It's been a while, but over the past couple of days stuff that I should put on here has piled high.
Rambo. The fourth film. How politically vibrant, alive and relevant. It makes a violent and grotesque action film have a purpose. I hadn't seen it until yesterday and it was incredible. It was gruesome and sickening and you wanted to turn away, but it was incredible. The depiction of the horrors of war (genocide really) made you shudder. So realistic were the heads being blown off, the bodies being blown apart that you realised this stuff is happening, for real, across Burma. The systematic yet arbitrary destruction of a people is horrifying and it makes you genuinely want to cry. Forget all that about me being depressed amd down because the world is not a nice place. There is no option to be depressed or down, there are only two options. The first, turn a blind eye. The second, do something about it. My brother came back from Israel and Palestine today. There he saw first hand oppression, segregation and hatred kept secret by the Israeli government. All we hear on the news is that Palestinians have fired rockets into Israeli territory. It does not tell you of the way the the Israelis treat the Palestinians. Disdain would be a mountain above the way the Palestinians are treated now. And for what?
For ages I have banged on about making the world a better place without going into specifics. Now I ask you to go discover for yourselves the atrocities the Israelis and Palestinians inflict upon each other and then to tell people about it that we may begin a revolution of tolerance and, hopefully, peace.
Saturday 22 November 2008
Thursday 6 November 2008
A trip inside my head
Each day is an opportunity.
At least, I think so.
By the way, this post kind of gives permission to the U2 lyric, "I want a trip inside your head," or something like that. I'm really just going to type some thoughts that have recently occurred to me and those that occur as I type. I doubt it will be a very good piece of writing, but it may be interesting to read.
I read something really cool yesterday. It was in reference to man as a race generally and the world in which we find ourselves,
"Can he hate it enough to change it, and yet love it enough to think it worth changing?"
This is from Orthodoxy by GK Chesterton, who really wrote books as I write posts, too often on any subject he felt appropriate or someone challenged him on.
I think that love and hate could be swapped round and it would still possess some good sense. I mean, the world really is a rubbish place. And I know I seem to incessantly go on about it, and it is all too general and the likes, but I don't think I'm wrong. And I think we should change it and love it, as the love blog states.
I think that Obama will have good intentions but in all likeliness will make no difference. If there is a God out there, it will be in his will anyway, he might not want the world a better place just yet, if at all. And if there is no God then what does it matter? We should kill everyone else in the world and steal their resources (are you sure George Bush believes in God?),
But the world at the same time is a stunningly wonderful place. Today at work a child asked me where rubber comes from. Here's the conversation:
Child: Where does rubber come from?
Me: Where do you think it comes from?
Child (after thoughtful pause): Ducks.
Me: Ducks?
Child: Yes.
Rubber ducks.
Did you know another word for conversation is confabulation?
Not a very helpful fact, admittedly, but one that may some day be worth knowing.
My Uncle says you should always tell people how wonderful they are, because sometimes they never get told. How right he is. I was at a course the other week and the guy leading it said for one of his assignments once he had to observe a child. He deliberately chose quite a quiet child and went to each of her lessons. Not one adult spoke to her for the entire day. Not one! How valued did she feel?
Tomorrow is an opportunity to change the world by making someone feel worthwhile. Why not take it?
At least, I think so.
By the way, this post kind of gives permission to the U2 lyric, "I want a trip inside your head," or something like that. I'm really just going to type some thoughts that have recently occurred to me and those that occur as I type. I doubt it will be a very good piece of writing, but it may be interesting to read.
I read something really cool yesterday. It was in reference to man as a race generally and the world in which we find ourselves,
"Can he hate it enough to change it, and yet love it enough to think it worth changing?"
This is from Orthodoxy by GK Chesterton, who really wrote books as I write posts, too often on any subject he felt appropriate or someone challenged him on.
I think that love and hate could be swapped round and it would still possess some good sense. I mean, the world really is a rubbish place. And I know I seem to incessantly go on about it, and it is all too general and the likes, but I don't think I'm wrong. And I think we should change it and love it, as the love blog states.
I think that Obama will have good intentions but in all likeliness will make no difference. If there is a God out there, it will be in his will anyway, he might not want the world a better place just yet, if at all. And if there is no God then what does it matter? We should kill everyone else in the world and steal their resources (are you sure George Bush believes in God?),
But the world at the same time is a stunningly wonderful place. Today at work a child asked me where rubber comes from. Here's the conversation:
Child: Where does rubber come from?
Me: Where do you think it comes from?
Child (after thoughtful pause): Ducks.
Me: Ducks?
Child: Yes.
Rubber ducks.
Did you know another word for conversation is confabulation?
Not a very helpful fact, admittedly, but one that may some day be worth knowing.
My Uncle says you should always tell people how wonderful they are, because sometimes they never get told. How right he is. I was at a course the other week and the guy leading it said for one of his assignments once he had to observe a child. He deliberately chose quite a quiet child and went to each of her lessons. Not one adult spoke to her for the entire day. Not one! How valued did she feel?
Tomorrow is an opportunity to change the world by making someone feel worthwhile. Why not take it?
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