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| You're probably wondering why I haven't posted in while. I won't lie - I'm very busy. So, all of that to say that I'll be taking a break from xanga for a time. I'll miss you all, and I hope I'll find the time to occasionally read and comment on your blogs. If I don't do that, you have my email, phone, and you know how to chat with me. Miss you! | | |
| I've decided. I'm going to do something extraordinary with my
life, and I'm going to make a difference in the world. I know
it's sort of what everyone wants to do, but I'm so inspired about this,
I just have to share it.
I haven't told a whole lot of people about this. Partly because
no one asks, even more so because I don't share my feelings well.
My current dream is to go to culinary schools and gain the tools
necessary to open a tea or coffee shop or an epsresso bar. I'd
use that place to support the two things I love - art and
cooking. Of course, the cooking part is obvious. However,
I'd also like my coffee shop to be a place where artists could come and
display their work, sell their novels, read their poetry, and generally
be encouraged about art. I guess it's my contribution towards
culture and putting Christianity back in the arts.
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| I enjoy poetry, art, music, literature, and films. This is probably not new information for a lot of you. One thing I constantly find interesting is the way art can make a person feel. Take these lyrics for example:
A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Don't talk of love,
Well, I've heard the word before.
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
This is so amazingly complex on many levels. It is at the same time bitter, regretful, sad, scared, and stubborn. There is nothing else on earth, aside from art, that allows the expression of emotion to be so clear and so beautiful.
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| I wonder - how much are people affected by the culture in which they live?
Is it a huge deal? Does it vary from person to person? Does it depend on ones exposure to culture?
I know in my own personal life, if I were to be completely honest, I'm definitely a product of the culture in which I live. That's not always a bad thing, but there are some things that I've noticed about myself in the last few months that have made me realize how absolutely inculterated I am. It's sort of a sad feeling I guess. Knowing that I'm not quite the person I could be because of the culture that I live in. Of course, part of it is my fault. I do beleive it's very important to know what is going on in the culture so that one can be a cultural communicator. It's a very fine line between being in the world but not of it. It means knowing what is happening in the world and being able to relate to the world, but at the same time, not sacrificing part of who you are. Very interesting.
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| I'll be honest here. I've always thought that homosexuality was wrong. However, I read an article and I'm really rethinking my position. Mind you, I'm not saying I agree with it, but the article is thought provoking. Yes, it is long, but please read it and give me your response to it.
http://www.jeramyt.org/gay.html#mypos
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Let's dance...
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...Under the stars
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