I have always been fascinated by other languages. I’m conversational in Spanish and and dabbled a bit in others, but only enough to know I need to study more. But if you’re like me (as a native English speaker) Chinese is a deep mystery. The written language is a vast respository of symbols, the sounds of the language are so different than English, that you just don’t know where to start.
Honestly, how has no one thought to do this before? Though the language is still daunting, the graphic design added to the characters seems like it would seriously aid in memorization.
I was reading in a running magazine where runners in a certain study suffered a lower mortality rate than non-runners.
Last I heard the mortality rate was holding steady at 100%.
Two and a Half Men is a very well written, well-acted, well-produced show. It’s clever and witty and at all the right times the in studio audience lets us know when to laugh.
Also, I don’t watch it.
I’ve seen enough episodes here and there to appreciate how good it is, but despite it’s merits I’ve lost my taste for flippancy. As with many shows, it’s flippant about sex, though there are other shows that might be so about religion or any number of other things that people historically have taken, and ought to take, seriously. And being such a well written show makes that fact all the more dangerous. Which brings me to a good thought about humor from C.S. Lewis:
…[flippancy] is very economical. Only a clever human can make a real Joke about virtue, or indeed about anything else; any of them can be trained to talk as if virtue were funny. Among flippant people the Joke is always assumed to have been made. No one actually makes it; but every serious subject is discussed in a manner which implies that they have already found a ridiculous side to it. If prolonged, the habit of Flippancy builds up around a man the finest armour-plating against [God] that I know, and it is quite free from the dangers inherent in the other sources of laughter. It is a thousand miles away from joy. It deadens, instead of sharpening, the intellect; and it excites no affection between those who practice it. ~The Screwtape Letters
At this point in my life, flippancy in entertainment wears me down. But maybe I’m the only one who feels that way.
I’ve made a new year resolution to blog 5 times a week. I also have a newborn in the house. This is my post for today as the exhaustion has reached my brain. Resolution is kept. Quality is questionable.
As I write this my neighbor is cooking an entire pig on a prodigious grill, a 10-hour vigil that began around two this morning with the lighting of 12 bags worth of charcoal.
My wife on the other hand is sculpting a much smaller quantity of that stout creature (the pig, not my neighbor) into balls of sausage, breading, and cheese. A family tradition that is sure to challenge the fit of our current wardrobe.
I have heard the usual share of complaints about the commercialism of Christmas, but frankly, I’m thankful not only for the birth of Christ at this time of year, but that there is any season at all where we are thrown out of our routine into a time of giving and celebration. Even if someone of us are thrown too far, which is bound to happen whenever anything as large as whole year comes to a sudden stop. The birth of Christ ushered in the redemption of mankind, and even the celebration of this event two thousand years later redeems us from the monotony of the mundane.
Merry Christmas everyone!
My grandfather had an old, 1958, Chevy Apache pickup. He would drive it around hauling tillers and shovels to tend to the various gardens he had planted around the county. He loved gardening. I loved him. And I loved that truck.
He used to tell me that one day it would be mine, but eventually he sold it (and regretted it) to a neighbor. Years later he said that the guy that ended up with it restored it and painted it fire-engine red. I always thought it was a shame it wasn’t blue anymore.
This blog is about Theology, Philosophy, Science, and Politics. All the important things that make life worth living. What does this have to do with that old blue truck? Nothing directly per se. Though one could argue that the truck itself existed because of all four of the above influences. And perhaps I will argue that.
But I’ll save that for another time. My name is Keith. I am a Christian, husband, and father. That’s all we need to get the ball rolling. Welcome.