Nobody likes a Cynic?

Well after a conversation regarding a post I made which nullified, with my usual flamboyance and absurdity, a "cynical statement" a particular party had made. I have decided to make amends for this most evil of actions by spending the next week writing more in the character of my old self. So expect cynical postings, both here and on others Blogs. This is all being done in the name of art, if you'd like to call it that, and probably wont last the week. Reviewing that last composition, that I'm willing to call a sentence, this cynical thing is a snap. I mean probably just wasted effort trying to think outside the usual square anyhow.
This idea of intentional cynicism makes me think that society has really come to love it. A few years ago I used to jokingly say "I am refreshingly cynical". Think back a few years to just about every American movie in the 90's. There is always the character of "the cynic". Not only will this cynic spend the movie whining about the probability of certain doom but he will also survive till the credits roll. I’m thinking Jurassic Park here, and less face it Jeff Goldblum is the master of this “loved” cynicalist ( I wanted a few more letters here, and you did too I know it). His character redeemed “Jurassic Park”, and again in “Independence day”. We as a collective of consumers are accepting, and enjoying, that Hollywood is presenting us alternatives to the face value truth ala “conspiracy theory”. I don’t care who you are when some obscure myth is presented in a movie you smile and nod, you just do. Movies are not alone in this promotion of cynicism and public mistruth, or to be in the lingo (and get a few more random googlers and yahoo’ians) disinformation, “the Da Vinci code” continues to be a best seller holding aloft the banner of conspiracy and cover up. “Disinformation” (that should really bring ‘em in) from any great institution, well at least the suggestion that some exists, makes societies proverbial mouths water.
Am I being to cynical in thinking that we have lost the ability to reason? Are we really just jumping on the band wagon with every accusation any creative mind concocts? Are you reading my words through your own glasses of +15 cynicism? My answer to all of these is YES. I am cynical, but WE ARE losing the ability to rationally reason. WE DO run along with every elaborate accusation that excites us with possibilities, and you too are conditioned to be cynical.
Is all cynicism bad? It definitely has its place. Children are told “not to talk to strangers” for a good reason; Strangers have candy and candy rots the teeth. Children know this and they know that parents are hiding this truth from them. Every time children visit that other stranger wearing the white coat, in the cold funny smelling room with a bed, he/she gives them candy. Surely it is then reasonable assume that all strangers bring candy. Now who holds the rational cynicism, the parents or the children? If you are going to be cynical and reason that someone is out to get you, then set your basis of assumption on something a little more solid than “My brother’s friend’s mother’s squash partner’s daughter’s boyfriend saw…” cause really those stories amount to “absolutely nothing. Which is what you’re about to become”. You could also try seeking the truth. The whole world is not disinformation. It is hard to see the forest from the trees when you spend your whole time looking down. Take a walk, enjoy the rain (or even the sunshine), look at creation. Chin up. Don’t discount the truth because you associate it with an institution. Institutions are usually started with the best of intentions upon a solid a reliable truth. Seek for yourself, I guess now I’m thinking of the bible. So don’t discount the truth of life and salvation, or even refuse a gift merely because of mere speculation.

Rejoice for Relent

Hallelujah, Hallelujahs to the Almighty. It appears s though I was not the only one suffering from the workload in Quantum physics. The lecturer as lowered the amount of work each week. Such a very necessary move, I had maybe two more weeks at that pace before I fell apart. Tactical, tactical. No matter what he does now it’s not going to feel like much work. Now maybe I’ll have enough time to hangout, call, or just try and encourage some of youse. Perhaps even resurrect my shattered reading schedule, or even, heaven forbid, work on one of the other subjects. The possibilities are endless. Amen.

Surreality

I don’t know how many of you out there have seen the Coen Bro’s Masterpiece “The Big Lebowski”. When watching the DVD release of said production every 2nd chapter is a Ten Pin Bowling scene, my weekend was a lot like that. Let me see if I can capture a bit of this Harmonic oscillation.
Saturday morning I awoke. Spending about 40minutes reviewing the weeks work on a few assignment problems before heading down for breakfast. After food it was back the books Managing to get a problem out of the way quite quickly. Thus, feeling rather pleased with myself treated myself to some Knights of the Old Republic, KOTOR to those in the know. Much to my relief and dismay I finished that game in about 30-40minutes, keeping in mind that I had already spent about 48hrs on it to get to where I was. After watching the end movies (on the game) I returned to the books until lunch. After lunch it was back to the books until Amanda popped around briefly till Ross reminded the 2 of us that I still had a long way to go. So, Amanda went home and I returned to my books. Finishing 2 more questions off before dinner was quite a relief…
When I step outside and look back on Simon and the pattern in which he lives, you see that no matter how well crafted an art movie is it can’t reflect the intricacies and unexpectedness of real life. With this in mind, it’s no wonder that reality TV is taking such a stranglehold on most peoples lives. For many Spontaneous, genuine despair is much more fulfilling to the average viewer than any composed and scripted artwork mimicking that of real life. You can watch TV for that if you wish.. I personally will save the Electricity and sit quietly in a corner watching, or even, partaking as the calamity unfolds around me. Life is for reality, TV is for art. What about “The News”?? I hear a few of you protest. That, my friends, is why we have computers. Now go for a walk in town.

