<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:19:46.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophical Hum Drum</title><subtitle type='html'>An account of my life as it comes to me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-110265213560504614</id><published>2004-12-09T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T22:15:35.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Evil is the terrorist!!!!!</title><content type='html'>ARE THOSE SHARKS WITH FRIGGIN LAZER BEAMS ON THEIR HEADS????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/12/09/terrorist.laser.ap/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/12/09/terrorist.laser.ap/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a break people...what theory is the government going to come up with next to scare us all....where is Austin Powers when you need him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-110265213560504614?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/110265213560504614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=110265213560504614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/110265213560504614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/110265213560504614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/12/dr-evil-is-terrorist.html' title='Dr. Evil is the terrorist!!!!!'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-110038853563056065</id><published>2004-11-13T17:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T17:28:55.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America And to the Republic for which it stands One nation under God Indivisible... It feels so good to be back.. I scrutinize every word, memorize every line I spit it once, refuel and re-energize and rewind I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as I say to fight, you take it as I'mma whip someone's ass If you don't understand, don't even bother to ask A father who has grown up with a fatherless past Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has Or at least shows no difficulty multi-task And in juggling both perhaps mastered his craft Slash entrepreneur who has held onto few more rap acts Who's had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half Of his career typical manure moving past that Mr. kisses ass crack, he's a class act Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back [Chorus:] Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed Carry on, give me hope, give me strength Come with me and I won't steer you wrong Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog To the light at the end of the tunnel We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh Take us right through the doors (c'mon) All the people up top on the side and the middle Come together lets all bomb and swamp just a little Just let it gradually build from the front to the back All you can see is a sea of people some white and some black Don't matter what color, all that matters we gathered together To celebrate for the same cause don't matter the weather If it rains let it rain, yea the wetter the better They ain't gonna stop us they can't, we stronger now more than ever They tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em know Stomp, push, shove, mush, Fuck Bush, until they bring our troops home (c'mon) [Chorus] Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us Mosh pits outside the oval office Someone's tryina tell us something, Maybe this is god just sayin' we're responsible For this monster, this coward, That we have empowered This is Bin Laden, look at his head noddin' How could we allow something like this without pumping our fists Now this is our final hour Let me be the voice in your strength and your choice Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise Try to amplify the times it, and multiply by six... Teen million people, Are equal at this high pitch Maybe we can reach alqueda through my speech Let the president answer a higher anarchy Strap him with an Ak-47, let him go, fight his own war Let him impress daddy that way No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil No more psychological warfare, to trick us to thinking that we ain't loyal If we don't serve our own country, we're patronizing a hero Look in his eyes its all lies The stars and stripes, they've been swiped, washed out and wiped And replaced with his own face, Mosh now or die If I get sniped tonight you know why, Cause I told you to fight. [Chorus] And as we proceed, To Mosh through this desert storm, In these closing statements, if they should argue Let us beg to differ As we set aside our differences And assemble our own army To disarm this Weapon of Mass Destruction That we call our President, for the present And Mosh for the future of our next generation To speak and be heard Mr. President, Mr. Senator Do you guy's hear us...hear us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are words from Eminem's new song, I liked him before this, but this makes me like him even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-110038853563056065?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/110038853563056065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=110038853563056065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/110038853563056065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/110038853563056065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-pledge-allegiance-to-flag-of-united.html' title=''/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-109615807516546113</id><published>2004-09-25T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T19:23:16.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Just a little update here so that you won't think that I am neglecting you ;)....well today I went and drove a few cars, because I am thinking about buying something new...not in the next week or anything but I am at least planning on it sometime. So I thought I would go drive a few...I had a lot of fun...drove some really fancy/sporty cars. However, when I first arrived at the dealership I wanted to sit in a Porsche Boxter well I go to get in the car and catch my right earring on the window of the car and ripped it right out!!!! That's right folks I ripped the earring right out of my ear....let me tell you it was really really fun. So now I have this big bandaid on my ear and I look like a big dork :(.....it didn't hurt as bad as it just made me mad. Anyway just thought I would let you know about my fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-109615807516546113?