5.20.2003

oh.
on lighter news.
we moved two blocks south.
room kinda smells of dog ass.
the chix bought some of them de-odorizers.
i put one in my room.
had a glass of water sitting in here.
went to get a drink after a few hrs,
and it tasted like green (whatever smell that is).
anyway. i kept it in my room and today i come home to feed my fish,
as usual.
but i look in, and the snail is trying to crest out of the water but it has this film over it.
fucking smelly thing!
trying to kill my fish and snail.
so i dumped out about half the water and refilled it with fresh water.
hopefully that was enough, cuz i ran out for now.
dan can have the smelly thing in his room ;)
i think he needs it. and its not cuz he smells or anything.
its all the fucking dogass carpets.
heard about this in my death class. the idea that scientists want to throw chimps into the once beloved sole rank of humans in the genus homo. sounds good to me.
another good bash at them creationists.

which brought up the point in class. ok so humans have this thing called a soul. ...what qualifies us and no one else?
but if chimps are now homos (tee hee), then are they qualified?

this is the stupid shit that you have to contemplate when you believe in stuff like this.
somebody has to come up with a way to explain something that needs a whole lotta explanation cuz.. of course theres gotta be one for something you have based your whole belief system on.

so now. maybe other animals have souls.
maybe even those that no one is really particularly fond of. parasites, for example.
how do things in heaven co-exist without the concept of a foodchain?
i'm sure someone has thought about it and given some crazy idea, but i guess its just easier to stick to the idea that only humans are allowed in.
but what about beloved pets? why jesus? why take them from me if they would be the thing that brings me joy? then only the animals that people love go to heaven. but what about those that do good but no one really cares for them. snakes (ground animals) eat other pests, but they get to go to hell just cuz they might hurt people too?

well. all i gotta say to that is.... what about the plants.
no one ever gives a shit about them cuz they have even less of a voice and impression than those dreaded legless lizards.

ok. so maybe everything is just some form of energy, and its constant, so lions dont need to eat sheep and they can happily lie together.
but then why would they need to lie together? no rest required for those who don't expend energy.

goddamn.
have i proved yet that its retarded to waste your time on something thats not even true, but i guess it gives you something to shoot for.

im my opinion, the soul is the mind.
and like i guess descartes though, (therefore he was) the soul ends with the body's end.
sitting in class i hear the arguments and everytime soul was uttered, i'd replace it with brain. and it made sense everytime except when talking about its location.
but the way i see it: people have heart transplants, kidney transplants, liver transplants, etc, and although it might feel strange to them, theyre still roughly the same person.
now. no one (bar maybe mary shelley) talks about brain transplants. this is cuz this is your whole identity. (isnt that how people see their soul?) if you mess with this, you mess with your personality/perspective on the world.
so to me. soul is synonymous with brain/mind.

but whatever. think what you'd like.
i may bash you, but i won't force you to convert to my way of thinking.

5.07.2003

ya know, people are confounded by why the egyptians would put so much effort and time into building the pyramids,
all the while forgetting about those fatty cathedrals that took two to three times longer to build... all for the glory of jeebus.


i don't know why some questions are so hard to answer when those answers are just lingering under your nose, just in a different form.

5.05.2003

cinco de mayo:
to another one of france's shortcomings.
cheers!

5.02.2003

saw something move. looked up.
theres a cat in our house...
still could be.
no way out but the widow in the kitchen.