Don't Play With Fire, Unless You Can Handle Getting Burned

Posted by: hitokiriyuki at August 31, 2005 19:29 | link | comments

Well this weekend has had its ups and downs, on the one hand I had to take CAssie back to school, which is lame.  I miss her already, but I klnow she'll have fun down there, so I try not to let it get me too down.  On the other hand I've had several parties, which have kept me pretty freakin' busy, and as such, I haven't really had any time to sulk, which I suppose is good.  It's time to go out and get school supplies, YAY!!!

Posted by: hitokiriyuki at August 28, 2005 12:23 | link | comments

Hmmmm....  It's been a tiring summer.  I think I'm gonna enjoy the grind of school????  Who the hell am I kidding................

Posted by: hitokiriyuki at August 26, 2005 01:19 | link | comments

Soooo, this week I'm trying to relax a little bit before jumping back into the school grind.  This should prove to be a pretty hard semester, so hopefully I'll do okay.  Other than that, we leave for the beach tomorrow, for a little well deserved R&R.  And on that note I'm going to grab breakfast. Later

Posted by: hitokiriyuki at August 23, 2005 08:27 | link | comments

Hmmm...

something doesn't feel right............

Posted by: hitokiriyuki at August 17, 2005 21:28 | link | comments (1)

Man, these posts seem to be getting less and less freuqent nowadays...  Sigh....  I never seem to have the time to do all of the things I want ot get done anymore.  It's lame.  On the other hand, this should be a good week, for one, I only have to work 4 days, and then I'm taking off of work until school starts, which is fine by me.  After that it's the beach trip, whic hwill also be fun, YAY BEACH!!!!  However, in the physical department my life has been sorta lame.  I seem to always be sore, which is lame...  I don't like it, but I don't really know what I can do about it, other than try to get through it.  Anyways, I hope that the next few weeks turns out to be some good fun, and as for now, I had to wake up early today so I'm  getting my ass in bed.  Later Y'all

Posted by: hitokiriyuki at August 13, 2005 22:23 | link | comments
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Posted by: hitokiriyuki at August 10, 2005 20:11 | link | comments (1)

OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Posted by: hitokiriyuki at August 10, 2005 05:11 | link | comments

So, I had a few beers, and was thinking... (Uh Oh, here we go again)

What if what the great dark ages philosopher Boethius was right?

Thoughts Follow:

             If someone knows that something is going to happen, thet it must be true that it is going to happen because you can’t know something that is false.  You can’t know that 1 + 1 equals thre for example, because 1 + 1 does not equal 3.  But if it’s true that something is going to happen, then it cannot possibly not happen.  So, if it must happen, if it’s unavoidable, then no one is free to prevent it from happening.  The price of omniscience is therefore freedom.

             Although Boethius thought that the apparent conflict could be avoied if god existed outside of time, the great protestant reformer, and founder of the presybeterian church, John Calvin thought that it was precisely because god existed outside of time that no one can change their destiny.  He writes:

         “when we attribute foreknowledge to God, we mean that all thing have ever been, and perpetually remain,
          before    His eyes, so that to His knowledge nothing is future or past, but all things are present”

             While some may object, that just because God knows what choices ypou will make, he doesn’t make those choices for you.  That may well be true, but it’s completely irrelevant to the whole argument because you are only free to do something if you may also refrain from doing it in the first place,.  If your doing something is inevitable, which it must be in the existence of an omniscient being, then your doing it must not be a free act.

             I think that a better argument for the presence of God may be the following.  To be omnipotent is not to be able to do anything at all, but rater to be able to do anything that it is possible to do.  As Thomas Aquinas put it, “Whatever implies contradiction does not come with the scope of divine omnipotence because it cannot have the aspect of possibility.  Hence it is better to say that such things cannot be done, rather than that God cannot do them.”  For example God cannot make a round square because such a thing is logicall impossible>  nothing can be both round and not round at the same time.  But that does not impugn His omnipotence because an omnipotent being can only be expected to do what is logically possible.

             Similar considerations must therefore apply to the nothion of omniscience.  An omniscient being is not one who knows everything, but rather one who knows everything that it’s logically possible to know.

             Knowing the future has an air of paradox because it seems to violate the principle that an effect cannot preced its cause.  We can see something only after it has happened, future events however, have not yet happened, sop seeing a future event seems to imply both that it has and has not yet come to pass.

            There are other ways to know the future than to see it, however.  Suppose you drop a glass of liquid.  You know, before it hits the ground, that it will spill.  Your foreknowledge is not the result of any psychic power, but rather of your knowledge of natural laws.  You know that whenever an object is released close to the earth’s surface it will fall to the ground.  Because natural objects follow natural laws, foreknowledgfe must exist in some limited capacity.  This reinforces the concept of only logical foreknowledge being within the realm of possibility.

 I’m done for the night 
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Nevermind I lie, and after all of that toughtful commentary, all i have to ask is one question.  What's the point of boidy hair, I mean seriously we all have indoor heating don't we?  Seriously, we need to figure out a cure for this.  Especially those nasty people with back hair, or just really nast hari in general.  Seriously.

