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In case I'm not already pumped enough about CONvergence...

some panels I want to check out:

- Star Trek: An Episode Presented in Mime

- Star Wars: When Did Your Fandom Die?

- Chicks Dig Time Lords

(I'm amazed there's actually going to be a panel called "Star Wars: When Did Your Fandom Die?"! I'm not the only one out there! I remember being so obsessed with it, and then so NOT, and turns out it's not that uncommon :))

a magnificent celestial being
 I am currently reading this book that Vickie found at the book fair about the third secret of Fatima.  It's talking about Marian apparitions, and this part about Our Lady of Guadalupe fascinated me.  I mean, an vision, a painting, some roses, they brought about political change, stopped a genocide, and converted a nation.  It just fascinates me!

I typed up the story, so you should read it, too!  Read it as a history lesson, as a lesson in sociology, as a spiritual lift, or if you have any sort of interest in Mexico, "Indians" (native Mexicans, such as Aztecs), science, miracles, etc. etc. etc. :)

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At the time the conquered Mexican Indians were not even considered fully human by the Spainards.  It was no sin to enslave them, no crime to murder them.  Their ancient culture had been swept aside over the course of a brief conquest, and they were being slaughtered by their conquerors and decimated by disease.  The native people of Mexico were headed for extinction.
An Aztec, Juan Diego, was one of the few Indians who had converted to Catholicism.  He and his wife had been baptized at the Church of Santiago. [...]  In the early morning hours of December 9 he had left mass and was passing Tepeyac hill on his way to a class run by Franciscans.  As he went around the hill, he heard singing.  He stopped.  This hill was a sacred Aztec site, which he would certainly have known.  In fact, it was sacred to the rain goddess, one of the most important of all deities in this dry country.  He next heard a voice, and ran up the hill.  There he confronted the apparition of a magnificant celestial being, a woman clothed in light.  What appeared to him to be a Catholic saint stood on a site sacred to a goddess frm the older culture, thus forming a bridge between the two worlds that were at that time in profound conflict.  Powerful economic forces in New Spain preferred to view the Indians as subhuman so that they could be used and controlled more easily.  The Church, to some degree, stood against this, but not even all churchmen were in agreement that the Indians deserved the treatment due human beings.
Juan Diego reported that the woman described herself to him as the Mother of God and asked that a temple be built on the site.  He was told to go to the bishop and repeat this request.
It was important that the bishop was a Franciscan, because this order was resisting attempts to enslave the Indians.  However, the bishop did not believe Juan Diego's peculiar story.  At this time apparitions of the Virgin were extremely uncommon, and far from being a part of the culture of Catholicism that they have since become.
As he had been asked, he returned to the hill, where the apparition was patiently waiting for news about her request.  He was told to go back to the bishop and ask again.  The bishop, hearing the story a second time, was moved by Juan Diego's passion and determination.  However, he had no history to guide him, and no concept of how to react to the very notion that the Virgin might actually appear to people and attempt to communicate with them.  He asked for a sign from her, and also sent people to follow Juan Diego.
When Diego seemed to his followers to elude them, they returned to the bishop and suggested that he was lying.  Later, he went to the top of the hill where the Lady had appeared and was mystified to find that it was now covered in flowers.  She told him to pick the flowers and take them to the bishop.
He did so, only to find that the residence was now guarded.  The servants who had lost him now came out and began to accuse him of lying.  When they realized that he was carrying something in his tilma, they demanded to see what it was.  He tried to hide its contents from them, but finally let them glimpse the roses.  Such flowers did not bloom in December, so they told the bishop that Juan Diego did indeed have a sign from the Lady and the bishop received him.  When Juan Diego opened the tilma, everybody was shocked to see a painting of the Lady slowly materialize on the roughly woven cloth.
This was taken as a powerful sign, and the Virgin of Guadalupe became the patron saint of Mexico.  Because the sign had been given to an Indian, the forces that wanted to enslave them lost their political strength, and the Spainards were compelled by the Church to recognize them as human beings.  While their treatment improved slowly, their basic human rights were grudgingly recognized by their conquerors.  At the same time, the message of the Lady changed the attitude of the Indians toward Christianity.  Because they saw her as their rescuer and a powerful miracle worker, their previous hostility was transformed, and thousands of them began converting.  Over the course of the next decade millions of Indians--in fact, almost the entire native population of Mexico--converted.
For the past 450 years, as reverence for the Virgin of Guadalupe and the memories of the old gods combined to create a uniquely Mexican Catholicism, many dozens of skeptics have stepped forward and made efforts to prove that the painting on the tilma has an ordinary origin.  This garment is made of cactus cloth, woven of strands pulled from the stringy body of certain varieties of cactus and made into a rough thread.  The tilma remains intact after 450 years, despite its being made of this fragile organic substance.  Infrared photography, ultraviolet photography, and computer-enhanced black-and-white photography have been used to study the painting.
What has been determined is that there is no undersketch--that is to say, the painting was made on the unmarked cloth.  The artist did not first prepare his work area by sketching an outline on it of what he would paint.  Had it been made by a human artist, an undersketch would have almost certainly been present, as it is true of almost all other works of similar complexity and artistry.  In addition, while the portrait does appear to be painted, it has not been possible to determine which pigments and dyes were used.  In addition to the strange state of preservation of the unsized cactus cloth, the paints themselves have not cracked or faded in 450 years.  For the first 250 years of its life the painting was kept in an open frame, unprotected from candle smoke, incense, and human touch.  In tests done on the tilma it has been determined that it was in no way prepared to receive the paint.  Nevertheless, the paint lies only upon the surface of the cloth.  There is no seepage through to the back.
The apparition at Guadalupe was spectacularly powerful, with a few bold strokes completely redefining a whole culture and forever altering the nature of human relationships within it.

