Thursday, February 26, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
I couldn't leave a comment on the class page so here it is for now...
Raul Moreno Jr
English 100
Cerritos College
Post:12
Separation-Encounter-Return
For me, this I read this as a run down of Christianity and its teachings. It spoke of the details of different levels or revelations in one's spiritual walk with Christ. Paragraph 10 is where we get deep: "True wisdom looks amazingly like naive, silly, and even dangerous simplicity.(10)"Read the book of Proverbs, written in most part by the second wisest man to have ever walked the earth, King Solomon, and you'll immediately begin to refute his absolutely profound wisdom with your current circumstance, making a note of how circumstances simply cannot be ignored and overlooked. We've come to despise wisdom as a whole because of the pain it causes us just as Plato mentioned in AOTC.
Holding the most meaning in this paragraph, Rohr talks of the worst things we can do to someone like Jesus Christ and the greatest is to worship Him. In Christianity we are created to worship God so this seems nonsensical. What the author is stating holds great truth though because when we worship, we might distance ourselves from out Maker. Surely, God is Holy and He is to be revered but the idea and purpose of Christ coming was for God to re-establish a lost connection. Christ was sent to get personal and relate with us on a level that the Holy Father could not and if we are not careful to keep a personal relationship with Christ and instead view Him as only Holy, we might so foolishly distance ourselves with the mindset of never being able to enter through the gate that is Jesus Christ into the presence of God the Father.
Raul Moreno Jr
English 100
Cerritos College
Post:12
Separation-Encounter-Return
For me, this I read this as a run down of Christianity and its teachings. It spoke of the details of different levels or revelations in one's spiritual walk with Christ. Paragraph 10 is where we get deep: "True wisdom looks amazingly like naive, silly, and even dangerous simplicity.(10)"Read the book of Proverbs, written in most part by the second wisest man to have ever walked the earth, King Solomon, and you'll immediately begin to refute his absolutely profound wisdom with your current circumstance, making a note of how circumstances simply cannot be ignored and overlooked. We've come to despise wisdom as a whole because of the pain it causes us just as Plato mentioned in AOTC.
Holding the most meaning in this paragraph, Rohr talks of the worst things we can do to someone like Jesus Christ and the greatest is to worship Him. In Christianity we are created to worship God so this seems nonsensical. What the author is stating holds great truth though because when we worship, we might distance ourselves from out Maker. Surely, God is Holy and He is to be revered but the idea and purpose of Christ coming was for God to re-establish a lost connection. Christ was sent to get personal and relate with us on a level that the Holy Father could not and if we are not careful to keep a personal relationship with Christ and instead view Him as only Holy, we might so foolishly distance ourselves with the mindset of never being able to enter through the gate that is Jesus Christ into the presence of God the Father.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
What's in the mail..
- The Message [Remix] Bible
- After the Ball: How America Will Conquer Its Fear and Hatred of Gays in the 90's
- Box Car Racer CD
- Lot of 8 double packs of Polaroid Spectra Film [160 shots]
- Lot of 2 double packs of more Polaroid film [40 shots]
- One single double pack of expired Polaroid Film [20 shots]
.. and I might just buy myself a new Pentacon Six [camera] while it's available and before the price goes up.
I'm not spending my money wisely. ;/
- After the Ball: How America Will Conquer Its Fear and Hatred of Gays in the 90's
- Box Car Racer CD
- Lot of 8 double packs of Polaroid Spectra Film [160 shots]
- Lot of 2 double packs of more Polaroid film [40 shots]
- One single double pack of expired Polaroid Film [20 shots]
.. and I might just buy myself a new Pentacon Six [camera] while it's available and before the price goes up.
I'm not spending my money wisely. ;/
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Romance?
I tend to be a "hard ass" when it comes to relationships. I tell others, without much thought, to break it off with their partners when all they do is complain about them.
I'm the biggest closet romantic, and my head spins and my heart melts for a certain type of girl. I love a girl who is distraught, broken, abused, ruined, self destructive, and so on...
They're terrible for me, I know, for more than one reason but I don't give lots of thought to it once I've been sucked in. I've come a long way since I was a teenager and couldn't control myself, but still I have some things to finish off. I'm not so sure this emotional/psychological/spiritual thing I have for said girls will ever be completely absent. I'm not sure that it's absolutely bad or absolutely good, but instead some kind of muddled empathy or longing. This longing may simply be for something familiar and comfortable. Growing up in the broken home that I did, maybe this brokenness is what my nature has come to familiarize and find comfort in. Girls do it in this way; I don't think it's too crazy to say it's possible for a guy as well.
I always wanted to save these damsels in distress growing up. I painted myself out to be their knight in shining armor and always imagined that if I could only get them to see how they should be properly loved then they would turn. They would magically find their God-given self worth in the love that I provided them and we'd live happily ever after. It took some time to come to the realization that this sort of fairy tale is exactly that--a fairy tale. This truth is something I find exceptionally difficult to accept and adapt to, but I do my best. As there are with any category of people, so there are the exceptions in this instance. Unfortunately, they are few and far between.
