian friends who are guilty of piracy. We go against the grain in everything else in the name of what’s right. Why is music any different?
Oh, and as promised: (1) Flyleaf’s self-titled album, (2) Rise Against’s The Sufferer and the Witness, (3) Relient K’s Mhm, (4) My Chemical Romance’s Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, (5) the All-American Rejects’ Move Along, (6) Good Charlotte’s self-titled album, (7) Evanescence’s Fallen, (8) Linkin Park’s Hybrid Theory, (9) Switchfoot’s The Beautiful Letdown, (10) Three Day’s Grace’s One-X. I’d have more if I chose to repeat artists (such as after I got Relient K’s Mhm, I purchased their three earlier albums, I also got Evanescence’s The Open Door in middle school as well as Three Days Grace’s self-titled album… need I go on?)
If anyone who ever went to a Roman Catholic Mass before, especially Non-Catholic Christians, it might seem so strange with all the vestments and chants and hymns. Unfortunately, a lot of Christians, including Catholics themselves, never knew why the way Mass is being held the way it is. For all I know, I never knew that Mass was a “celebration” of what is to come according to the Book of Revelation.
I came across to two individuals that really got me into searching the deeper meaning of Mass itself and they are Michael Cumbie and Scott Hahn. They are former Protestant Ministers that got converted to Catholicism. It is very interesting that the very things that I learn so much about my Faith in the past year has came from former Protestants, not Catholics. So THANK YOU BROTHERS-IN-CHRIST! So I am just going to give you some information about Mass that I got from the book “Reasons to Believe” by Scott Hahn.
First off, every single type of Prayers in Mass came from the Bible itself.
Opening Blessing - Matthew 28:19 Apostolic Greeting - 2 Corinthians 13:14 Amen - 1 Chronicles 16:36b The Lord be with You. - Luke 1:28; 2 Thessalonians 3:16; Ruth 2:4 Lord, have mercy. - Matthew 17:15, 20:31; Psalm 123:3 Glory to God… (Gloria) - Luke 2:14, plus MANY texts in Revelation Alleluia - Revelation 19:1-6; Tobit 13:18 Lift up your hearts. - Lamentations 3:41 Holy, holy, holy… - Revelations 4:8; Isaiah 6:3; Mark 11:9-10; Psalm 118:26 Eucharistic prayer - 1 Corinthians 11:23-26; Matthew 26:26-28; Mark 14:22-24; Luke 22:17-20 The Great Amen - Revelation 5:14 The Lord’s Prayer - Matthew 6:9-13 Peace be with you. - John 14:27; 20:19 Lamb of God - John 1:29; Revelations 5:6 and else where This is the Lamb of God… - Revelation 19:9 Lord, I am not worthy… - Matthew 8:8 Go in peace. - Luke 7:50; 2 Chronicles 35:3 Thanks be to God. - 2 Corinthians 9:15
This is not even including the 3 Full Scripture Readings and singing Psalm every Mass. The 1st Reading comes to mostly the Old Testament but also (depending on the Season, Book of Acts), the 2nd Reading comes from the Epistles, and then 3rd Reading comes from the Gospels. If someone were to go to Mass daily for 3 years, they will basically read almost the whole Bible itself. Most Protestant Churches (Non-Catholic Christians) would only have one Bible Reading per service. If someone where to say that they are a Christian, would it make sense to go (preach) through the WHOLE Book itself?
That’s not only it, for even the gestures of the Mass are biblical and so are the furnishings and wardrobe. Catholic worship tracks very closely with the heavenly worship as it is portrayed in the Book of Revelation. When the priest makes the sign of cross, he is making the mark described inRevelation 7:3 and 14:1 and foreshadow in Ezekiel 9:4. When he stretches out his arms, he evokes Moses during the Battle of Amalek(Exodus 17:12) and Jesus on the Cross. At the end of mass, when the priest extends his hands, he is doing what priests have done since the days of Israel’s sojourn in the desert: “Then Aaron lifted up his hands toward the people and blessed them.” (Leviticus 9:22). The Church’s priests wear vestments in order to imitate the robed presbyters who worship in heaven (Revelations 4:4). And even in the age of electric lights, the Church continues to use candles in order to evoke the lamp-stands depicted in the Bible’s most vivid heavenly visions (Revelations 1:12). The same is true of the use of incense in worship (Revelations 5:8)and chalices (Revelations 16) as vessels. Congregational kneeling is another Gospel practice. In the New Testament, kneeling is the prayer posture of mothers, rulers, lepers, and Jesus Himself (Matthew 8:2, 9:18, 15:25; Luke 22:41).
