Showing posts with label musings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label musings. Show all posts

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Ideas

So, I'm still fighting with my neighbors insurance company to get money for my car. The damage will cost $2000 to fix. I don't think they're going to pay that. They will probably total my car. That is kind of frustrating.
I've been reading a book lately called, A Wall in Palestine, by Rene Backmann. It is about the separation wall/barrier between Israel proper and a portion of the West Bank. It is really interesting (written by a French journalist), but if you are not open to anything that demonstrates improper conduct by Israel, stop reading now.

Here are some passages that have stuck out to me so far (unless otherwise noted, passages are by the book's author):
Vladimir Jabotinsky, the ideological father of Likud was quoted in a Nov 1923 article saying that he "dreamed of creating a Jewish State on the two banks of the Jordan, envisioned the erection of a 'wall of iron' as protection from the 'Arab insubordinates.' 'All autochthonic [indigenous] people, ' he wrote, 'struggle against foreigners who settle on their land, and there always remains for them the hope, however faint, that they can avert the dangers associated with settlement. Such is how the Arabs of Palestine will feel, as long as the spark of hope remains that they can prevent the transfiguration of the Arab Palestine into Eretz Israel, that is, a Jewish Palestine. . . . That is why those who hold that an accord with the Arabs is a sine qua non [essential condition] of the Zionist political stance must say to themselves from today on that it is definitively out of the question, and that there is nothing else to do but to give up the Zionist project. Our emigration to Palestine must continue without consideration of the Arab position, in a way that our settling can develop there under the protection of a power that is not dependent on the local population, under the shelter of a wall of iron that this population can never break down. This must be our political stance regarding the Arab question.'"

Menachem Klein (one of the architects of the informal accord signed on October 12, 2003) said, "'The problem for a lot of Israelis who were aligned with [Ariel] Sharon, including those from the "peace camp" is that they have never tried to put themselves in the shoes of the Palestinians. In the end, they are not ready to pay the price of peace, which is to say, to give up land. The Palestinians, on the other hand, have already paid this price with their blood.'
In other words, the Israelis are cloistered in a kind of moral superiority, living in a 'walled' society in which the 'aspirations of other peoples are cropped out of view, and in which they can live in peaceful denial of their role as oppressors."

(Picture to the left is of the wall in Jerusalem - Friends cannot be divided. I think that's a true and accurate statement) David Grossman, an Israeli author, said, "To be strong and to perceive oneself as weak is an enormous temptation. We have dozens of atomic bombs, tanks, and planes. We confront people possessing none of these arms, and yet, in our minds, we remain victims. This inability to perceive ourselves as we are in relation to others is our principle weakness."

"Sharon finally accepted the barrier not only because it would contribute to Israeli security, but also because it annexed the vast majority of settlements in the West Bank, along with land rich in agricultural potential and water reserves vital to the future of Israel. It might even create an obstacle to the birth of a Palestinian state. It was a plan that disregarded international law and several UN Security Council resolutions, as well as previous accords between Israel and the Palestinians, and formal and informal commitments made to the US, the UN, the EU, and Russia as a part of the Roadmap for Peace."

Ron Nachman (Israeli politician, former Knesset member, and current mayor of Ariel-one of the largest Israeli settlements in the West Bank) said, "I came to a simple conclusion: Israelis wanted separation. They didn't want to be mixed with the Arabs. They didn't even want to see them. This may be seen as racist, but that's how it is."

I haven't finished reading it yet, but that is what has stuck out to me.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

My cat is huge!

I've been told for a while by people that I have a big cat. He's been a little overweight for most of his adult life, but that is only a part of his size. In fact, I don't even think he is that much overweight. He is just HUGE! I looked up average cat sizes because I was curious, and this is what wikipedia says:
Height: 9-10 in
Head/body length: 18.1 in
Tail: 11.8 in

Well, knowing that didn't tell me much, so naturally I had to measure Gizmo. These are his dimensions:
Height: 12 in (maybe taller, he scrunched down because he didn't like me measuring him)
Head/body length: 24 in
Tail: 13 in

With that, you can see that my cat is nearly 6 inches longer than the average cat, 7 if you include his tail. I wonder if he's part maine coon . . .

