Sticks and Stones and Stitches

May you have a happy birthday;
And wherever your head may now lay,
May it be cushioned by spam and jellay!

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Poor Jesse! This morning, he was feeling pretty bad, so he went over to Hall Health.  They told him he had strep throat, and that they'd have to do surgery in his throat to remove fluid from his flooding tonsils.  He was understandably scared; however, after having a few more doctors inspect his throat, they concluded he only had a nasty case of tonsilitis.  So he's in bed now, feeling pretty blech.  Hope he's feeling better soon.

So, there's a birthday boy among the readers, if I understand it correctly.  When I first learned the lockpicking skills at 4 years of age, I tested it on his head with a bunch of Hot Wheels cars.  While those are understandably not the best picks, it certainly opened up his poor little 2-year-old forehead.  He got better, though.

Then there was the red wagon we had in California.  One of us would sit, while the other would pull in circles around the tree in our backyard.  He decided it was his turn, so I began running with the wagon behind.  For the fun of it, I decided to take him through the best part of the ride really fast: the rocky, rooty section underneath the tree swing.  I easily dodged the wooden swing base.  He, however, didn't.  The corner of the swing caught him right on the top of his noggin.  Stitches!

This was also the kid who loved to eat.  He found his way into the kitchen one day, and saw some pudding sitting in the open dishwasher door, which he rapidly consumed.  He had to go to the hospital to have the detergent pumped out of his stomach.

Ever since he learned his Basic Weaponry skill, he's collected various sticks, named them, patched them up, and beautified them in various ways.  He then uses one or two select special ones to beat on various opponents, whether they be trees, people, ghosts, or the latest threat to the peace of the tree fort.

Ethan, here's to another year.  Happy 17th birthday!

It Pours because It Rains

Beef? I am lacking in beef. Fawful is beefless.

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The rain really was flowing today.  A simple 15-minute walk across campus turned into a drench-fest.  Even with my rain jacket on, both I and my bag got soaked.  But it was nothing to worry about; the soggy results of each trek I made always dried off before I went to my next destination.  And it's better raining than having no clouds and freezing.

The rain also kind of fit today's start.  The audition on Tuesday may have gone well, but the results... I got an e-mail this morning from Kaplan, saying they cannot offer me a position.  It could be they just didn't need any more SAT teachers, and needed more for other tests instead; or the audition really wasn't as good as I though.  It's a bummer, especially since I kind of threw all my eggs in one basket, instead of delivering a boatload of résumés before the quarter started.  Now I'll have to print out a bunch of résumés and cover letters, and hit the streets to see what other jobs are available nearby.  A surprising amount of students here don't work, so there'll likely be somewhere that has positions open.  Until then, keep praying! Well, you can keep praying after, too.  But especially for now!

Rockets, Rain, and Relative Chaos

Real numbers commute.  And so do some real people, I hear.

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Today was it.  This was the time to wrap up the Kaplan audition planning.  Former jobs, rockets, resumes, pressure, references, gunpowder... it's all kind of muddled now.  The important thing is, with a little last-minute help from people back home, I got the application together, and had a sort of plan for the audition: "How to launch a rocket".

But first I had to tidy up.  This involved a business casual shirt (PLEASE tell me there's a standard definition for that oxymoron), a damp washcloth, and a trip to the shower.  What made the shower unusual was the haircut session going on.  Someone was giving a free haircut, and there was clippings everywhere on the bathroom floor.  And people kept dropping in to see how it was going.  Kind of eerie.

Then there was the actual process of printing out the cover letter and resume.  I made some editing changes with some advice from the Technical Communication peer review session we had yesterday.  I copied the files over to my thumb drive, and left it sitting while I took that shower.  I came back and took the drive out, and dashed over to the library to print it out.  I opened the resume, printed a couple copies.  Then I went to open the cover letter... and the file was corrupted.

It didn't transfer fully.  For some reason or other, Windows decided to delay the file's write, so when I pulled the drive out, it didn't have time to store it all.  I ended up having to make the resume without the letter, unfortunately.  I'll have to print another one early tomorrow morning for class.  Stinky.

The audition itself went fine, though.  Nothing helps energy-level in a presentation like having a high-energy topic like rockets.

All-in-all, an interesting day.  I'll find out within the next few days what the results were, though.  Here's praying it was worth the time! And what do you know, it looks like the fall rains have started in earnest this time.

The Wheels on the Bus go SCREEECH!

Oh, drat.  I left my coat at the lab.

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I guess this is what they call procrastination.  It has all the same symptoms, and I'm pretty sure it's highly contagious.  I don't want to give it to roomies, but... only time will tell.

The Washington State tranpsortation system is interesting, at the very least.  I daresay it's kind of illogical that Google has more information on the bus routes than the Washington Department of Transportation does.  It also helps more with route planning.  I only had to take one bus down to the ferry terminal on Friday, hopped onto the ferry, and one more bus to my house.  Hooray for homecoming, however temporary.

Then there's the computer troubles.  The hard drive's replaced now, with the tools I had available on Saturday.  The files are all back, but a lot of programs lost data and settings.  So now I have to reset a lot of things from scratch: not easy, especially when you have short-term memory loss like I do.  But it's slowly building its way back up.  Carbonite did an okay job.

