Friday, April 29, 2011

royal.

Was anybody else slightly interested in the royal wedding? The bride looked stunning.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

the trouble with X

Do yourself a big favor and read this whole thing. It's an excerpt from God in the Dock: Essays on Theology and Ethics by C.S.Lewis, derived from the chapter titled, "The trouble with 'X' "

There are two respects in which God's view must be very different from ours. In the first place, He sees (like you) how all the people in your home or your job are in various degrees awkward or difficult; but when He looks into that home or factory or office He sees one more person of the same kind - the one you never do see. I mean, of course, yourself. That is the next great step in wisdom - to realize that you also are just that sort of person. You also have a fatal flaw in your character. All the hopes and plans of others have again and again shipwrecked on your character just as your hopes and plans have shipwrecked on theirs.

It is no good passing this over with some vague, general · admission such as 'Of course, I know I have my faults.' It is important to realize that there is some really fatal flaw in you: something which gives the others just that same feeling of despair which their flaws give you. And it is almost certainly something you don't know about - like what the advertisements call 'halitosis', which everyone notices except the person who has it. But why, you ask, don't the others tell me? Believe me, they have tried to tell you over and over again, and you just couldn't 'take it'. Perhaps a good deal of what you call their 'nagging' or 'bad temper' or 'queerness' are just their attempts to make you see the truth. And even the faults you do know you don't know fully. You say, 'I admit I lost my temper last night'; but the others know that you're always doing it, that you are a bad-tempered person. You say, 'I admit I drank too much last Saturday'; but everyone else knows that you are a habitual drunkard.

That is one way in which God's view must differ from mine. He sees all the characters: I see all except my own. But the second difference is this. He loves the people in spite of their faults. He goes on loving. He does not let go. Don't say, 'It's all very well for Him; He hasn't got to live with them.' He has. He is inside them as well as outside them. He is with them far more intimately and closely and incessantly than we can ever be. Every vile thought within their minds (and ours), every moment of spite, envy, arrogance, greed and self-conceit comes right up against His patient and longing love, and grieves His spirit more than it grieves ours.

The more we can imitate God in both these respects, the more progress we shall make. We must love 'X' more; and we must learn to see ourselves as a person of exactly the same kind. Some people say it is morbid to be always thinking of one's own faults. That would be all very well if most of us could stop thinking of our own without soon beginning to think about those of other people. For unfortunately we enjoy thinking about other people's faults: and in the proper sense of the word 'morbid', that is the most morbid pleasure in the world.

We don't like rationing which is imposed upon us, but I suggest one form of rationing which we ought to impose on ourselves. Abstain from all thinking about other people's faults, unless your duties as a teacher or parent make it necessary to think about them. Whenever the thoughts come unnecessarily into one's mind, why not simply shove them away? And think of one's own faults instead? For there, with God's help, one can do something. Of all the awkward people in your house or job there is only one whom you can improve very much. That is the practical end at which to begin. And really, we'd better. The job has to be tackled some day: and every day we put it off will make it harder to begin.

What, after all, is the alternative? You see clearly enough that nothing, not even God with all His power, can make 'X' really happy as long as 'X' remains envious, self-centred, and spiteful. Be sure there is something inside you which, unless it is altered, will put it out of God's power to prevent your being eternally miserable. While that something remains there can be no Heaven for you, just as there can be no sweet smells for a man with a cold in the nose, and no music for a man who is deaf. It's not a question of God 'sending' us to Hell. In each of us there is something growing up which will of itself be Hell unless it is nipped in the bud. The matter is serious: let us put ourselves in His hands at once - this very day, this hour.

Friday, April 22, 2011

featured

So this realization hit me: I have super talented friends. They're kind and humble too. What an awesome combination. Today I wanted to highlight two wonderful individuals.

I just want to give a shout out to my friend Olga [I sound like I'm on TV]. She's amazing at graphic design. Just pretty amazing in general too. Here are some of my favorite designs of hers.






and now onto Abby...
Abby is probably the most patient person in the world, she's a great listener, a faithful friend, and just overall awesome..not to mention like the best artist I know.
Here's one of my favorites from her art repertoire:
Aslan from Narnia of course.



Oh and she draws unique and really swell designs on coffee cups. Coffee shops everywhere are missing out..and they don't even know it.
Lookie here...



I know they're going to become incredible graphic designers. I wish you ladies the best, and I love you both immensely.

*Oh oh, I should totally get a logo made that says "featured on blossoming branches"...[like the style me pretty one] so Olga and Abby could put it on their blogs [and any other neat-o individual I feature]..HA, because I'm that prominent..actually not really.

*To friends who weren't featured: you are not any less talented, I just don't have all that room on my post..and you should probably just humble yourself and be happy. p.s. there's definitely plenty of opportunities for more posts in the future for you. I wholeheartedly accept bribes in exchange for a spot on my blog. We can work something out.

*Clarification: Abby and Olga did not bribe me, this was voluntarily, I promise.

--Update--
Okay fine, I also have a friend named Artem, who's pretty talented at art. I mean just look at the first three letters of his name. [And he may or may not have bribed me to include him in this post]

Here's a really CUTE [haha..very intentional selection of that word there] design he made once upon a snow day or something.
Isn't it so adorable?


Wednesday, April 20, 2011

alarmed

This here is a sad recap of my latest frustration:

I have noticed something extremely alarming about myself. I'm a big hypocrite.
There is a golden rule, written in the Bible, and adhered to throughout time and by many societies.
The idea is "do to others, what you'd have them do to you."

In my world, I expect fairness just as I expect the water to run out of the faucet every time I turn it on. But I am not a fair person. I contradict myself. Albeit, I'm not deliberately mean, I'm frankly unjust.

I expect my sister to listen carefully to what I am most passionate about, yet when my own niece starts doing the same, I write it off as a ridiculous seventh grade obsession and start zoning off. I hate when someone is cross, and will take it out on me. Oh wait, I got irked at my nephew yesterday evening for an unintentional act of his. It's so frustrating to me when someone is selfish, because personally it's about me not them [I subconciously think this at times, because why else would I be frustrated if something was centered on someone else]. It is also annoying when someone borrows a belonging of mine and doesn't give it back. But, please don't come to my room and go through my closets contents however, as there is a pile of things I have yet to give back to people. Somehow, I find it acceptable to want to change the subject when somebody is [according to me] blabbering about something dull, but don't you dare interrupt me, I probably have something important to say. When I was little, I loved it when one of my sisters would let me borrow something she owned. But with my niece, it's a whole different case, I guess I was more careful than she [right], and she'll probably somehow get a tear in my skirt on her way to church. There's an abundant supply of examples where those came from.

Often, I think it's perfectly okay to do certain things I wouldn't tolerate from others.

You've just witnessed the voice of my inner egotist/hypocrite. A very pathetic, but true depiction this is. In my heart, I am so far from being like Christ. From now on, I resolve to truly treat others the way I would want to be treated, in all instances.

Monday, April 18, 2011

convinced

I am convinced that:
reading the newspaper is still important
the English countryside is beautiful
collars are classy
we need to trust God, He already has the big picture in mind
breakfast is the best meal of the day







p.s. I haven't posted in a while, due to much thinking and other activity. Sorry about that.