Okay now I'm done

Posted by: hitokiriyuki at August 09, 2005 18:29 | link | comments
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Man, I'm tired today...  I've got that feeling of just being overworked in general.  I wish I had more time to just relax and have fun.  I need to take a vacation

Posted by: hitokiriyuki at August 08, 2005 08:45 | link | comments (1)

The Return of Quote of the Day

Posted by: hitokiriyuki at August 03, 2005 18:20 | link | comments

Some people are just retarded, I just don't get it.  They always think that "the man" is out to get them, it makes absolutely no sense........  (end of political rant, for now)

Posted by: hitokiriyuki at August 03, 2005 05:15 | link | comments

It's not working, you know.  He thinks this as they lie on the couch, stretched out and bunched together because the space is just enough if they pretend to be one person instead of two.  We're just falling into this faster than we expected -- honestly, I don't see how things can one-eighty and go back to normal.  He passes the tips of his fingers over her hair, the thin threads catching between the spaces the way she slips her arms around his torso from behind, laughing in his ear.

I do want to be friends.  The air passes in and out of her so thinly he blinks and wonders if she's still breathing.  Her leg moves and twines with his, she always does this with her own pillows.  I do want us to compete over N64 on Sundays, your fingers practically killing my controller because you hate losing just to prove you can win once in awhile.  He moves to kiss her forehead, but decides against it, he doesn't want to wake her just yet.  And if she's just pretending to sleep, at least he can pretend that he knows and she won't be sure.  

She smells like forget-me-nots -- he knows the scent because he was the one who poured the powder down her back.  That got him playfully punched on the stomach.  And then kissed afterwards, her smile between their mouths, her eyes half-mast but brilliant.

I'd let you win, you know.  His fingers brush her bare shoulder.  She hates wearing sleeveless because she thinks it doesn't suit her, but the off-shoulder blouses do, he likes the cotton ones best because it makes her touchable and he can pick her up anytime he wants to.  To convince her that the nine inches between them matter.  I'd let you win because you do that little dance when you do, and you stick your tongue out at me because you love it when you rock at something or another.

Or maybe it's because you haven't won anything since the old Mario Brothers.

He feels her left fingers twitch a little at his side, that arm is draped over his waist, her bracelet the cord he loves wearing around his neck.  She always does that, takes his trinkets just to make him laugh.  He'll grin and call her a pest, because he knows she likes to try his patience, just to see if he'll get fed up with her and leave.  That's really stupid, you know, luv.  He shifts, worrying a little that her hand won't have any feeling when she wakes up.  Her right arm is there, beneath his back, not really bothersome, but something he can't really forget.  Like her, when he's gone away for awhile.  Leaving's stupid sometimes.

He remembers her singing Sarah MacLachlan's Do What You Have To Do, the way she always sings it while she's washing dishes and she thinks no one's listening.  The way she she sits on his lap when she knows he's bored with the tv.  The way she turns away from him because she doesn't like him seeing her cry, but wants him to hold her anyway.

It's no use.  Not working.  He feels like the papers she stuffs carelessly in her bag when she's rushing because she only has fifteen minutes when she needed thirty.  He feels torn and frayed and ripped unintentionally.  Like the night before he has to leave and she won't talk to him because she doesn't want him to go.  Or when she does and he knows she's just blocking out the words because she'll be the one to drive him and see him off.

They haven't said 'I love you'.  The words scare them both.  Him, because he knows he'll mean it.  Her, because she means it for him, but she's afraid she's still partly inlove with someone else.  They don't say it because she's afraid of looking over his shoulder when all she wants is to see him.  They don't say it because he understands that she needs to be completely sure and he wants to stick around to influence her to choose him.

She murmurs his name and turns her face into his shoulder, he knows she's awake.  He can feel her waiting, and he imagines her lashes slightly bent out of shape against his shirt because she's wondering if he's awake.  She won't look at him.  He knows she doesn't like being caught with sentiment and sleep hanging like cobwebs over her eyes.

He smiles and turns on his side so they face each other, his arm around her waist, supporting her because the couch can fit one person but not two.  The back of her right hand touches his right cheek.  She's feeling pins-and-needles because of the way her fingers look slightly inflated and pinkish, trembling because the blood is rushing back and making it cold.

In about three seconds she will turn around, her back touching his chest, his face resting on the nook between her shoulder and her head, and they will both look at nothing at all.  Her eyes, he knows, will glance off to the right, as if to look at him.  His eyes, will focus on the side of her face.  They will be framed by the tv screen until one of them decides to speak.

Posted by: hitokiriyuki at August 02, 2005 09:04 | link | comments
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I'm feeling flat, I need to take a vacation, and I miss hanging out with my friends...  Noone really calls me anymore, which I guess I understand, even though, I still wish I could have mroe time to spend and hang out with them, other than that, work has really been kickin my ass, as it has kept me on the reigmen of waking up really really early in the morning, whichi is most lame.   I need a bunch of beer and video game time with mis amigos, however, I doubt that will actually work out............................

Posted by: hitokiriyuki at August 01, 2005 17:07 | link | comments