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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Honors Comp Essay #2: Two Men, Two Sermons



Two Men, Two Sermons

"Who is it that is supposed to articulate the longings and aspirations of the people more than the preacher? Somehow the preacher must have a kind of fire shut up in his bones." ~Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Billy Sunday and Martin Luther King, Jr. didn’t agree on many things, but on one topic, they were both clear; it was a dangerous time to be alive. Their world teemed with examples of sickness and moral confusion. In each man’s social strata crisis was at hand, and they both felt called to bring the solution to their people. Each man firmly believed that the salvation of both society and soul could be found in the Gospel of Jesus Christ, yet these seemingly parallel paths led to incredibly divergent destinations.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Theatre Critique #1: Manicures and Monuments


“How many toenails will it take to get to South Dakota?"


I think that Vicki Caroline Cheatwood’s Manicures and Monuments, put on by the local Blue Moon Productions, was intended to be tragicomedy, but I cannot say that with any authority. It is very hard to discern the intended effect from a play that seems almost schizophrenic in tone, switching from comedy to cynicism and from engaging supporting characters to stale supporting props in the time it took me to eat a slice of the fantastic lemon cake served during intermission, which was by far the best part of the entire experience. The audience, most of whom were quite a bit older than myself, seemed to take it as a series of humorous ‘There but the Grace of God’ vignettes, but if I had to hazard a guess, I’d say that we were all supposed to go home and be grateful for our human connections, no matter where we find them. Either way, the quality of the play itself, combined with the mediocre talent of Blue Moon Productions, was not what I would call an enjoyable hour and a half.

The Darndest Things

Me: I really want this toaster + egg cooker combo.
Angel: But you already have one.
Me: What?
Angel: Me and Micheal! He makes great toast and I make great eggs. If you make bacon, then that's a thing.

Friday, September 21, 2012

Photo of the Day

Mike's X-5, which he describes as an
'airborne missile launcher'. He's pretty awesome.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Photo of the Day

The boys, enjoying the gazebo at CU.

Poor Angel, with the sun in her eyes. :P

Saturday, September 15, 2012

On Children's Autonomy.

Slut-shaming as parenting.*


"I took slut looking pictures."

Not, I disobeyed. Not, I posted photos that could negatively impact my life. Not, I behaved inappropriately for my age. But, I took photos that implied that I owned my sexuality and body, which angered the people who actually own my sexuality and body.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Government Presentation #1: An Analysis of The Judiciary Branch, as Proposed in the Federalist #78-84

My notes and handout from my first presentation for my American Federal Government class.


Presentation Notes:
I'd like to begin with a very famous quote. It that appears nowhere within the Federalist, but is nevertheless present throughout.

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed."
This statement encapsulates the entire basis of our Union. We have rights. The government exists to secure them. That's the point. Out of these branches, the Judiciary does the most to secure and promote those rights, because they provide 'equal justice under the law' to every citizen. (Except maybe Dred Scott.)

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

The Darndest Things

I vaguely heard Mike and Ike arguing this morning. After a moment, I realized that they were discussing the idea of an afterlife, and Isaiah was arguing on behalf of Valhalla, as described to him by his dad.

Ike: If you die with a sword, you go to this little place where you get eat and drink and then eat and drink again and it keeps on going until someone kills your soul already, and then it happens again, because having your soul killed makes you hungry.

Monday, September 10, 2012

The Darndest Things

Mike: Was 1995 so long ago?
Me: In 1995, I was your age.
Mike: Whoa. That was a long time ago.
Angel: I thought you were born in 1995?

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Photo of the Day

Mike found his bow tie creation to be tres amusing. :)


Saturday, September 8, 2012

Photo of the Day

My happy boys at Liana's bowling birthday party.
Look at that cake! Lili's dad made and decorated it.


Thursday, September 6, 2012

Who, me?

Do I want to take an all-expense paid trip to Boston for a week in November? Um... Yes?! I ♥ being an Honors student. :D :D :D

(Also, is this a question to which people actually say no?)

Okay, so the deal is that Cameron is revamping it's Honors program, and with that aim in mind, they selected an upperclassmen and a underclassmen (Me!) to go to the National Collegiate Honors Council Conference in Boston. I am incredibly honored that they thought of me, and of course, I'm going.

Boston for Thanksgiving, Italy for spring break... I am one super-lucky lady.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Photo of the Day

Here's a photo of the new lounge in the Honors building. Pretty swank digs, lol. The other side of this room is empty-ish. The Honors Director says we're putting in a pool or a Jacuzzi. I'm only half-sure that he's kidding. Regardless, you have to be impressed with any facility that boasts two coffee pots.

You can't see it, but there's a sleeping
Honors student on that patterned couch.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Photo of the Day

 

"You are loved... And so are they."

Isaiah's 'truth' picture from Old Turtle and
the Broken Truth. We love Sunday school!

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Photo of the Day

 

Isaiah loves Mahreo and his popsicle. :)


Angel was sweet enough to read some Shel
Silverstein poems to homesick Mahreo before bed.