I got a not-so-subtle hint that some people actually read this blog, and have started to give me a bad rep as the girl that never posts.
My orchestra conductor once advised us to never discuss any of three things with people we wanted to stay friends with: money, politics, and religion. I think I failed hugely on all counts, though I didn't start trespassing on the last one until recently. I admit, I've been strangely yuppie lately and researching Eastern religions, but like all nuts with a cause, I've got this somewhat figured out. My biggest concern was that headlines have always and still deal with those three unspeakable things, and religion inevitably becomes the most contentious and awkwardly-reported of the them -- especially here, and now. Don't wait up for me to rant about Arnold in California, same-sex marriage or the 77-cent dollar -- I have Doonesbury to do that for me, and I spend enough breath on it usually anyway -- but I will note that the way religion is reported on is understandably focused within the context of Islam, Judaism and Christianity. The three largest religions in the world are still Christianity, Islam, and Hinduism; what happened to the Buddhists? Seems that they don't get much say unless they're Tibetian or Richard Gere -- that, or they don't have much to say on the matter, which seems pretty clever in retrospect. Opening one's mouth at any point in time only provides an opportunity to later look back with a wry smile (or grimace).
Professor Boccassini postponed my essay deadline one week, so I used it to balance out the spiritual side of my wellness. You can't hang out in the Wellness Centre for 8 hours a week and not absorb some of the stuff they try to teach there; I swear, I dream with a soundtrack of acid jazz and loft music now. The result? Even more stuff for me to read, periodic stretching to get these joints of mine to behave, the ability to take deeper breaths and a social experiment that involves me going lacto-vegetarian and seeing how long it takes for Dan to crack and dump me for a beef-loving Alberta gal. Let's face it, that beef quesidilla I had tonight didn't measure up against lentils.
My orchestra conductor once advised us to never discuss any of three things with people we wanted to stay friends with: money, politics, and religion. I think I failed hugely on all counts, though I didn't start trespassing on the last one until recently. I admit, I've been strangely yuppie lately and researching Eastern religions, but like all nuts with a cause, I've got this somewhat figured out. My biggest concern was that headlines have always and still deal with those three unspeakable things, and religion inevitably becomes the most contentious and awkwardly-reported of the them -- especially here, and now. Don't wait up for me to rant about Arnold in California, same-sex marriage or the 77-cent dollar -- I have Doonesbury to do that for me, and I spend enough breath on it usually anyway -- but I will note that the way religion is reported on is understandably focused within the context of Islam, Judaism and Christianity. The three largest religions in the world are still Christianity, Islam, and Hinduism; what happened to the Buddhists? Seems that they don't get much say unless they're Tibetian or Richard Gere -- that, or they don't have much to say on the matter, which seems pretty clever in retrospect. Opening one's mouth at any point in time only provides an opportunity to later look back with a wry smile (or grimace).
Professor Boccassini postponed my essay deadline one week, so I used it to balance out the spiritual side of my wellness. You can't hang out in the Wellness Centre for 8 hours a week and not absorb some of the stuff they try to teach there; I swear, I dream with a soundtrack of acid jazz and loft music now. The result? Even more stuff for me to read, periodic stretching to get these joints of mine to behave, the ability to take deeper breaths and a social experiment that involves me going lacto-vegetarian and seeing how long it takes for Dan to crack and dump me for a beef-loving Alberta gal. Let's face it, that beef quesidilla I had tonight didn't measure up against lentils.
