May 12, 2006
ok, I'm a cheese
I took the quiz.
"Heifer, your belief system is best suited to religions that value salvation from sin
How do we know? While you were taking this test, we compared your religious beliefs against 10 of the world's most common religions. Your score shows that you share core beliefs with religions that offer to deliver you from sin or save you from evil.
Some religions assert that all people are born with original sin and must seek salvation. They also maintain that a savior has come to save humankind and that you can find salvation by accepting this as the truth. You are attracted to spiritual groups that believe salvation is possible and encourage you along that path"
Glad that's what I got! Geez, what if I hadn't? Do these things come with a return receipt?
Posted by Heather at 05:58 PM | Comments (1)
You've got to be kidding me...
I know I've been crappy blogger, and this still doesn't count as a proper post, but I find this a little silly and also unsettling....
"Which religion is right for you? Find the faith that fits."
Personally, I'd rather just read a Consumer Report to make my choice...
Posted by Heather at 05:46 PM | Comments (0)
May 02, 2006
worthwhile part I
This is the thing about blogs. I feel as though if I'm going to write something for the public to read, if I'm going to use up even a small corner of cyberspace to prop up my lemonade stand, I ought to write something "worthwhile." It's intimidating. I feel like I should write something profound and deep and something that sends a shudder down one's spine and at the same time touches somewhere distant and dormant but somehow familiar deep in my reader's soul. Clearly, I am taking this far too seriously. I am also flagrantly assuming I have a reader.
I remember in college (ohsolongagoImeanlastyear) I thought I was so insightful because I knew that the things that really matter to people, that get them up or down, have less to do with what's going on around them and more to do with what's going on in them. I didn't ask questions about how classes were so much as I asked questions about one's internal life or how one was doing with the fact that one's relationship with one's demanding mother had driven one to an idolatrous perfectionism. And that's all well and good. It is so important to appropriately value the fact that we are made to be deep, made to feel deeply, made to long and hurt and experience peace on a level far beyond how one's classes are going. And we must talk about those things because they are who we are. They are worth our while.
But the thing is, those other things, those "circumstances" that we self-perceived "deep" types are so quick to slough off as unimportant epithelials are still part of us. They may only be skin deep but my skin is as much a part of the way my whole body works as my liver. And I sure spend more time looking at my skin than I do my liver. The truth is, yet this morning I have spent far more time thinking about traffic lights, are you supposed to take a number at the bakery if there's only one other person there or can you forego that and still avoid the dirty look, was that rude not to drop the change from my coffee at meshuggah into the tip jar since it was on the other side of that person, will i look like a dork if i wear my shirt that has my company logo on it since it's the only clean, ironed one i can find that'll match the only clean, non-iron-needing pants i can find since i moved into the loop area this weekend, gosh that lady on the phone was rude and psycho, visualizing my head exploding like the aliens in mars attacks from too much muzack, and this blog. I may get around to some deep thoughts later in the day, but so far this has been my life this morning, and it has been worth my while.
So what's my point? I don't know if I have one. Maybe simply to relieve myself of the pressure to write about "spiritual" or "internal" things as if they were somehow more my reality than or even a separate reality from traffic lights and coffee. I officially give myself permission to write about the fact that I got a haircut a few months ago in which the lady tried to thin my hair because there's so dang much of it and ended up bringing the shaver too close to my head and shaved off chunks here and there, which have now grown into three and a half inch sprouts comin' out my head that need to be slicked down or tucked under to avoid the alfalfa look. Worth your while, I don't know, but it makes me laugh.
Posted by Heather at 01:00 PM | Comments (2)
May 01, 2006
It's a girl!
Well, it's official... I've birthed a blog. However, please understand that there have been some complications and so it's still in the incubator. This is my meaning: I'm too lazy to make it cool yet. Please be patient with my lack of concern about this. I think the muzack in my office is slowly eroding any semblance of creativity salvaged between solitaire marathons. But don't you worry your pretty little respective heads, I'll figure this out soon enough and become a full participant in my generation and the 21st century.
Am I "cool" now guys?
Posted by Heather at 03:40 PM | Comments (2)