Joseph's coat annoyed his brothers
Jake sent me this e-mail that I found particularly interesting, mostly because I enjoy the overall message :)  I think it's from a blog, but he didn't specify which...mayhaps I shall inquire about it and do one of those [Edit] edits when I learn.

You know those boring genealogies in Genesis? It turns out they aren't boring when you know how they are being used by the author. The genealogies are a sort of zoom lens or focusing device that directs the reader so that he knows where the story is going. They point us first to the line of Adam that leads to Noah, then to the line that leads to Shem, and finally from Shem to Abram. Especially interesting is this: out of all the heirs of the covenant promises in the Old Testament, only one firstborn son is ever the recipient: Shem. (A major theme of the Old Testament, again and again, is that mere natural primogeniture is insufficient since it is the grace of God, not mere nature, that is at work in the progress of the covenant. So Isaac is chosen over Ishmael, Jacob over Esau, Joseph over his brothers, Moses over Aaron, David over his older brothers.)

Interestingly, in the genealogy after Noah, Shem is placed last, even though he is firstborn. That's because the genealogy will follow his line, so that we can next zoom in on Abram, the son of Shem and begin the story of the covenant with Abram and Israel that will be the story of the Old Testament.

Another major theme of Genesis (and Exodus) is that of the Name. "Shem" in fact, *means* "Name". And when we come to the story of Babel we find that it is the sons of Ham (who has already earned a curse in the story of Noah and lost the covenant blessing) who are now living "in the East". Why does this matter? Because in Genesis "east" is always associated with alienation from God. After the fall, we see cursed humanity living "east of Eden". So the sons of Ham are shown acting in envy of "Shem" and they express their envy how? "Let us make a *Name* for ourselves" by building this Tower. The sacred writer is mocking the ziggarats of Mesopotamia as expressions of human pride trying to break into heaven by technological power. God has to "go down" to see what the puny humans are doing because the tower is so microscopic. The point, once again, is that no human effort can put God in our debt.


ridin' durrty

I don't know why this is so much fun, but it is!


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For Jenna, for craft nightCollapse )

This is as big as lj will let it be >:(
The original ink for the second one (it's bigger)

I'll just write some love to you
 On Fridays, Rue 13 does an 80s night.  Tonight their theme is a tribute to David Bowie, and I WANT TO GO SO BAD.  I've wanted to go ever since I stumbled across the flyer by chance on a streetlight off Delmar while walking with Vickie and Jenna.  And SO MANY PEOPLE seemed so interested when I told them about it.  Jake was going to wear makeup.  Haley was going to come in town for it.  Beth was talking about doing the guys' hair up like Bowie.

But now, Jake is sick.  Vickie is exhausted.  Jenna is in Iowa.  Haley has to stay in Effingham and help her aunt with something.  Kel backed out, and Jen had plans to hang out with Kel so she probably will stay in with him.  Beth isn't getting back to me, but I imagine if Jake and Haley aren't coming, she won't either.  So I've been contacting other people...
Matthew is leaving for the Lake tonight.
Steph's babysitting.
I even asked Erin Higgs and Jason Burke, but they are both helping with a GAC thing.

I'm talking with Ryan via texts right now, but nothing definitive.  I imagine if he wanted to go he'd have agreed right away; instead, he's all, "What makes you want to go to a club, anyway?  It seems very un-Jackie-ish of you."

Because...because...BECAUSE IT'S DAVID EFFING BOWIE!!!

That's why.

If I have to stay in, I'll be okay.  I've put forth enough effort by now that I know without a doubt I tried my darnedest and there was nothing more I could do.  But if I could go...well, that'd be swell.

I'd be totally up for going by myself, but I know what's going to happen.  I'll suggest it to the 'rents, then they'll give me a hard time about driving into the city by myself, and the hard time will continue until I give in and agree to not drive into the city by myself.
It would be rather stupid of me to do, anyway.  I mean, driving downtown, to a place I've never been, 10:00 at night, by myself, to a place where I won't even be meeting anyone I know.  Just a skinny girl taking on the city streets and bar scene by herself.  Nah, not very smart.  I don't feel like getting mugged right now.