Getting back was another issue altogether.  Finding the right bus was no trouble; finding the right stop was.  Bus 66 travels in one big loop, from what I saw when I got on it the first time on Friday.  So when it crossed the bridge, I assumed it would take a couple quick turns and head the other way, where it would drop me off before it crossed again.  But we passed right through 42nd Avenue.  And 43rd.  And 72nd.  And 90th.

I realized too late that the bus did go in a loop; one LONG loop headed north.  It finally dropped me off at a transit station, where I had to call home and figure out how to get back.  Turns out I got on the same bus, headed back... towards the bridge like I thought it was going to.

I made it back to the dorms without being mugged, even though I was an hour later than I thought I was going to be.  But at least I had time enough to work on that cover letter.  Back to the ol' grind, eh?

Men, gods, and the unnaturalness of sin

The Hero will have the power to save the world.  But he will also have the power to destroy it.
We never understood.  He wouldn't simply bear the power of Preservation.  He needed the power of Ruin as well.
The powers were opposites.  As he drew them in, they threatened to annihilate each other.  And yet, because he was of one mind on how to use them, he could keep them separate.  They could touch without destroying each other, if he willed it.  For these two powers had been used to create all things.  If they fought, they destroyed.  If they were used together, they created.
-Mistborn - The Hero of Ages

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The Mistborn trilogy was quite excellent.  Strong character development, a grandiose storyline that all fit in the end, and plenty of action to tie it up.  But Sazed's search still remains one of the most depressingly blinded statements the books make.

Near the end of his study of all three-hundred religions he had in his copperminds, Sazed began to know there was no hope in any of them.  They all contradicted themselves, throwing logic aside, demanding faith in something he couldn't see.  Something he couldn't accept, not when it couldn't answer his questions.  Not when it couldn't tell him where Tindwyl went when she died.

But he realized there was one religion left.  One that had survived for a thousand years, though no Terrisman had ever recovered it: the Terris religion.

Through a long and complex series of circumstances you don't want to know about, he finally finds the one group that still knows his people's long-lost religion.  And he finds that it, like the others, demands faith, instead of giving logical, scientific reasons for its prophecies and teachings.  And looking around him, he saw that's what made followers of the Survivor different from these long-dead religions.

They had faith.  And they had hope through it.

While this is all well and good, I'd have something to add.  Ironically enough, while Christianity does require faith, just as any religion does, it also is able to back itself up logically, scientifically, and through personal testimonies of the saints who have come before us.  Sanderson had it close, I think.  But he's missing a lot of the argument.  Sazed could have placed his hope in any of the other religions... and would have been misled.  Faith and hope aren't the reasons religion exists.  But more on that later.

Now to deal with the second big topic: today's quote.  In the books' mythology, Preservation is the power of... well, preserving.  And Ruin is the... power of ruin.  Pretty straightforward.  A classic concept - order and chaos, age-old rivals.  But in the ending, he notes that all of the world was created using both the power of Preservation and the power of Ruin working together in a bargain, in order to prevent a stalemate, where each would block the other's touch on the world.  This would infer that chaos, and therefore the power of destruction, death, and sin, are a natural part of the world.  And this is what disturbs me most.

I wish I had a book I could look this up in, to get more specific references.  But looking at Genesis 1 will suffice.

The finished creation.  No death.  No decay.  No destruction.  And what did God say?

It was very good.  Not "it's not right, there needs to be a counter-balance", but "it's good as it is".  The whole concept of sin being a natural part of the world was probably dragged in from Taoism's Yin-Yang, or some similar ideal.  And do I even have to note that the fact that the Hero became God is ludicrous? An imperfect man as God would be no God at all.

Aside from that, I must say, excellent story.  Most of his other moral issues were dealt with very well, though sticking very closely to a classic world standpoint.  What I think made the moral conflicts worthwhile was each character having to struggle through whether they were doing the right thing at any given time.  And eventually coming to the right decision, for the most part.

But enough ranting for now.  I need my sleep to kick this stupid cold.

In Sickness.. and I'm too sick to remember the rest.

"Well, if I were said force of doom, then I certainly wouldn't have used my powers to turn the land black. It just lacks flair. Red. Now, that would be an interesting color. Think of the possibilities--if the ash were red, the rivers would run like blood. Black is so monotonous that you can forget about it, but red--you'd always be thinking, 'Why, look at that. That hill is red. That evil force of doom trying to destroy me certainly has style.'"
-Mistborn - Hero of Ages

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So, it's definitely been an interesting time the past few days.

Friday, I got back from classes and started working on the Java homework.  Yes, I had other homework, I could do, but why put off the most fun 'til last? It took me a good couple hours to get the kinks out of the program, but I think it's up to shape now.  That was only the beginning of the fiasco, though.

I put my laptop on 'Stand By' mode while I went to do something else.  I came back to turn it on, and heard something I've heard only once before from my computer.  It was ominous.  If sounds could stab, the laptop should have gone into the acupuncture field.