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Musings

One of my best friends, Heather, is coming in to town today, yay! She is still an hour away, and since I don't really want to sleep for just one hour, I thought I would pass time by writing on my blog.
So, I've been looking for some furniture for my new place. I've decided to buy new furniture. Basically, I'm really tired of having worn out furniture that is uncomfortable and ugly. Plus, once I start working for the State Dept, I figure I'll actually need furniture. I've been shopping around, and luckily I found a couch set that I like. To get the couch, seat and a half (like a love seat but a little smaller), a storage ottomon, and a recliner it will cost me $1150. That may sound like a lot, but it really isn't when you consider that many new sofas (for just the one piece of furniture) cost more than that. And, to make it even better, it is the only one that I saw that I actually LIKE.
Now the problem is getting it to my place. The store doesn't deliver, but they use a moving service that would cost $80. I don't really want to pay that. So, we are trying to find someone who has a truck who would be willing to help. I already found one person who ISN'T willing to help. But, we haven't checked with people at church yet.
The only problem is that I am hesitant to ask them for help. I'm not exactly sure why. It is probably a combination of a lot of things. First, I hate asking for help, period. Second, I haven't had good experiences with asking for help. In fact, the only time anyone has ever helped me, I didn't have to ask. For example, I'm staying with another best friend, Erin. I didn't ask her if I could stay with her. She offered because she saw a need and could fill it. Every other time that I can think of, I didn't ask for help, someone offered it. Ok, I lied. One time I needed to jump my car, so I called my home teacher. He stopped what he was doing and drove down to jump start my car. But, that is one time. Every other time I have asked for help, either no one could help, or people said they would help and then didn't. As a result, I don't like asking for help from people I don't trust. But people I do trust don't seem to need to be asked.
I think another big reason why I am so hesitant to ask for help here is because I remember a time when my dad asked for help. Now, for those of you who don't know my dad, he absolutely HATES asking for help. It takes a lot for him to ask for help, even though he is willing to help others. After the fire, my dad needed to re-roof the house in order to keep our home insurance. He had a deadline, so he asked for help. A day was set up for the Elders Quorum at our church to come help. Guess how many people showed up . . . Not a single one. Instead, when I came home for my Christmas break, I helped my dad finish re-roofing our house/garage. THAT was the result of his request for help. It makes me so sad when I think about it. I know that no one did it on purpose. They probably just forgot, or got so caught up in their own lives that they didn't have time to help someone else. But for my dad to ask for help when it is so hard for him, and then not get any . . . well, let's just say, it affected more than one person.
So, in the midst of trying to figure out who to ask for help, here I am, thinking that even if we do find someone to ask, no one will help anyway, so why even bother? I've already thought up alternative plans, though they aren't pretty. Either we have to hire a mover, or rent a truck. Actually, I just looked, and renting a UHaul truck would be cheaper than going through that mover I mentioned above AND we would be able to move the other furnture that we have. So, if we can't find someone to help, that is my best option. Maybe I should just do that . . .

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Post Number 300!

This is my 300th post on my blog. Its kind of a momentous day for me. A lot has happened since I graduated. (Right - on the way back to Bismarck, we stopped at this Burger King for lunch. I don't know if I want an angry meal, it just might fight back!) I went back to Bismarck and started going through my stuff. Man, I kept a lot of things that I just don't need. I kept all of my notes from college, and even some from High School. Some of those notes I'm going to want, but for the most part, I don't think I will ever look at them again. But, I've been scanning all of the pages, just in case. I'm recycling the paper copy.
Besides that, I helped my friend Erin do her taxes. That was quite an eye opening experience because she runs a home day care. No one we asked could answer our questions, so we had to figure everything out on our own. (Next two pictures - my hotel room in DC) But, we finally got it done!
Right now I am writing from the comfort of my hotel room in Herndon, Virginia. Tomorrow morning I go to the Oral Assessment for the Foreign Service. I'm feeling a little nervous, but by about this time tomorrow, I will know if I have the job! That is both exciting and nerve wracking. At least I won't have to wait for the news, but I am 24 hours away from either achieving or failing at my dream. Of course, if I do fail, I wouldn't give up, but I sure hope that I won't fail.
This is probably the nicest hotel room I have ever stayed in. I guess that is fitting since it is also the most expensive hotel I have stayed in. There is a couch and an arm chair, a small kitchen area, a nice sized bathroom and a king size bed. The view isn't great, but I don't anticipate spending much time staring out the window.
Anyway, I think I'm going to go orient myself so I can get where I need to go tomorrow morning. I have to leave around 5 am!

