Sunday, April 10, 2005
amalgamation of thoughts
i started getting a sore throat saturday night. i hate it when i feel it coming on, cuz there's little to nothing i can do to stop it. except (as kelly so astutely pointed out) to drink orange juice, which i know, and have done before. the thing is i didn't have any in the fridge and i live in argentina: the land where NOTHING is open on sundays. i once walked down the middle of corrientes (a main boulevard in buenos aires) at noon on a sunday, and there was not a car, nor a human being to be seen or heard. i probably coulda taken a siesta in the middle of the street without worrying about getting run over (which definitely woulda happened if there were cars since pedestrians have the value of all those mangy dogs roaming the streets of la plata in the eyes of drivers down here). but i digress....
so i felt this sore throat coming around 8 or so last night, and began to dread going to sleep and waking up in the morning with it being even worse (which is what happened). i've been trying all the suggested remedies, such as hot tea with honey & lemon (ash), gargling listerine (meeker), and gargling salt water (kelly, my mom, everyone else on the face of this planet, and my girl reb, who actually likes it "the saltier the better." ugh). last night i was gargling salt water, and as i [naturally] stared at the ceiling, i could see steam rising from my mouth, the water was so hot. don't know how good that was for my throat, but it was pretty cool/random. the throat is no better than last night/this morning (still raw & swollen), but it's not any worse either, so i suppose all those things succeeded in stemming the germ tide. hopefully oj can be the knockout punch tomorrow morning. first thing i do on the way back from gym will be to toss back a liter (everything here is metric, which has made for some adventures in excess @ the deli).
i also had another law school dream last week. this time i was arriving to the states from some international flight with a bunch of friends (jay was one of them, and the only reason i can think of to explain him standing out is that he's applying to law school right now), and for some reason the immigration folks made us go through the non-u.s. citizens line, even though we all had our passports with us. so we're going through that line, and i'm arguing with the people (our friendly neighborhood, sharp as a razor customs & tsa friends...i know i feel safe with them on the job) . they say my passport is no good which ticks me off even more since i know it's legit, and eventually we all get "checked out" and thrown into detention cells. so i decided in my dream i'd go to law school and become a 'fight for human rights' lawyer. i just don't know if i can see myself doing the law thing, though popular response seems to think it a decent idea.
man, how 'bout that lineup of johnnie cochran (speaking of law), mitch hedberg (funny guy), paul hester (crowded house, remember don't dream it's over?) & the pope all passing on in the last week and a half? people in france are even complaining (surprise!) about the government lowering flags to half mast for 24 hours in rememberance of the late pontiff. wow...has it really come to this? dood was only one of the most influential men of the past century, and you don't want to pay respects because he believed in God? i forget how far this word has fallen; how hard we're trying to be a godless society. it really is getting to be ridiculous.
sometimes stuff like this gets me down...i feel like i'm fighting a losing battle in trying show people that there reallyis a God, and not only that, He wants you to know Him, and has made that possible through Jesus' death & resurrection. but peoples' hearts are hard, and for whatever reason they don't want to hear it. well, i do know the reason since i was the same way for the first 20 years of my life, but it's banging-your-head-against-the-wall retarded. i know all accounts will be settled by the ulitmate Justice in the end, but it breaks my heart seeing all these lost people running away from God, often when they know they should be running to Him. the word perseverance has never meant so much or been so real as it has become over this past year & a half.
the pope's death was particularly interesting because i currently reside in a country where catholicism runs deep, and, according to the cia, 92% of the population is at least nominally ("if you ask i'll tell you i believe in God, but i don't live my life accordingly") roman catholic, while 20% actually practice (wait, should i really be trusting the source of this information?). what intrigued (there you go lauren) me was that, despite living amongst such an overwhelmingly "catholic" population, i wouldn't have known the pope was dead or even sick if i didn't refresh cnn the way a fiend hits up the pipe (every chance i get).
my moms asked me if the people were here were grieving or something. nope. no one talked about it. there weren't even any bells tolling (and i was ballin up the next manu in the bosque, so i woulda heard 'em). i did hear that el presidente kirchner was gonna declare an official three days of morning, but the repressed cynic in me would proffer that it was more an excuse to take a few days off work than it was to acutally honor jp2. i don't think it ever actually happened though. guess they take that "nominally" thing pretty seriously down here. that'd be a first. ooo....maybe that was a little harsh? ok, they're pretty serious about soccer and beef as well. zing!
