Contemplations on a Theme of Science Fiction

I find it interesting that while our culture loves the idea of man ever bettering himself, of evolving to greater hights; the message that man has great potential which he is only just beginning to realise, very few people seem to be truely motivated by this idea.

Instead, by all appearances, the majority of people seem most content to be diverted from bordom by outside forces and thus bide their time in relative comfort and ignorance untill death.

Was this always so? Who is to say? For it seems only natural that we should hear of and have passed down to us the fruits of those who did not simply bide their time.

Today it seems that a mythical race called the 'Professionals' are expected to do all the great things, while everone else sits back and watches, never thinking they actually could be one of them.

If this idea of realising potential was truely a common value, then would not more people be ernestly seeking the improvement of themselves? Seeking to become more knowledgeable, more capable, more productive, more admirable?? It would seem that in many cases money and comfort are what is most sought after, not making the most of one's potential.

Perhaps this idea of man's potential is so apatizing because of a half realised feeling that we are not living up to it, or even as a way of comforting uneasiness with our intertia by saying 'but we have come so far already'.

I wonder if, when a person's world was smaller, when one didn't see himself as lost amongst the masses of people out there, it was perhaps just a little harder to put off one's own capbilities for another theoretical person out there to pick up the slack? I wonder if the very things which have brought about the idea of being a global society and thinking about mankind as a whole have allowed more individual worlds to be created.

Is the world big enough out there without you?

Or is the world so small that nothing matters more than dinner in 5 secconds so you don't miss the next program on the telly?


Where is the desire to learn? to create? to discover? to mature? to grow wise? to earn respect?
Where is the desire to experience? to LIVE!!!









(Disclaimer: I am no one to talk, indeed.
....perhaps more than some, but certainly much less than some. But it is a thought, and regretably it may turn out to be less unsettling than it should. Still..there it is.)

Love

take your focus and devote it completely to another
take your time and wait for someone
take your plans and form them with someone else's intrests in mind
take your money and spend it on someone else's desires
take your esteem and build up someone else's self-worth
take your knowledge and help someone else become competant
take your arms and make someone else feel secure with them
take your words and speak kindly to someone
take your confidence and believe in someone else
take your trust and honor someone with it
take your feelings and experience someone else's with them
take your reasoning and try to understand another's point of view
take your thoughts and focus them on the good things about someone
take your effort and apply it toward the well being of another
take your enthusiasm and draw another into joy
take your hand and hold someone else's
take your face and smile at someone
take your feet and go with someone

take your life and Love one another

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a great cosmic question over a bedtime snack

Why do we like our salty foods crunchy, and our sweet foods soft?

wish list.......

So this is my list of things I'd like to eventually get along with some other things that would just be nice combined to make my 2008 Christmas List, and after discussing the matter with Marcy I decided to go ahead and make a blogpost of this for easy reference for anyone actually wanting to get me something but feeling at a loss. I've certainly been haveing trouble coming up with ideas for people myself this year, sigh...

Books
Eulalia
High Rhulain
Doomwyte
Brisinger
Dark Whispers - the third in the Unicorn Chronicles by Bruce Coville
Fabric Glossary - by Mary Humphries (4th edition)
The Anglo Files - Sarah Lyall
Beedle the Bard Collector's Edition (J.K.Rowling) - on Amazon
the new set of the Prydain Chronicles (Lloyd Alexander) the covers are so nice...and my current set doesn't match.
Cool Leather Journals: any of the celtic, dragon, or gryphon ones
Easton Press: Cinderella & Sleeping Beauty - my very favorite illustrator!!!! I want these sooo bad!
Easton Press: Andrew Lang's Fairy Books - I've been wanting to collect all of these ones, but the paperbacks aren't available thorugh the store anymore, and the leather ones are sooo nice! :D (of course) with colour pictures instead of the cheapy black and white copies of the coloured ones, heh......but I would be quite happy just to get the rest of the paperbacks --I've already got: pink, violet, brown, and orange (they are called 'the Violet Fairy Book', 'The Grey Fairy Book' etc.
Easton Press: Robin Hood - its green, it's robin hood, it's leather, of course I want it ;)

DVDs (wisdescreen of course)
James Bond ultimate collector's set
Trigun box set
Five Mile Creek box set
Castle in the Sky
Prince Caspian
Jim Hensons The Story Teller: Greek Myths