I'm holding out hope that Ryan will be intrigued enough by my un-Jackie-ish attitude to accompany me as I honor the Great One.

Either way...well, I tried.

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Things I want.


And this:

And I don't want this, but it makes me laugh ^_^




The other night, Jake and I were talking about the 5 love languages.
As a refresher, the 5 love languages are:
1. Physical Touch
2. Words of Affirmation
3. Acts of Service
4. Quality Time
5. Gifts

I had always said my top two were Acts of Service and Quality Time, but when we were talking about it the other night, I started questioning this. I did come to that conclusion 2 years ago, and things change, so perhaps my love language has changed, too?

I felt the need to question my own love language because I seemed to be all over the place when Jake was asking me questions. For example, Jake's parents showed love by Touch and Words of Affirmation; he feels most appreciated by me with Touch; his top two are Touch and Words. It's all very clean-cut for him :)

Me, however: mom showed her love with Gifts, dad with Quality Time, and I feel most appreciated by Jake with his Words...and then I say my number one is Acts? It doesn't seem like I should be so...everywhere with it.

I know Touch is not my #1. I really really enjoy Touch, but I always think back to GAC people who were SO touchy-feely, but had no deeper investment in me. It showed me that physical touch can give you the illusion of intimacy without the actual intimacy. Often we don't want to work on the intimacy, so we'll opt for the illusion (an example is people jumping into bed with someone else--they want to be intimate with someone, even if it is just for a few hours). So while I enjoy touch, especially from Jake, I can't say it's my #1 love language because I feel like anyone can hug me, pet me, squeeze my hand, and while it's nice, it doesn't imply to me love. You can blame GAC for that.

One of my favorite memories with Jake thus far is when we walked down to Imo's to pick up a pizza. It's mundane, but I loved walking in the beautiful weather with the promise of yummy pizza on the horizon :) This causes me to think perhaps my preferred love language is Quality Time. Which would make sense, since it's how my dad showed his love, and I'm sure there's got to be some ways the parent of the opposite gender affects your romantic relationships, for better or worse.

Words of Affirmation never meant too much to me until I started dating Jake. Perhaps it just needs to be the RIGHT words (and Jake is good for those :)).

So perhaps...perhaps my top 2 are Quality Time and Words of Affirmation. Next would be Acts of Service...and I would lump Touch and Gifts together as things that I really enjoy but don't always indicate love.

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Jake found this excerpt on the forums of bustedhalo.com.

(Sidenote: bustedhalo.com is pretty awesome; today they have a featured article called, "What the hell is Purgatory?", and they don't shy away from the controversial stuff.)

Pope John Paul II, in his message to the Pontifical Academy of Sciences (October 22, 1996), observed that "we will all be able to profit from the fruitfulness of a trustful dialogue between the Church and
science." John Paul took as his starting point the principle voiced by his predecessor, Pope Leo XIII, that "truth cannot contradict truth." John Paul II recalled the encyclical of another predecessor, Pope Pius XII (Humani generis, 1950) that scientific theories of evolution do not contradict Catholic teaching providing they allow for the spiritual dimension of the human person.

John Paul observed that since Pius XII’s encyclical "fresh knowledge that led to the recognition that evolution is more than a hypothesis." He voiced no difficulty with this. John Paul saw science as providing important truths about the physical and biological origins of the human race, but advised that "science cannot observe the development of the spiritual, the human capacity for self-awareness and self-reflection, moral conscience, freedom and religious experience." These are the subjects for theology and philosophy.

I'm not all that familiar with the whatever controversy evolution is faced with, but I like this approach to it, because it seems like atheists/agnostics take Darwin and turn him into a demigod, and Christians get on the defense and say he's completely wrong, no matter what.  The above excerpt is much better of dialogue on the matter.

speaking words of wisdom


I don't know if I consider it beautiful or good, but I strive for it because I think embracing simplicity allows me to experience life in a purer form. That is, not allowing my life to be clouded by society, changing times, bad people, the sort of thing the has not yet clouded the judgment of little children. Simplistic.

Because of this, I can be seen as naive or childish or idealistic, and that's okay. In a sense, it's kind of my goal to be naive, childish, and idealistic.

I've had bad experiences with people, but I refuse to believe people are beyond redemption. This could be considered naive to human nature.

I get excited easily, concerned easily, and forgive [sometimes] easily. This could be seen as childish behavior, because only children are allowed to get really excited about stuff.

And idealistic...well, I guess it goes back to believing no one is beyond redemption.

Anyway, I'm bringing this up now because my dad said something very simple to me that spoke volumes to me. I e-mailed him, talking about something, and asked, "So...I shouldn't worry myself too much about it?" He replied,

"That's right - all you can do is try to live right, pray for the others, and let God do the rest."

I thought that was very profound. Perhaps so profound because it was so simple. It's easy to be profound with big words, but something that can speak to a little kid and the greatest scholar...now that's profound.

Thanks, dad.

(That was a general thanks; he doesn't actually read my lj ;))


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