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Showing posts with label angry. Show all posts
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15 December 2009
hey sugar
i am so sick of reading "sugar/high fructose corn syrup/maltose/maltodextrin/cane juice/fruit concentrate" on every single pre-packaged food available.
it's even in bread. bread you buy at the store.
this is why i do my own baking.
i fuind it scummy how food companies will claim "made with fruit" on the front label, when on the back you read "fruit concentrate" which is fruit boiled down & sifted until there are no vitamins, no fiber, not any good thing left except the fructose.
it's sick. it's ugly. it's because consumers are addicted to sugars, which makes more money for the food companies.
what an ugly, distasteful truth.
it's even in bread. bread you buy at the store.
this is why i do my own baking.
i fuind it scummy how food companies will claim "made with fruit" on the front label, when on the back you read "fruit concentrate" which is fruit boiled down & sifted until there are no vitamins, no fiber, not any good thing left except the fructose.
it's sick. it's ugly. it's because consumers are addicted to sugars, which makes more money for the food companies.
what an ugly, distasteful truth.
17 November 2009
failure
failure: emily drinks real milk, phil drinks real milk,
french dairy farmers of 1944 drink real milk;
milk is boiled to scorching, milk is skimmed
milk is bleached, milk is tainted.
failure: using coordinates & clues &
global positioning units for geocaching for hours & finding nothing.
french dairy farmers of 1944 drink real milk;
milk is boiled to scorching, milk is skimmed
milk is bleached, milk is tainted.
failure: using coordinates & clues &
global positioning units for geocaching for hours & finding nothing.
failure: reading "best meteor shower of the decade", reading "11 pm to 4 am",
not reading "best view around 4 am", seeing only 4 shooting stars.
not reading "best view around 4 am", seeing only 4 shooting stars.
seeking help in the wrong place, self righteousness, self decay.
failure: landlord remodeling, research demographics &
rent rates, nowhere to go, close store, lay off employees.
rent rates, nowhere to go, close store, lay off employees.
failure: job searching, another opportunity for failure?
drinking real fresh milk straight from the milk bucket.
03 September 2009
deterioration of the fight or flight response
Fight or flight. It's what we've been told. We're expected to do it. Instinct, as they say.
And you can't say you haven't ever made the subconscious choice and done one or the other or (likely) both. We're humans; we're confronted; our hearts are put on the line. A situation arises and that slow burn comes upon our hearts, fueling anger or confusion - pushing us to counter the problem strongly or leave it and run away, hoping to clear our heads and forget it all.
And it can happen any time...
When folks start talking dissenting politics, it's likely a person will argue or leave the room.
At that breaking point, when your most important relationship is under attack, what do you do? Fight the flesh? Fight the wife or the husband or the best friend? Or do you run? Do you even look back behind you?
We're all succumbed to fighting. We've all flown off, as well. It's instinct. It's human nature. It's our flesh taking action for us.
But what does the heart say?
Our hearts know that malignant situations come upon us, and that we should solve them rationally, not hurting the other person or thing involved. We should take time; figure things out.
So, how do we fight the instinct?
Could I do it by myself?
Certainly not.
Without the help and the drive of a perfect person, it's impossible.
How grateful, then, are we to be that the very Spirit of God rests within us. The very Spirit that can cause mountains to crack & crumble into pieces lives inside you and inside me to calm our inner storms. He brings us peace & serenity.
His presence moves us not to fight anymore. We don't have to run away; we run only to Him.
The temptation to lean on our own selves for understanding is, of course, strong and with us.
But we can choose to fall on Him.
We fight and flee no more.
And you can't say you haven't ever made the subconscious choice and done one or the other or (likely) both. We're humans; we're confronted; our hearts are put on the line. A situation arises and that slow burn comes upon our hearts, fueling anger or confusion - pushing us to counter the problem strongly or leave it and run away, hoping to clear our heads and forget it all.
And it can happen any time...
When folks start talking dissenting politics, it's likely a person will argue or leave the room.
At that breaking point, when your most important relationship is under attack, what do you do? Fight the flesh? Fight the wife or the husband or the best friend? Or do you run? Do you even look back behind you?