I was with my husband, only we were just engaged, and we were in a musical together.
It was so cute!
I’m in a really good mood now. I felt for him exactly how I want to feel about the man I marry. And it was just a really sweet dream. We had remained abstinent throughout our relationship, didn’t kiss that much, but loved each other enormously, and before all of the singing and dancing we were talking about wedding plans and how excited we both were.
This has been bothering me for a long time, and I should’ve said something sooner, but better late than never. (TL;DR? Scroll down to the bold.)
I’ve noticed on Tumblr there’s been a shift in what people see as “beautiful” when it comes to weight. This is fine - it’s about time we all stopped trying to be size 00 models and starving ourselves for beauty’s sake. What I don’t like is the number of people who now respond with things like, “Ew, look at her. She’s way too skinny. I’d never want to look like that. It’s almost scary! I’ll just go eat my cake now.”
I’m not exaggerating that either. And the cake comment isn’t sarcastic. I’ve read more than one picture post that had a response similar to that on it. One I specifically remember was of a bunch of angles of a girl, like her thighs, her hips as she was laying down, her collar bones, etc., and it said things like, “I’d rather have hips than eat a cupcake.”
Someone, I don’t remember who, commented back with how much they’d rather eat than be that skinny. A while later, someone reblogged a magazine cover and ranted about how they were disgustingly skinny and how glad they were that they didn’t look like that.
Be careful what you say. I’m 5’ 5” and the last time I was in the doctor’s office I was, with clothes on, 99.8 pounds. I’ve never once been on a diet. I don’t count calories or eat foods that are good for me. I’m skinny because I don’t like food. I haven’t since I was a kid. I don’t just mean that I’m a picky eater, but even if I find something I enjoy, if I eat it too many times, even if those times are spread out, I slowly dislike it or find it boring.
The thing with food is I can’t just not eat it because I don’t like it. Food is an essential part of every single day, multiple times a day. I can’t substitute it with something better.
To compound it, I’ve had stomach problems since I was a little kid. Toward the end of my freshman year in high school, things started getting worse. I had such severe problems that I was homeschooled my sophomore year and the first semester of my senior year. It wasn’t until the fall of my senior year that anyone had any real help to offer, and that was that it might be a wheat allergy.
So much for the cake and cupcakes everyone’s talking about. Bread. Noodles. Crackers. Anything with breading, like fish or chicken. Hamburgers. Hot dogs. Pizza. Certain tortilla shells. Anything with flour.
When you already don’t like food, it’s nearly impossible to go completely wheat free. Wheat-free substitutes almost never tasted like the food they were supposed to. Plus they’re expensive.
Things started to get scary. If I missed a single meal, I’d end up throwing up because my body had no fat to get by with. I got a flu about a month ago that forced me to stop eating almost completely for two days, as per a recommendation from the ER doctor I saw. When I was in third grade, I got a virus that caused me to lose fifteen pounds in a week. If something like that were to happen right now, I’d probably die.
Anyone who’s been following my posts knows that I’ve started eating wheat again. It’s a good thing, and I haven’t gotten sick yet, but that doesn’t make me enjoy eating any more than I did last summer. I’m still going to be very skinny, especially when I go to college and I’m walking everywhere.
For years, I’ve been made fun of my female friends of mine. They say I have “no boobs” and “no butt” and laugh that a guy could find me attractive. As if that isn’t enough, I’ve been shopping for dresses and swimsuits for college lately, and everything that’s right in my waist size is too big for my bust. That’s a huge hit to the ego. If I want a dress that fits me without taking it in, I have to wear junior’s sizes. I refuse to wear them because it’s almost impossible to find a modest dress for a teenager. So I’m stuck with paying more to get a dress to fit me right in the chest because society says my shape is wrong.
Moral of the story: we all make comments about other people’s looks in our heads (which we should try to work on anyway), but there is absolutely no need to do so in a public manner. There’s no real concern with anyone who says these things. They’re just trying to make themselves feel better. Let’s keep in mind that most of the girls who are “scary skinny” also have mental disorders like bulimia or anorexia and even if they’re stuck up about their weight, we need to be the better people and keep our mouthes shut. If we’re really rebelling against what society says is beautiful, we should instead find a weight that’s healthy and comfortable for us and just be content with that.