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/109615807516546113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=109615807516546113' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/109615807516546113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/109615807516546113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/09/ouch.html' title='OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-109535135992118783</id><published>2004-09-16T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T11:15:59.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Post Just For You (and Brazil)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fear Has Unexpectedly Overcome Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this article I want to relay a story that happened to me this morning, and then I will give some analysis of my experience.  About 6:00am this morning in the city in which I live (Oklahoma City, Oklahoma) a very common thing happened.  I was sleeping in my bed when I was awoken by a bright flash of light and a shaking “boom”.  Now I have lived in Oklahoma almost my entire life and have lived with this experience happening very often.  What is this experience you might be asking?  Well, it is simply what is known as a Thunderstorm.  High winds and large amounts of rain, with the occasional lightening strike.  However, this morning something strange happened in my thoughts.  I was sleeping very soundly when this occurred and therefore had no knowledge that a storm was upon my quaint city.  When the lightening struck near my place of residence of course the light that was produced was very bright, and this is what caused me to awaken from my state of slumber.  I was shocked, as I had no idea what was going on outside.  Quickly thereafter a loud rumbling “boom” was heard and the electricity to my residence was lost.  All of this happened very quickly and it did not allow me to think about the possible reasons of the light, “boom” and loss of power.  Immediately in my thoughts, for reasons that I will share, a terrorist attack was all that I could imagine.  Instead of thinking that the light, “boom” and loss of power were from a thunderstorm, I thought my city had again been attacked and bombed by some terrorist organization.  Now this thinking did not take too long to fade because I then heard the rain and the wind and knew that the light and sounds I heard were simply what I had experienced numerous times in the past. &lt;br /&gt;            So why am I writing about as simple of an experience as this?  Why did I initially think that America had again been attacked?  To tell you the truth, I don’t really know.  But let me try and explain why I think I had the reaction that I did.&lt;br /&gt;            In the past three years since the attacks on the World Trade Centers, the American people have been told by the current government that we could again be attacked at any moment, at any place in our great land.  We have been told to be afraid, very afraid of this possibility.  Once a month it seems that the terror warning is raised from some arbitrary color to another, meaning that the possibility for a terrorist attack has again risen, according to our current administration.  Now I will tell you readers that I am not a person that becomes scared when the terror warning goes up, I seem to be a very cynical person when it comes to that.  Up until this morning I had believed that I was one of the few in America that did not heed the useless warnings.  I did not believe that the fear tactics being used today in America had affected me.  I was proven wrong.  They have affected even me, as skeptical as I might be.   This infuriates me.  I cannot believe that the fear tactics have slipped into my conscience without me knowing.&lt;br /&gt;            What can I do about this?  I don’t know if I can do anything.  I can continue to realize that it has affected me, and try to dampen the affect it has on my life.  However, as much as I refuse to let the fear propaganda affect the way I live my life, it has affected me, one that is skeptical.  When will these fear tactics end?  When will America realize that we don’t have to live in constant fear?  I hope it is soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-109535135992118783?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/109535135992118783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=109535135992118783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/109535135992118783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/109535135992118783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/09/new-post-just-for-you-and-brazil.html' title='A New Post Just For You (and Brazil)'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-109425761496279587</id><published>2004-09-03T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T22:34:42.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is pop philosophy</title><content type='html'>Okay well I just recently got a deal where I will be publishing articles once a week in Brazil, they are going to be on pretty much whatever I want them to be on and all of them will have a hit of some kind of philosophy along with whatever is going on in American pop culture. So I have decided that I will also post them here....enjoy, or bash whichever you find the most fulfilling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;War: The Childish Games Presidents Play&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last article recently published in Cult magazine I wrote on a topic that seems to be the “Big One” in the U.S.A. The Youth of this country seem to have something to say about war and it doesn’t seem to be that they think it is a good thing. In this article I would like to address a topic that is also a “big one” in the U.S.A. This topic has gotten so much news coverage that many people of the world are tired of hearing about it, but readers grant me one more discussion of the issue.