Sometimes tears well up behind my eyes while my chest grows heavy and my throat closes a little. I am at a loss for words and actions.
Let's get back to earth; take a deep breath.
I'm the biggest closet romantic, and my head spins and my heart melts for a certain type of girl. I love a girl who is distraught, broken, abused, ruined, self destructive, and so on...
They're terrible for me, I know, for more than one reason but I don't give lots of thought to it once I've been sucked in. I've come a long way since I was a teenager and couldn't control myself, but still I have some things to finish off. I'm not so sure this emotional/psychological/spiritual thing I have for said girls will ever be completely absent. I'm not sure that it's absolutely bad or absolutely good, but instead some kind of muddled empathy or longing. This longing may simply be for something familiar and comfortable. Growing up in the broken home that I did, maybe this brokenness is what my nature has come to familiarize and find comfort in. Girls do it in this way; I don't think it's too crazy to say it's possible for a guy as well.
I always wanted to save these damsels in distress growing up. I painted myself out to be their knight in shining armor and always imagined that if I could only get them to see how they should be properly loved then they would turn. They would magically find their God-given self worth in the love that I provided them and we'd live happily ever after. It took some time to come to the realization that this sort of fairy tale is exactly that--a fairy tale. This truth is something I find exceptionally difficult to accept and adapt to, but I do my best. As there are with any category of people, so there are the exceptions in this instance. Unfortunately, they are few and far between.
Sometimes tears well up behind my eyes while my chest grows heavy and my throat closes a little. I am at a loss for words and actions.
Let's get back to earth; take a deep breath.
Friday, February 13, 2009
My grandmother's service went smooth, though I really am sick and tired of having to sit through a whole rosary every time someone passes in that family of mine.
I have such a hard time dealing with my dad's side of the family with the exception of my Nino and his family. Why can't they all follow his lead?
I really would love to rough up one of my cousins, the way he's treating his girlfriend and his 3 kids. It's absolutely disgusting.
I'm kind of exhausted.
MOT in the morning.
I have such a hard time dealing with my dad's side of the family with the exception of my Nino and his family. Why can't they all follow his lead?
I really would love to rough up one of my cousins, the way he's treating his girlfriend and his 3 kids. It's absolutely disgusting.
I'm kind of exhausted.
MOT in the morning.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Raiders of the Lost Ark
I'm kind of pissed off about my uncle raiding my grandma's house for all of her pictures and and then looking for jewelry. I was pretty sure we all agreed we'd go through everything together. What the hell is that about?
I hope my aunt doesn't make a mess of my grandma's picture boards... more importanly, I hope she doesn't ruin any of the original images with tape or staples or tacks. This is absolutely ridiculous.
I should have gone over and collected on Monday like I originally planned.
Look at Maggie; she's so cute.
I hope my aunt doesn't make a mess of my grandma's picture boards... more importanly, I hope she doesn't ruin any of the original images with tape or staples or tacks. This is absolutely ridiculous.
I should have gone over and collected on Monday like I originally planned.
Look at Maggie; she's so cute.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Grandma Ofelia
Yesterday, after a full 24 hours of struggled breathing on her own, my grandmother passed.
I'm glad that she's not suffering anymore; I'm glad she is allowed a more permanent rest now. She was 64 and died from the damage of a severe aneurysm/intracranial hemorrhage.
I'm praying my family is comforted, especially my little brother. There are some good things that will come of this, I know. Already, the decision has been made that my dad will be moving out to Palmdale with my uncle [his older brother] and his family. This is probably my greatest relief because I know my dad will do much better away from here. He was a huge drug addict who has sobered up in the past several years, but I know he screws around a little now and again. The removal of him from his familiar neighborhood will help in keeping him completely clean and straight. Maybe he can get a job out there and even get his own place seeing as it is so much less expensive to live out there. That would be fantastic. We just need to get him to quit smoking and get some medical attention for his paralyzed arm so he can be more healthy and comfortable.
Anyway, yeah..
Grandma's going to be missed, but I couldn't really feel good about keeping her here with the quality of life she would have been afforded. I'm glad she's getting herself some real rest now.
It's life and it can happen to anyone at any time. It does not matter if one is five years old or 85 years old. We are all human and we all live life. If we lose someone we are close to, let us be grateful that we have been allowed that time, those good memories and experiences, and give thanks to God that we're still breathing and capable of sharing those memories with others.
Soemeone's always got worse, and you're never alone in your circumstance.
Time to go mimis, Grandma. ;]
I'll miss you.
I'm glad that she's not suffering anymore; I'm glad she is allowed a more permanent rest now. She was 64 and died from the damage of a severe aneurysm/intracranial hemorrhage.