symphonic melodies: no doubt ft. bradley nowell (r.i.p., damn drugs!) of sublime- total hate '95
brain eats: wild at heart by john eldredge
i started getting a sore throat saturday night. i hate it when i feel it coming on, cuz there's little to nothing i can do to stop it. except (as kelly so astutely pointed out) to drink orange juice, which i know, and have done before. the thing is i didn't have any in the fridge and i live in argentina: the land where NOTHING is open on sundays. i once walked down the middle of corrientes (a main boulevard in buenos aires) at noon on a sunday, and there was not a car, nor a human being to be seen or heard. i probably coulda taken a siesta in the middle of the street without worrying about getting run over (which definitely woulda happened if there were cars since pedestrians have the value of all those mangy dogs roaming the streets of la plata in the eyes of drivers down here). but i digress....
so i felt this sore throat coming around 8 or so last night, and began to dread going to sleep and waking up in the morning with it being even worse (which is what happened). i've been trying all the suggested remedies, such as hot tea with honey & lemon (ash), gargling listerine (meeker), and gargling salt water (kelly, my mom, everyone else on the face of this planet, and my girl reb, who actually likes it "the saltier the better." ugh). last night i was gargling salt water, and as i [naturally] stared at the ceiling, i could see steam rising from my mouth, the water was so hot. don't know how good that was for my throat, but it was pretty cool/random. the throat is no better than last night/this morning (still raw & swollen), but it's not any worse either, so i suppose all those things succeeded in stemming the germ tide. hopefully oj can be the knockout punch tomorrow morning. first thing i do on the way back from gym will be to toss back a liter (everything here is metric, which has made for some adventures in excess @ the deli).
i also had another law school dream last week. this time i was arriving to the states from some international flight with a bunch of friends (jay was one of them, and the only reason i can think of to explain him standing out is that he's applying to law school right now), and for some reason the immigration folks made us go through the non-u.s. citizens line, even though we all had our passports with us. so we're going through that line, and i'm arguing with the people (our friendly neighborhood, sharp as a razor customs & tsa friends...i know i feel safe with them on the job) . they say my passport is no good which ticks me off even more since i know it's legit, and eventually we all get "checked out" and thrown into detention cells. so i decided in my dream i'd go to law school and become a 'fight for human rights' lawyer. i just don't know if i can see myself doing the law thing, though popular response seems to think it a decent idea.
man, how 'bout that lineup of johnnie cochran (speaking of law), mitch hedberg (funny guy), paul hester (crowded house, remember don't dream it's over?) & the pope all passing on in the last week and a half? people in france are even complaining (surprise!) about the government lowering flags to half mast for 24 hours in rememberance of the late pontiff. wow...has it really come to this? dood was only one of the most influential men of the past century, and you don't want to pay respects because he believed in God? i forget how far this word has fallen; how hard we're trying to be a godless society. it really is getting to be ridiculous.
sometimes stuff like this gets me down...i feel like i'm fighting a losing battle in trying show people that there reallyis a God, and not only that, He wants you to know Him, and has made that possible through Jesus' death & resurrection. but peoples' hearts are hard, and for whatever reason they don't want to hear it. well, i do know the reason since i was the same way for the first 20 years of my life, but it's banging-your-head-against-the-wall retarded. i know all accounts will be settled by the ulitmate Justice in the end, but it breaks my heart seeing all these lost people running away from God, often when they know they should be running to Him. the word perseverance has never meant so much or been so real as it has become over this past year & a half.
the pope's death was particularly interesting because i currently reside in a country where catholicism runs deep, and, according to the cia, 92% of the population is at least nominally ("if you ask i'll tell you i believe in God, but i don't live my life accordingly") roman catholic, while 20% actually practice (wait, should i really be trusting the source of this information?). what intrigued (there you go lauren) me was that, despite living amongst such an overwhelmingly "catholic" population, i wouldn't have known the pope was dead or even sick if i didn't refresh cnn the way a fiend hits up the pipe (every chance i get).
my moms asked me if the people were here were grieving or something. nope. no one talked about it. there weren't even any bells tolling (and i was ballin up the next manu in the bosque, so i woulda heard 'em). i did hear that el presidente kirchner was gonna declare an official three days of morning, but the repressed cynic in me would proffer that it was more an excuse to take a few days off work than it was to acutally honor jp2. i don't think it ever actually happened though. guess they take that "nominally" thing pretty seriously down here. that'd be a first. ooo....maybe that was a little harsh? ok, they're pretty serious about soccer and beef as well. zing!
symphonic melodies: no doubt ft. bradley nowell (r.i.p., damn drugs!) of sublime- total hate '95
brain eats: wild at heart by john eldredge