CDs
Indiana Jones: The Soundtracks Collection (all four in a box set!)
A Midwinter Night's Dream - Loreena McKennit
And Winter Came - Enya
ET soundtrack
A&E Pride and Predjudice Soundtrack (I've already got the one from the recent movie)
something by Rachmaninov or Tchaikovsky (I have all his ballets)

Other
herb growing starter
prints from my DeviantArt wishlist (I like the 4x6 or 5x7 sizes, not the big ones)
large candles - preferably little or no scent - or vanilla
carved wooden candlesticks or candle lanturns

Fellowship Foundry stuff
castle swtichplate
celtic swtichplate
'classic dragon' goblet or 'dragon demi-goblet' (I like the smooth top option, which is also cheaper)

Leather shoes:
'two button gypsy' I like the one pictured there in dark and light brown

Stuff from The Noble Collection
--Harry Potter--
time turner necklace - gold
hermione's wand
godrics sword
hogwarts writing quill
mirror of erised
hogwarts house pins - well really I just wnat gryffindor, but it dosesn't look to come separate, sigh
gryffindor mug
--LOTR--
lothlorien candle holder
theoden's sword
galadriel's ring
elven brooch
arwen butterfly ring
middle-earth goblet
arwen butterfly brooch
phial of galadriel
--the noble collection stuff--
snowflake pendant
renaissance celestial armillary
mariners hourglass
constellation draco compas

Teas
Mighty-Leaf: vanilla bean (my very favorite tea ever)
Teaforte - I like black and chai teas: earl grey, bombay chai, vienna cinamon, orchid vanilla, forte, ginger, winter chai
Harney & Sons : Yellow and Blue (chamomile lavendar), Vanilla Comoro (decaf vanilla - it doesn't taste decaf though), and Winter White Earl Grey. These are being discontinued I think and are on sale - I want to get them while I still can because they are among my very favorites!
Spice Traders Teas: vanilla, jasmine, licorice spice
clear glass tea pot - on the smaller side, something good for one person
pretty mug or teacup

Electronics
good speakers - preferably with cords that connect on both ends so they could be replaced later if the cord goes without having to buy new spakers
digital slr camera - so I could focus myself - & marco lense -- I think I'd prefer a cannon

Home Decor stuff
nice dark wood standing coat/hat rack
Wooden Screen from Cost Plust World Market: Kashmir-Screen (the have a couple other modles I like, but they don't have them on their website)

Places I can always use gift cards
amazon.com
Jo-Annes
B&N
Target
Starbucks
iTunes

Abundance

I am so blessed, so rich, so full, so surrounded by abundance. Even though all my ife I have lived under the shaddow of 'financial problems' I have always been amply provided for, even my wants have been greatly satisfied. Truely 'my cup runneth over'. Thus for God's provision and lavish generosity I give Him thanks!

a beautifull day in the neighborhood

It is such a lovely day out! ...all cool and cloudy and there's the scent of rain in the air! :D

feeling beautifull

isn't it nice, those moments when you just feel lovely....not necessarily when you feel like others think you are, but when you in your own experience of yourself just feel lovely ^.^ .....this evening laying here on my stomach on the floor with my hair falling all around me and draping across my back, with my computer and the music playing, I just feeeel beautifull. If I had a mirror right now it is quite likely I wouldn't think I looked especially lovely, but I don't have one, and I am savoring the sensation.

hmmmm....you know I think there is a great deal of attractiveness that comes from how we feel about ourselves.....are we able to really feel beautifull? Just as some people seem to be able to really 'make' an outfit which someone else would just look silly in because they have the poise and confidence and a kind of personality mesh with the outfit, so i think we can make whatever features we have glow at times when we're feeling particularly comfortable and happy within ourselves.

I Love Lewis!

While reading merely the first two pages of An Experiment in Criticism I have already felt my heart swell, squealed with delight, and clapped my hands in enthusiastic agreement with this kindred spirit. It's lovely to be struck once again with the reasons he is my favorite author =D

Divine Fashion Advice

Don't wear the pink butterfly jacket with that red shirt

This morning when I was about to leave I went to grab the sweatshirt I normally wear on my morning walk which has a sort of pinkish lacy butterfly appliqued to the front btu I couldn't find it anywheres. It's my favorite sweatshirt so I was a bit worried that it's lost, but I didn't have time to fuss and just grabbed a plain velour black one with a starshaped zipperpull. Once I got to work and actually looked at myself in the mirror in the bathroom I realised that I looked so cute in the black with the bit of red showing around the waist and where the zipper wasn't closed up all the way - it looked like a perfectly designed outfit and I had jsut been grabbing whatever I could find off the top of the pile, heh. I'm not glad about the sweatshirt missing, but hey thanks God for the great fashion direction, teehee ;)

wait what?!