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Exercise is good for everyone

I had to work this morning. I know its a Saturday, but during finals week, Saturday is a normal day of the week. Plus, I picked up these hours since I am not starting on my last week of working at the labs . . . ever . . .
Well, as I was walking to campus this morning, I saw our local ducks running around! It was quite amusing. In fact, I had a hard time capturing them on camera since they were running so fast. I guess they believe that exercise is good for your health, too. Or they could have been cold and were trying to warm up . . .
As I walked farther on campus, I saw tons of little footprints! They must have been running for quite awhile . . .

Monday, March 2, 2009

BYUSA

I voted in the BYUSA (BYU Student Association) elections for the first time today. Its kind of ironic because I have been at BYU for going on 7 years now and the first time I've voted is the only time that the results will have no effect on me whatsoever. But then again, I don't remember them ever advertising BYUSA elections before. Now, why did I vote in the elections, you may ask? Well, I didn't vote because I felt strongly about a particular pair of candidates. In fact, I couldn't tell you a single thing from any of the campaigns. No, I voted because as I was walking into the WSC today, I was told that if I voted, I would get a free t-shirt. I would do almost anything for a free t-shirt. I've donated blood, I've helped clean out a store room, I've spent an hour being deaf, and now I've voted in an election that has absolutely nothing to do with me. It wasn't even a particularly dazzling t-shirt, but why not vote? I also got a pin and some candy. With all that, it made the couple of minutes which it took, worth my time.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

5 years

My Brother

By Rachel Atwood

My brother may not be
the smartest guy of all,
nor the nicest one,
or even very tall.
He may not be the greatest
or the best looking
not likely to be famous
or to become a king.
But I will tell you this,
whether he is or not,
he is the best brother,
and the only one I've got.
He is barely older than me,
yet he thinks it is a lot,
but I would not trade him,
I can't entertain the thought
I love my brother dearly,
more than I can say,
so I wish him luck
on every special day.
I hope he lives a long life
and a wonderful one too,
and if he gets stuck
I know he'll start anew.
My brother may not be
the smartest guy of all,
nor the nicest one,
or even very tall.
He may not be the greatest
or the best looking
not likely to be famous
or to become a king.
But I will tell you this,
whether he is or not,
he is the best brother,
and the only one I've got.

Written: July 2002

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Just a thought

Here I am, still awake, even though it is getting rather late. Well, that's not the point of my post. I went over to my friend, Erin's, apartment, yesterday. She lives on the third floor and has a balcony facing the parking lot. As I was leaving, I was suddenly struck with a wave of sadness. This feeling was linked to a profound missing of my mission.
You see, in one city, there was a woman and her son whom we visited regularly. Every week we went to their home which was inside a hostel. Basically, this is a building where everyone has separate rooms, but they share the bathroom/kitchen with several people. It is kind of like a dormitory. Anyway, their rooms were near the balcony facing the front of the building. Every week, they would walk us out and wave to us from the top of the stairs as we walked out (they lived on the fifth floor). Then they hurried to their balcony window and waved to us as we walked out of sight. (See above - Татьяна (Tatiana) and Саша (Sasha) from their balcony - woman on the right is a neighbor of theirs) I'll never forget that small gesture. In that action, I felt their love.
As I left my friend's apartment, I wished that I could have another moment like the one experienced at that hostel in Russia. Don't get me wrong, I don't expect my friend to wave to me from her balcony window as I walk to my car and drive away. She has two kids and a home daycare, so I know that isn't something she can really do. I guess what I'm really trying to say is that such little things, like walking from a building, can remind you of places far away and people long gone. Most people who have served missions can probably attest to the longing to return, and still more people can probably understand that desire to see people they haven't seen in a long time after a simple little act.
Well, I don't know if this make any sense at all. I hope that amongst the ramblings, you can understand my sentiments.

Currently Reading:
The Silver Chair
by C. S. Lewis