We're all succumbed to fighting. We've all flown off, as well. It's instinct. It's human nature. It's our flesh taking action for us.
But what does the heart say?
Our hearts know that malignant situations come upon us, and that we should solve them rationally, not hurting the other person or thing involved. We should take time; figure things out.
So, how do we fight the instinct?
Could I do it by myself?
Certainly not.
Without the help and the drive of a perfect person, it's impossible.
How grateful, then, are we to be that the very Spirit of God rests within us. The very Spirit that can cause mountains to crack & crumble into pieces lives inside you and inside me to calm our inner storms. He brings us peace & serenity.
His presence moves us not to fight anymore. We don't have to run away; we run only to Him.
The temptation to lean on our own selves for understanding is, of course, strong and with us.
But we can choose to fall on Him.
We fight and flee no more.
30 April 2007
Feelin' down again...
"We must pay more careful attention, therefore, to what we have heard, so that we do not drift away. For if the message spoken by angels was binding, and every violation and disobedience received its just punishment, how shall we escape if we ignore such a great salvation?" - Hebrews 2:1-3
"Today, if you hear His voice, do not harden your hearts" - Hebrews 3:7-8
"See to it, brothers, that none of you has a sinful, unbelieving heart that turns away from the living God. But encourage one another daily, as long as it is called Today, so that none of you may be hardened by sin's deceitfulness. We have come to share in Christ if we hold firmly till the end the confidence we had at first." - Hebrews 3:12-14
This whole situation is still not getting better. It's affecting my body; I feel a physical weight pushing down on my spine, I feel muscularly weak, and I don't feel like eating at all. And I'm dehydrated.
The weekend, however, was great. Quite a refreshing time to be carefree and adventurous with my dear Wallace. We did a Fountains of UMD tour, trespassed, frolicked [in a special way] through the thunderstorm, and I met some new friends. Saturday was Maryland Day, so campus was v. crowded. We ate Chick fil-A!
That night we slept in cardboard boxes on the Mall by the Washington Monument for Displace Me - a media/awareness event held by Invisible Children [dot com], where they showed us video testimonials of folks in Uganda who are in the displacement camps where the government put them to keep them "safe" from the rebel army. Last year they held a "Global Night Commute" which was basically reenacting what the Ugandan children do every night to avoid being abducted by the rebel army to be made into child soldiers or sex slaves. This year we were made to experience what they deal with in the displacement camps, except we had clean water and no AIDS or malaria. We had a 6-hour fast, and then were only allowed to eat water and saltine crackers. We called people and wrote to congressmen to spread the word in hopes of the U.S. or the U.N. doing something to bring peace to northern Uganda.
The next morning Wallace and I hit up Starbucks before church [how convenient to have one between dorm and campus], which was run by Maryland Christian Fellowship and was cool. We sang a "yee-haw" song.
Directly after lunch we got a call from Horatio, who had come to pick me up. So Wallace and I parted ways again. Hopefully we'll hang out again this summer - when we'll do even more crazy adventure-type things! Whee!!
The drive back with Brandon was good. It didn't even get dark until we got home. We stopped in Philly for supper with Y-von at a place called Brigid's. I got gnocchi in pesto, mm!! It was rather tasty. We also got to see her studio in this church; Ruben Ghenov also works there! How exciting! I hadn't seen Gali since he was a baby; what a cute kid!
I had a somewhat sleepless night, followed by weaving class, geometry quiz, crafts class, geometry class, glazing and then a chat. In some ways, I feel like Paul....
"I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.
And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature.
For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do - this I keep on doing.
Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.
So I find this law at work: When I want to do good, evil is right there with me. For in my inner being I delight in God's law; but I see another law at work in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within my members. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to God - through Jesus Christ our Lord!" [Romans 7:15-25]
Thanks be to God indeed. Jesus will rescue me from this body of death. I want my sinful nature to die. I just hate sin so much I want it to be completely gone from my life; separated as far as the East is from the West. I know that I'm forgiven, I just want to sin no more. I won't be pressured into sinning anymore. It just burns a hole in my gut, like too many of those Warhead candies.