I'm praying my family is comforted, especially my little brother. There are some good things that will come of this, I know. Already, the decision has been made that my dad will be moving out to Palmdale with my uncle [his older brother] and his family. This is probably my greatest relief because I know my dad will do much better away from here. He was a huge drug addict who has sobered up in the past several years, but I know he screws around a little now and again. The removal of him from his familiar neighborhood will help in keeping him completely clean and straight. Maybe he can get a job out there and even get his own place seeing as it is so much less expensive to live out there. That would be fantastic. We just need to get him to quit smoking and get some medical attention for his paralyzed arm so he can be more healthy and comfortable.
Anyway, yeah..
Grandma's going to be missed, but I couldn't really feel good about keeping her here with the quality of life she would have been afforded. I'm glad she's getting herself some real rest now.
It's life and it can happen to anyone at any time. It does not matter if one is five years old or 85 years old. We are all human and we all live life. If we lose someone we are close to, let us be grateful that we have been allowed that time, those good memories and experiences, and give thanks to God that we're still breathing and capable of sharing those memories with others.
Soemeone's always got worse, and you're never alone in your circumstance.
Time to go mimis, Grandma. ;]
I'll miss you.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
I only have a minute, so I'll make this one short.
Grandma Ofie had an aneurysm yesterday morning. There's intracranial bleeding going on, so it's just wait and see for now. She may live; she may not. We're going back to the hospital to visit in a minute.
If you pray, say one for her. I'm praying for healing and/or comfort for my family. I'm not broken to pieces about the situation, but I can't tell if it's because this isn't such a big surprise or because I'm still a bit apathetic.
Also, maybe it hasn't hit me.
Grandma Ofie had an aneurysm yesterday morning. There's intracranial bleeding going on, so it's just wait and see for now. She may live; she may not. We're going back to the hospital to visit in a minute.
If you pray, say one for her. I'm praying for healing and/or comfort for my family. I'm not broken to pieces about the situation, but I can't tell if it's because this isn't such a big surprise or because I'm still a bit apathetic.
Also, maybe it hasn't hit me.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Raul Moreno Jr
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #6 [I think]
Moths
The author writes very descriptively, using lively adjectives or comparisons and giving lengthy details to the scenes in which the story plays out. Paragraph 13 stands out to me, in which she goes into a poetic, unconventional description of the sun setting with great eloquence. In the following paragraph, she further gives your mind a picture painted by words. Where other writers might leave room for the imagination to view or not to view the scene of the young lady bathing her "abuelita", the author leaves nothing of the sort. She does not show, but forces you too look upon the scene with an explanation involving "sporadic vaginal hairs" and "the fold of her buttock." The descriptions are real; they are raw.
I found it interesting to find the young girl stating two times, with no regard to the present theme and almost randomly, "I never kissed her." It seems as though she, looking back, now regrets the fact that she never kissed her abuelita. It eats at her to such a point that she will randomly insert this little bit of thinking out loud that is ever present. She makes mention of her abuelita's staring grey eye bringing to her a feeling of comfort and safety. She also speaks of Abuelita, being there with her through some of her hardest times, helping her along during puberty. Her abuelita also helped her with her hands--her greatest insecurity. After Abuelita had done this, the young lady had only seen it fit to help her grandmother with anything and everything that was needed, though she had never kissed her.
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #6 [I think]
Moths
The author writes very descriptively, using lively adjectives or comparisons and giving lengthy details to the scenes in which the story plays out. Paragraph 13 stands out to me, in which she goes into a poetic, unconventional description of the sun setting with great eloquence. In the following paragraph, she further gives your mind a picture painted by words. Where other writers might leave room for the imagination to view or not to view the scene of the young lady bathing her "abuelita", the author leaves nothing of the sort. She does not show, but forces you too look upon the scene with an explanation involving "sporadic vaginal hairs" and "the fold of her buttock." The descriptions are real; they are raw.
I found it interesting to find the young girl stating two times, with no regard to the present theme and almost randomly, "I never kissed her." It seems as though she, looking back, now regrets the fact that she never kissed her abuelita. It eats at her to such a point that she will randomly insert this little bit of thinking out loud that is ever present. She makes mention of her abuelita's staring grey eye bringing to her a feeling of comfort and safety. She also speaks of Abuelita, being there with her through some of her hardest times, helping her along during puberty. Her abuelita also helped her with her hands--her greatest insecurity. After Abuelita had done this, the young lady had only seen it fit to help her grandmother with anything and everything that was needed, though she had never kissed her.
Mom just got out of the hospital on Saturday because she had 6 gallstones blocking up her bile duct, so that's where I was when I wasn't at work for the past couple of days.
This morning my dad called and says that he found my grandma on the floor when he woke up; he thinks she had a stroke.
Wow. Things could always be worse, right?
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