If you’re honestly concerned with someone about their weight, take them aside privately and talk to them compassionately. We wouldn’t have such problems with society if we would just all be happy with our own bodies. Can I say I’m content with my shape? No. Very few women are. But I also don’t publicly comment about other people. It’s not my place. I don’t know them. And even if I did, what would come of it?
The weight issue has been a problem for a long time with humans now. The root of the problem is ourselves. We need to be more loving and less judgmental about our fellow humans, no matter what shape or size they are.
A few days ago, I was reading Archbishop Dolan’s comments on the passage of gay marriage and I learned something interesting. He wrote about an opinion piece that was published in a newspaper regarding non-monogamous marriages. So I did some googling.
To my shock, a number of people think that non-monogamy in marriages makes sense….
"So, yes, it’s hard to be gay and Catholic — it’s hard to be anythingand Catholic — because I don’t always get to do what I want. Show me a religion where you always get to do what you want and I’ll show you a pretty shabby, lazy religion. Something not worth living or dying for, or even getting up in the morning for. That might be the kind of world John Lennon wanted, but John Lennon was kind of an idiot.
Would I trade in my Catholicism for a worldview where I get to marry a man? Would I trade in the Eucharist and the Mass and the rest of it? Being a Catholic means believing in a God who literally waits in the chapel for me, hoping I’ll stop by just for ten minutes so he can pour out love and healing on my heart. Which is worth more — all this, or getting to have sex with who I want? I wish everybody, straight or gay, had as beautiful a life as I have.”
I’ve been really freaking out about doing the endoscopy ever since Wednesday. Through tears a couple of nights ago, I looked up what the point of doing one would be. Basically, an endoscopy can show acid reflux, inflammation, ulcers, cancer, or a stomach abnormality. A few years ago, I did a barium x-ray that already told us that I have minor acid reflux but don’t have any ulcers. Check those two off. I’ve been struggling with these stomach problems for three, going on four years now, and I don’t have any real cancer symptoms. Check that off. If the endoscopy would show inflammation, who cares? That doesn’t show me why or what to do about it. And I think I’d have more severe symptoms if I had an abnormality.
So I came to the conclusion that it wasn’t worth my anxiety. Instead, I’m going to try some medication for acid reflux. I tried a few in the past, classified as proton pump inhibitors, and they made me violently ill, but my GI doctor said that some people get sick on all but one. It’s just finding the one that works.
In addition, I’ve started eating wheat again! I’m going to keep a food diary and see when I get sick, and hopefully in a few months, I can do a blood test (which still scares me, but not nearly as much as the scope) and see if it really is a wheat intolerance that’s been such a problem.
On the Catholic side of life, I cantored yesterday for our new priest, Father Al. He seems like a really sweet guy, but he’s a lot more reserved than Father Mark. I think I’m going to like him a lot, I’m just going to have to get used to him.
I also went to the shrine, and my mom got me a beautiful miraculous metal, and $3 St. Benedict crucifix to tide me over until I get one I like more. She also got me a pretty little cell phone charm that has a blue four-way cross and a miraculous metal on it. Today, I ordered a gorgeous gold and silver colored crucifix, an anchor medallion, and a three-leaf clover pendant. I’m going to be totally set. I’m really, really excited. I love wearing a crucifix.
My mom also got me a gorgeous picture of St. Helena for my dorm. I am one very pleased Catholic girl, lemme tell ya.
I feel like an enormous weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. It’s wonderful.
Here are the last three from our group of butterflies! So, when we counted caterpillars and eggs at the beginning of the season, we thought we had eighteen. Then, as time went on, we realized we only had seventeen critters. That would mean that we had two chrysalis left today. Then, lo and behold, we had three butterflies show up. We were all really relieved that the lost one raised itself and made it!
This is the last guy of the season, Bernard, released on July 3rd. I stuck him on my mom's sleeve, and he didn't want to leave. They bonded pretty quickly, as you can imagine.
This girl was my favorite of the day. Ursula, also released July 3rd, was more than ready to leave, but she let me get some good shots of her on the Easter Lily.