And I'm seeking counsel within friends. Sometimes it's hard for me to ask for help, so if you've got wisdom or advice about certain sorts of things, please just pour it upon me. If I'm not in the weaving studio this week, I'll be at the Chris House [need time in the chapel], or my phone is usually on if I'm not in class.
*le sigh*
And I feel like such a b*t*h for complaining about my stupid life problems when 5 year old kids in Uganda are being abducted from their starving, infected families to be forced to carry a gun that weighs nearly as much as they do. How do you feel about that?
oh, and pardon my french.
"Today, if you hear His voice, do not harden your hearts" - Hebrews 3:7-8
"See to it, brothers, that none of you has a sinful, unbelieving heart that turns away from the living God. But encourage one another daily, as long as it is called Today, so that none of you may be hardened by sin's deceitfulness. We have come to share in Christ if we hold firmly till the end the confidence we had at first." - Hebrews 3:12-14
This whole situation is still not getting better. It's affecting my body; I feel a physical weight pushing down on my spine, I feel muscularly weak, and I don't feel like eating at all. And I'm dehydrated.
The weekend, however, was great. Quite a refreshing time to be carefree and adventurous with my dear Wallace. We did a Fountains of UMD tour, trespassed, frolicked [in a special way] through the thunderstorm, and I met some new friends. Saturday was Maryland Day, so campus was v. crowded. We ate Chick fil-A!
That night we slept in cardboard boxes on the Mall by the Washington Monument for Displace Me - a media/awareness event held by Invisible Children [dot com], where they showed us video testimonials of folks in Uganda who are in the displacement camps where the government put them to keep them "safe" from the rebel army. Last year they held a "Global Night Commute" which was basically reenacting what the Ugandan children do every night to avoid being abducted by the rebel army to be made into child soldiers or sex slaves. This year we were made to experience what they deal with in the displacement camps, except we had clean water and no AIDS or malaria. We had a 6-hour fast, and then were only allowed to eat water and saltine crackers. We called people and wrote to congressmen to spread the word in hopes of the U.S. or the U.N. doing something to bring peace to northern Uganda.
The next morning Wallace and I hit up Starbucks before church [how convenient to have one between dorm and campus], which was run by Maryland Christian Fellowship and was cool. We sang a "yee-haw" song.
Directly after lunch we got a call from Horatio, who had come to pick me up. So Wallace and I parted ways again. Hopefully we'll hang out again this summer - when we'll do even more crazy adventure-type things! Whee!!
The drive back with Brandon was good. It didn't even get dark until we got home. We stopped in Philly for supper with Y-von at a place called Brigid's. I got gnocchi in pesto, mm!! It was rather tasty. We also got to see her studio in this church; Ruben Ghenov also works there! How exciting! I hadn't seen Gali since he was a baby; what a cute kid!
I had a somewhat sleepless night, followed by weaving class, geometry quiz, crafts class, geometry class, glazing and then a chat. In some ways, I feel like Paul....
"I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.
And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature.
For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do - this I keep on doing.
Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.
So I find this law at work: When I want to do good, evil is right there with me. For in my inner being I delight in God's law; but I see another law at work in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within my members. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to God - through Jesus Christ our Lord!" [Romans 7:15-25]
Thanks be to God indeed. Jesus will rescue me from this body of death. I want my sinful nature to die. I just hate sin so much I want it to be completely gone from my life; separated as far as the East is from the West. I know that I'm forgiven, I just want to sin no more. I won't be pressured into sinning anymore. It just burns a hole in my gut, like too many of those Warhead candies.
And I'm seeking counsel within friends. Sometimes it's hard for me to ask for help, so if you've got wisdom or advice about certain sorts of things, please just pour it upon me. If I'm not in the weaving studio this week, I'll be at the Chris House [need time in the chapel], or my phone is usually on if I'm not in class.
*le sigh*
And I feel like such a b*t*h for complaining about my stupid life problems when 5 year old kids in Uganda are being abducted from their starving, infected families to be forced to carry a gun that weighs nearly as much as they do. How do you feel about that?
oh, and pardon my french.
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