how did I end up with a full screen version of AOTC?!? I mean, sure I hated that movie, but how can my set be complete when one of the members is a full screen version?! what little is worthwhile in this thing requires the widescreen view! The fact that I probably spent money on the full screen is what kills me =( heh

cullinary brilliancey =D

*crazed ice-cream rimmed smile*

Spiced Ice-cream
it should be a regular flavor
yes yes indeed it should!
as should creamed honey be a regular topping
aye, some of the tastiest stuff I've ever put together that!

A few days ago I came upon this brilliant idea while on vacation, visiting Marcusstratus from deviantart and his mum in the fair town of Huntsville, Utah. We had Breyer's all natural vanilla (the only vanilla ice-cream worth having, unless of course it's home-made) and as we sat around the table preparing our dessert it struck me that this stuff would taste simply fantastic with cinnamon, nutmeg (which they had freshly ground!), and cloves -- rather like eggnog actually with those flavors.

And then! it came to me that the cinamon-creamed-honey we had there would be quite nice drizzled on top - which, indeed, it proved to be. And when I later tried this recipe again I added pieces of walnuts which were delish with it as well.....and I suppose that pecans would also be as tastey.

mmmm.......... so yes! as I am enjoying once again this marvelous concoction I would love to share it with you all =D

Sunlight Mainfested as Wings

There have been a lot of moths in the park of late and one afternoon they were al glimmering in the light slanting through the trees and it was so beautiful; one of those magical moments when it seems like the earth is singing! =)

Summer Snowflakes

well the fire season is in full swing so as I braved the heat today to take pictures in the late afternoon light which was more orange than usual and was met by a flurry of white flakes, which however were accompanied by the smell of woodsmoke rather than a crisp breeze, ah well.

Happy 4th of July!

sleepdrugged

mmm....what were those thoughts? I know I had some.......

Conspicuosity

Ever want to carry something on your head, or spontaneously leap with a surge of energy? Ever want to dance or sing? Ever realise you’re going the wrong way and keep going or take the long way ‘round ‘cause you’d look silly stopping in your tracks and doing an about face? Ever want to wear some hat, or something unusual just ‘cause you like it, but feel like it’d be too odd or ‘innapropriate’?
And do you ever wonder if perhaps the eyes you feel watching you are only your own?

It seems as though so many of our urges and quirks are reigned in and kept hidden by this pervasive social fear that one might draw negative or unwanted attention. But really, does it matter at all what people you will never see again think of you? Or even, that those you regularly encounter should know what you’re really like? I wonder how much of the pressure we feel to conform is really something we place on ourselves individually out of fear of rejection...or of simply standing out and drawing the eyes of others.

I’ve never been one to take much note of the people around me, and yet I too am subject to these, perhaps immagined, social fetters. Sometimes they win, and I always feel ashamed for it, but most of the time I break free. I’m not saying that we should be inappropriate, tactless, insensitive, and solely lead by our fleeting desires, but we’e put muzzles on dogs that don’t bite and taken the wheels off our wagons lest we should happen to steer them the wrong way. Of course one should be mindfull of others, and yet, not mindfull in that debilitating way of fearing what they may or may not think, which is completely unrelated to caring about causing them trouble. So I say, do not clip your own wings! Let thyself fly! Release the joy, the energy, the individuality you have! That’s one of the great things about kids, the don’t worry themselves overmuch abotu stuff like that, they feel free to have fun. I can’t immagine why we think it’s more mature to prevent oneself from enjoying life. And you know....I bet people would be a bit more fit too if they wouldn’t keep themselves always in ‘dignified,’ stiff, unexciting poses and actions.