CLICK.  CLICK.  CLICK.

That was it.  No screen turning on, no familiar happy Windows "HELLO!!!" chime.

As previously mentioned, this has only happened once before.  Turning off the computer didn't help last time, until I waited for a few hours.  It was worse this time.  I waited a couple hours, and tried again.  Nothing.  No blog post that night.

Saturday, I was feeling a liiiittle on the icky side.  I had a bit of head congestion, and felt really chilly.  But our room's windows were open, so that didn't surprise me much.  And the computer still wouldn't turn on.  And I had no way to find Dell Support's phone number without using a library computer.  My little brother and mom came and brought home-made pizza (MMMM!) and Settlers of Catan.  That was an exciting game.  Especially since I won.  But they played well, and we laughed pretty hard the whole time.  And the other people in the cafe lounge were cheering us on! (Don't listen to what they tell you about the Huskies game on the TV; they were celebrating that awesome one-sheep-for-two-brick trade.)

Fortunately, I was able to call back home to get the support number from my other brother, who was sick with a cold.  I called in, and after half-an-hour of reading while placed on hold, someone picked up, and I soon got a verdict.  The hard-drive was faulty, and would need to be replaced.  And that meant having to get data recovery for the faulty one.  I tried turning it on again while he was filling out forms, and wouldn't you know it, the thing turned on just fine.  I'll still have to replace the drive, since it's already done it twice, and there doesn't seem to be rhyme or reason behind it.  I really don't feel like losing all my stuff because the drive has a bad head.

Last night, I was definitely feeling feverish, and very congested.  I took some Tylenol, and some Sudafed; the Tylenol seemed to help the fever for awhile; the Sudafed, not so much.  I ended up feeling to yucky to write a post.

And today, I was feeling even ickier.  I laid around until eleven, then demolished an orange mom brought.  The fever seemed to slack off during the afternoon, thought the congestion continued to stick with all day.  I still managed to wrap up homework, and write up this post.  Now you know where I've been the last few days: sick as a dawg.

Religions, Truth, and the Gospel

The skaa called Sazed holy, but at that moment he realized that he was the most profane of men.  He knew three hundred religions, yet had faith in none of them.
So, when his tears fell -- and nearly began to freeze to his face -- they gave him as little comfort as his religions.  He moaned, leaning over the frozen corpse.
My life, he thought, has been a sham.
-Mistborn - The Well of Ascension

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Hello, October!

Finally finished the book.  It's quite fantastic, really, and quite free of inappropriate scenes.  But the line of thought culminating in today's quote was very thought-provoking.

Sazed is one of the main characters in these books.  As a Terrisman Ferruchemist, he has a role as one of the Keepers among his people.  Ferruchemists use pieces of metal, called metalminds, to store attributes at the cost of a temporary weakening of that attribute.  Some store physical traits, such as senses, strength, and weight.  Copper is very interesting, in that it stores memories.  Keepers store vast amounts of information in their copperminds: books, biographies, events... and religions.  Sazed is notable for knowing over three hundred religions, all long dead, crushed by the Lord Ruler during his thousand-year reign.  Yet he insists on trying to match every person he meets with a religion that would best suit that person.

The hypocrisy in this is incredibly obvious from the start.  Sazed himself claims to hold all religions equally, as each contain 'portions of truth'.  But in doing so, he refutes the truth of all, since all of them would necessarily conflict with each other.  Here, as he finds the dead body of a fellow Keeper he had just fallen in love with (eunuch or not), he realizes the true futility of his life's work.

That's one thing this book tends to probe a lot: what, exactly makes a 'divinity'? The Lord Ruler was considered one, because, for all practical purposes, he was immortal, and was incredibly powerful.  But he was killed when it was discovered he had a simple trick he used to make himself a 'god'.  Kelsier, who had led the skaa rebellion against the Final Empire, let himself be martyred, and throughout the second book, he is considered a 'god' by the skaa people, making a religion to unite an oppressed people.

None of these come as any surprise, given the author's background in the mormon church.  While this does accurately depict the futility of trying to hold on to multiple, conflicting religions, it does not truly confront what would, then, be the source of truth and morality.  Perhaps he'll resolve this in the third book; I'm not sure.  It will be interesting to see how he draws his conclusions.

Back to Galatians!

Paul's statement in the first verse continues.  He notes, as I said in the last post, that he received the gospel from Jesus Christ, not from man.  He also notes another component: God the Father, who raised Christ from the dead.  That act of raising Christ is, in itself, the gospel given to Paul; and, if Christ had not been raised, He could not have given the gospel to Paul anyway.  It's kind of difficult to say you were risen from the dead if you are, in fact, dead.  More evidence for Paul's case, and another blow for those claiming Jesus Christ is not God.

Paul sends this letter, also, with a greeting from 'all the brothers who are with me'.  Either he is, again, in prison, or he is with another church (which seems more likely).  He obviously has the support of those around him in writing this letter.  I'll head back into the thick of the chapter again tomorrow, if I have time.  Which I can make a little of, under the right circumstances.  Just add a little tin to bronze, and mix it with about half again as much aluminum...