And finally, here’s Clare, released on July 3rd. She wasn’t too crazy about the idea of us taking pictures of her, so I don’t have many. My dad decided he wanted to release one, so she was paired with him. When we first found her outside, she was clinging to the screen door, as if begging to leave. Yet when we went out to let the three of them go, she was the last to depart. Bernard left first, Ursula second, and then Clare literally looked left and right before realizing she was the only one left.
All in all, we had an extremely successful year. Out of eighteen caterpillars, seventeen made it to be a butterfly. Supposedly, only one in every ten makes it that far in the wild, because of all of the threats that they face. Despite the circumstances, nothing too tragic happened and we all had a good time along the way.
All of these guys were released on July 2nd. We lost track of who was who in the pictures, because, as you can imagine, with five butterflies, they tend to fly around and mix themselves up. Bernadette was the smallest girl by far, Carmen and Colette may as well have been twins, as they were around the same size and had this really beautiful brown on the inside of their wings, and Dorothy was the largest of all of them. Benjamin was the easiest one to tell apart, though - he was the only boy! Taking my best guess, judging by the picture, I believe the order was (bottom, from left to right) Bernadette, Carmen, Colette, and (top, from left to right) Benjamin and Dorothy.
Here’s a picture of Bernadette on Matt’s hand, basking in the sunlight. Such beauties they all were!
For starters, I had a doctor’s appointment on Wednesday, and I scheduled when I’m going to do my endoscopy. It’s next Thursday at 9:15am, and I’m horrified out of my mind. Because of this, I spent a long time last night bawling my eyes out. I don’t feel like I have any other options at this point, but that doesn’t make the idea of them shoving a camera down my throat any more pleasing. I have a gigantic, irrational fear of needles, so the IV makes me want to scream. And I’m afraid of doctors in general. I’d never want to be in a room alone with one. I still bring my mom to all of my appointments, but my GI doctor said that she doesn’t know if they’ll let my mom be there with me while they’re doing the procedure. Basically, everything about this makes me want to just say forget it and keep living life the way I am. I’m still considering backing out.
Then I had to say goodbye to my priest. I went to noon mass with my mom and Matt, and worshipped with Father Mark for most likely the last time in my life. My mom’s still planning on going to visit him at his new parish every so often (after December, per his request), but I’ll be in college and once I’ve graduated I probably won’t even live in Wisconsin. That was incredibly hard.
As I was sitting home relaxing after, Matt got a text from his sister saying that a teacher from my high school died. He had a stroke last week, and I guess he had another one yesterday morning that ended his life. I never had him, but my Freshman year, he always walked by me in the hallway on his way out the door and said goodbye to me and my friends. He was a member of another parish, but occasionally he went to my church. Even after retiring in ‘09, he still went to our graduations. He wasn’t able to make mine, so while we were preparing at school, he came and told all of the seniors how proud he was of us, and told us the reason he couldn’t make it was because his grandson was being baptized. He was such a good person.
So next Tuesday I’ll be going to his wake and saying a rosary with anyone else who shows, and next Wednesday I’ll be attending his funeral.
I’d just really like things to start getting better. Like, now. Please. Prayers for Father Mark, Father Al, all of the Catholics affected by this move (40 in my diocese alone are moving), Mr. Sauer and his family, and myself would be unbelievably appreciated.
Here’s Carolyn, the first girl of the year, released on June 28th. She was named after Matt’s mother Carol.
This boy’s name is Apollo, also released on June 28th. He started climbing on an Easter Lily leaf, and I thought it was a perfect picture so I pulled my camera out. Maybe he’s camera shy, but once I started snapping pictures, he pressed his face against the window so I couldn’t get a good angle. I was like, “Hey bro. Bro. Bro. Let me get a good picture. Bro. Broseph. Bropollo.” So now his nickname is Bropollo. Haha.
This sweetheart’s name is Alice. She was released on June 30th.
These two bad boys have some big shoes to fill. Released on July 1st, Augustine (left) and Benedict (right) both clung to the window and hung out by each other for a while before we let them go. Matt took a liking to Augustine while Benedict was my friend. After these pictures were taken, we kept them separate so we could tell who was who when we set them free.
And here’s Belina. She was also released on July 1st with Augustine and Benedict, but she decided to stay low on the window beside them. She’s probably still living with the idea that boys have cooties. Either that, or she was playing hard to get.