As I go through the day I find that I naturally stand in ‘odd’ positions which may look rather like I’m trying to pose, but really it just feels comfortable or fits what I’m thinking/feeling. Especially when I visit museums....or when I’m browsing grocery store isles, lol.....I tend to move differently than ‘normal’ people. Hmm....a bit more dancelike I guess...in slow-mo. I seem to naturally move my feet through ballet positions....yeah, it’s not like I was really in dance much, and I did that before I took classes, interesting..... I also tend to lean back and forth or to the side wierd, and rest my arms strangely, hehe. *shrug* ...hard to explain I guess, but I don’t like to just stand there normal like most people. I guess I never really understood why standing out is such a horrible thing to some people. It’s not that I’m wanting to attract attention by what I do or wear, I just don’t care if people happen to notice. I usually just ignore whatever attention I’m getting, I figure if they feel like gawking that’s their business. And besides, I rather hope I can show other’s it’s ok to be ‘wierd’ and inspire them to feel free to do the same =)

so yes! go and feel free to be conspicuous!

Touching Other Worlds

I love these moments when listening to music it seems as though your soul bursts from this skin that houses it and touches something beyond, something more than the sounds, when it seems everyting else around you has disappeared...it’s like suddenly soaring through another world! As though your soul travles through the music and knits itself with that intangible, mysterious soul of the music, that which makes it more than vibrations and noise.

Wind is like that too sometimes.....it feels like it whisks by and snatches your soul away upon it, and you stand there in a continous moment of being swept away, feeling as though your very self has become a portal through which the wind rushes to another world into which you stare not with eyes but heart, and what there is of you standing in this earth seems a distant memory.

stroke of genius

As I was sitting in the bath last night I was hit by an idea...something which must have been rattling around and forming in there for quite a long time I suppose. Or perhaps I thought of it before and forgot. You see, back in my first year of college I had a roomate who always put on this apple scent in the morning when she got ready to go, which was qutie a while before I had to get up, and every morning I would wake up as soon as she sprayed that smell. SO! It struck me last night that if one could be trained to wake up to a smell rather than a sound, why couldn't there be alarm clocks that were set to spray some scent - I suppose whatever a person chose to fill it with - at a certain time rather than playing music. And then I realised that that would be a great alternative for the hearing imparied. I did a quick search for hearing impared alarm clocks and it seems that they have ones with flashing lights and bed shakers.
Being the loather of mornings that I am I should definately hate having to be woken in that fashion, hearing impared or not. In fact the liklihood of my actually getting up is related to how gently I am dragged from the mire, if wrenched from it I become doubly determined to return, and of course it puts me very out of sorts should I loose.
However, it seems like a scent sparyer couldn't be more difficult to make than bed shakers, and if one could choose a pleasant smell as a gentle signal that it's time to get up, I should think it would be a much easier way to wake up someone who couldn't hear, and certainly less of a harrasment for anyone sharing a bed or room with someone hard of hearing. Hmm.....I could make millions ;p

"A man drowned in his bed?! Impossible!"

I have no idea how much water I have consumed in the last 48 hours, but it is considerably more than the reccommended 8 cups a day. This past week or two I've been pleagued by some of the worst allergies I've ever experienced, aside from cats, and in fact woke up a couple nights ago thinking I was about to die being unable to breath, as though a hand were clenched round my lungs, and of course the glue-like masses clogging my throat and sinuses.

Then it struck me that perhaps what with all the dripping and blowing and sneezing I might be needing more water than normal, which might explain the putty like consistancy of all that gunk, so I made sure to drink whenever I felt dry...which was constantly. It seems to have made some difference! Perhaps it is actually washing away whatever allergines have been accumulating - if they do that, I don't know. But as I lay me down to sleep tonight I can't help thinking about that classic scene in Charade and wondering if I should die before I wake if they should rather say she hath imbibed too much, than it was the flowers that killed her.

so, um...what about mental health benefits?

gah! I'm seriously starting to go mad! And I hold Barnes and Noble completely responsible. It all started when our store, which doesn't have a music department I'd like to note, decided to play only CDs we carry all the time. Because we don't have a music section, that makes the selection extreemly limited. Unfortuneatly this new music regime conveniently coincided with the dismisal of our regular shelving crew and the decree that the recieving team (all 2 of us) will now spend half our day out shelving. Which Means! that I have to spend a good portion of the day being subjected to a broken reccord. Honnestly it feels like they've created my very own torture chamber, just for me, yes. As you already know, I hate pretty much all modern/rock music. And of course, that's what all this stuff is. The worst thing about it is that my mind has a way of getting songs, especially ones I don't like, stuck in my head. So not only do I have to deal with this while I'm at work, I get to take home my portable torture chamber and listen to these songs on repeat on my way home, and while I'm eating diner, and all night in my dreams, and when I wake up in the morning, what do you know! they're still there haunting me. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!