Beards, Bridget and Boredom

Well the week thus far has been a dead set killer. Having carried my fatigue of last week well into this week. On Tuesday, I gave blood. The action of giving blood is not something one should do when they are already low on energy, approximately 2 hrs after I bled I got a headache. I'm a bad patient at the best of times. All I wanted to do Tuesday afternoon was lay down and be quiet, thankfully, Manda also seemed keen for similar endeavours. So, a movie was watched. Much to many of you red meat eating, beer swilling, cheese dipping, flannel wearing, pick-up driving, fart producing blokes out there's shock and dismay the movie was "Bridget Jones’s Diary". Anyone who knows me will tell you, I am one of the most anti-chick-flick type duderinos out there walking this sphere we call the earth. For the record, I still hold true to those values. Although it had some "cute" moments, and I like seeing Hugh Grant getting walloped, as much as I enjoy a fine glass of Milo in the evening, the thought process behind all decisions in this movie were absolutely disturbing. But it was good to crash on the couch and then pull the movie to pieces afterwards with Manda.
I have also been quite lazy of late, I don't think I have shaved since Mark and Tash's wedding, about 2 weeks ago, thus, I am looking a little more Bogan-esque. But certain other people appear to be enjoying my dodgy facial pubes so for the moment I shall continue in my laziness. Really the last thing I need is more motivation to be lazy.
Last but not least boredom....Well, I don't know if its fair to call it boredom cause I'm not really bored just over the amount of questions I have to do for one subject. It's Thursday night and I've already started working on the questions for next Monday. I really don't want to pull another all nighter. I wont survive the session if I keep them up. I promise the next posting will be a fraction more positive, unless of course it's not, and then well, you'll just have to live with that.

Weekend Warrior

The weekend began with excitement. Lobby and Peoples(a person) arrived on the door step eager to begin fellowship early. Dinner of champions, with champions. C***kos (censored for supreme lack of sponsorship), sweet sweet snitzel action. Eltham and Doug inside the Beast, stereo crankin' Dream Evil, we meandered our way up Macquarie pass. It's scary to think that my 3tonne vehicle was catching up to other vehicles on such an uphill. Quite annoying too. But, it's all good for the growth of patience, Amen.
The conference was really quite challenging in getting us to ponder when and how we are supposed to wave the banner of Christ in our everyday lives in this world. I just wish I’d been able to hangout more with everyone, unfortunately uniwork was high on the priority list.
Sunday afternoon Doug and myself had some time out to glory in the engineering of the bicycle. The track was dry the downhills fast, for those of you who missed out, you really did miss out. I came a cropper merely 20 metres from the Beast, a friendly neighbourhood German Shorthaired Pointer came to see if I was alive.. Doug laughed. I laughed, then we ate chocolate.
Just east of Robertson I decided to pick up a hitchhiker, Doug at this point got relegated to the back seat. The Hitchhiker was a German dude by the name of Hardy, pleasant fellow, who really hard a fantastic admiration of nature.
My evening was burnt up, by continuing uniwork, I missed church for the second week in a row (because of this subject). Not happy Jan. Quantum physics is either going to permeate through every essence of my being or kill me.
But, the weekend has left me really questioning... It is so easy to go along to christian camps, and walk as if in the spirit, only to return to the pressures of the world and be strangled by this or that feeling distant from the spirit. I guess I'm just feeling this way 'cause it cuts me up to miss out, on being encouraged nd encouraging my brothers and sisters in Christ, for something so trivial and guaranteed to be reduntant, in the scientific community and eternally, as Quantum Physics.

Return to Splendid

Haha... I'm back online. After the rain knocked out our phone line... I was "lost and alone, with no friends and no phone". Sure evil moves fast, but, good moves faster than light, shining from your screen radiation.
The Ambo is registered just in time for the Starter motor on the Moto to blow.
Otherwise, I'm struggling with my uni workload and it's only the second week of session. My bible reading is suffering. Please pray for that.
This weekend is going to be ECU's welcoming getaway weekend...
I hope I get these assignments done so I have enough time to attend without guilt.