The scorpion and the frog

Okay it's an old story, but I felt like I needed to write, and plus it clarifies the previous blog. It's my corner of the web, you go get your own.

There once was a frog. There also was a river. Frogs, as you may know, do well with water.
There also was a scorpion. Frogs, as you may know, don't do well with scorpions. In fact most things don't do well with scorpions, me included.

So the scorpion came to the river. He realised his dilemma immediately, because he wanted across, and as you may know, rivers don't do well with scorpions. Or vice versa, I forget just now. Well, the scorpion spotted the frog, who was trying to make himself scarce, for reasons we at least now should be aware of. The scorpion called out to the frog and asked him for a ride.
As we expect, the frog was incredulous. "Me, give you a ride? Are you serious? You'd only bite me as soon as you get a chance". The scorpion replied,"That's illogical. I need to cross the river. Me biting you would defeat the purpose, we'd both end up wet. Tell you what. You take me across, I'll owe you one." Not many frogs were owed by scorpions in those times. As I think of it, situation is quite the same today for some reason.

Back to the story - the frog thought about it, and what the scorpion said made sense, you have to agree. Scorpions were quite rational that way. So, he called the scorpion and told him to hop on. All went well, till they were halfway across the river. Right about then, the scorpion aimed a lethal hit right on the frog's rump (not aware of what the technical term is, or if frogs actually have one). The frog cried out, "aaaah", and died.

Wait, I missed a little detail. The frog didn't exactly die after the "aaaah", if I remember the story correctly. I shall call this next section the "Lost Dialogue of the Frog & Scorpion". After being bit, the frog said to the scorpion, "That made no sense. Now you die too - how does that help anyone?" The scorpion replied, "I know that - but it's my character".

First working day of the week.

Okay, okay, so I can't but help be a little philosophical. It's who I am. Like that scorpion sitting on the frog who was carrying it across the river, know that story? So here's me being philosophical:

We're slaves. We're in bonded servitude. And we happily clunk around without so much as a thought about it. Yeah, time, but I think it's a larger issue.
It sometimes reminds me of the hampster wheel. Running on that stupid wheel why? So that the stupid wheel can turn. But then before the hampster knows it, the stupid wheel is turning and making him run whether he likes it or not. Stupid hampster.
Stupid humans. Think of where you fit in the big scheme of things. Your job facilitates someone else's which yada yada yada it's all hamsters on wheels. All because one day these humans decided to go and invent the wheel - something called modern life or industrialisation. And now we need that stupid wheel to keep us running.

I think Monday morning is that one time in the week where all of humanity wakes up for an instant and asks the question, consciously or unconsciously, "What's the point"? Quite right you say "monday morning blues".

If I wasn't compelled by the love of Christ, goodness knows I'd be a wreck. (Jeremiah 29:11)

Troy

CHUD - Cinematic Happenings Under Development

Love without the bonds of morality: Love transcends morality. Love and morality have no link whatever. Is this an accurate representation of the mind of our age? Maybe I'm suffering from a severe case of (false) superiority, I hope not... I'd rather it be a case of severe desire for a higher standard.

So I watch a movie looking to gain insight on the past and in doing so I hope to gain lessons for the future, some that would never really apply to me but in a microcosm of the scale of the tale. Ultimately however, as I sit among a theater-full, I realise that this is not what people come for, at least not the majority. Instead, for the guy, the girls are cute and the fights are fun; for the woman the guys are attractive and adorable and oh! The kissing, how romantic...

And so another briny wave of raw emotionalism and passion erodes the stone of considered morality. Nothing against passion, but even the hippies had the background of a brain...? Where do we stand today? Thinking is for the mind, not the skin.

Can I say it?

They say love is an action
well maybe I agree
But how do I deal with
the way that I feel?
Does it mean that I'm only
lacking self control
or can I be excused
for having a soul?

I want you forever
but you're not mine to get
I don't even know
if you have the same regret
They say holding on
to dreams is insane
but I'd rather be crazy
than empty and plain

so humor the dreamer
allow me my folly
what else do I have
I don't care what you call me
My one true request
that my heart is screaming
is to turn your eyes to me
and end this my dreaming

Firefox - The Browser, Reloaded

Firefox - The Browser, Reloaded
OK, took the plunge, made the change - IE to FireFox. Am I a pawn in the hands of the masses? A pathetic compromiser? Who knows. Maybe my life in the complex world of XHTML and CSS and Standards has changed forever. Maybe it's not that and I've just switched to a faster browser. Who knows, time will tell. I hope I don't have to switch back for some stupid reason.

Relational Dynamics

The beauty and the dread. Sometimes it's heavenly, having to relate to people, being blessed by the closeness and love that being with human beings brings. It's just that maintenance gets so hard sometimes. Expectation, desire, misunderstanding, pride; such sometimes insidious patterns creep in whether from within or without- and the heavenly bliss of earthly relationship is rudely shattered by words like, "I have a problem, why do you always..." Or the like. Claiming ignorance of the "massive issue" is never quite the right response in these times. Ah, it can get so complicated.

There's health in this confusion, I guess. Rubbing against the rough may not be comfortable but it sure does great things to a piece of iron. Being tired of itchy relationships, I guess I tend to forget that that very situation, though painful to experience, makes me (if suitably self aware) able to learn, to grow, to live more effectively (ironically, the very characteristics that make me human). There you have it, I have one more thing to learn. Or more accurately, I have a thing to learn with every difficult relationsip that comes my way. I guess I could think about it like being shown a mirror once in a while, even if is a cracked up old thing, and instead of complaining about the lacklustre piece(s) of glass, I use the opportunity to comb my hair. Or shave. Or wax my legs, the point has been made.

There you have it - my first official blog. You'd think I should have tried harder. I'd think so too. Yet for what it's worth whoopie, I'mma done blogged my heart out.