&lt;br /&gt;Many months ago the John Kerry campaign stooped to a level that I hoped they would not stoop to. They began criticizing George W. Bush about his military record during the Vietnam era. They wondered and asked for documentation that proved or disproved that Bush had “served” his time in the military correctly. They requested documents that would prove that Bush actually attended meetings and drills that were conducted by his National Guard unit. When the story began to be discussed the Kerry campaign claimed that Bush never showed up to do his duty in the National Guard and therefore is unfit to lead this country. You are probably asking why I find this a bad move on Kerry’s part. Well, let me explain. When one campaign starts to criticize the other, what do you think is going to happen? You’ve got it. The Bush campaign began their own “digging” and found some not-so-flattering information on John Kerry’s time in the military during Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;John Kerry has been called a Vietnam war hero, he receive three Purple Hearts which are given to those in the military if they are wounded in combat. When the Bush Campaign began to research the facts of Kerry’s military service they began to find information that John Kerry was a very privileged soldier and some say he was given the most relaxed position in the war, floating on a boat down the rivers of Vietnam.&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/post.pyra?blogID=6411679#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; Some in the Bush Campaign&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/post.pyra?blogID=6411679#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt; even claim that John Kerry shot himself in order to receive the Purple Heart medals. Also, part of the Bush Campaign’s attack is the fact that John Kerry after returning from Vietnam threw all the medals he received, from being in the war, away. John Kerry does not deny this and claims that it was a statement that once he was able to think about the issues of the war that was being fought in Vietnam, he disagreed with them and him throwing the medals away was a statement of his beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;So what do we have going on during this 2004 Presidential Campaign? We have two children bickering with each other. I am tired of this meaningless arguing about something that happened almost 40 years ago. How does that have anything to do with America today? It is ridiculous to fight about something that happened so many years ago when both Kerry and Bush were so young. Let us argue about the economy that is suffering more than it ever has in history, let’s argue about the worthless war that we are fighting now in Iraq and other places. Let us discuss the issues of education for our children, and attempt to make our land a better place for them one day. That’s what I want from a presidential campaign, and I assume that is what the American people want also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/post.pyra?blogID=6411679#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; From what I know of Vietnam I don’t think there were many "relaxed" positions, and receiving three purple hearts it seems that there was at a least a small bit of harm possible at Kerry’s position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/post.pyra?blogID=6411679#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt; Even though the Bush Campaign denies that their “people” are the ones that are making these accusations there is ample evidence to show that they are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-109425761496279587?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/109425761496279587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=109425761496279587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/109425761496279587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/109425761496279587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-is-pop-philosophy.html' title='This is pop philosophy'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-109415876292726357</id><published>2004-09-02T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T15:59:22.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Grown Men Cry</title><content type='html'>What does it mean when grown men cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-109415876292726357?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/109415876292726357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=109415876292726357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/109415876292726357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/109415876292726357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/09/when-grown-men-cry.html' title='When Grown Men Cry'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-109319037898885390</id><published>2004-08-22T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T11:05:06.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'> A Little Change Is Always Good</title><content type='html'>Well I played with this site a bit and did some new things with it.....a few people were having problems leaving comments so I added another way to do that. Just click on the comments link and then you will have the option of which one you want to use. Now all of the past comments are still there even though at the bottom of the posts it says "0 comments" just click the link and you will see what I mean. Have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Tricia.......MWAH........even if it makes Angie sick ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-109319037898885390?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/109319037898885390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=109319037898885390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/109319037898885390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/109319037898885390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/08/little-change-is-always-good.html' title=' A Little Change Is Always Good'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-109277039547541260</id><published>2004-08-17T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T14:19:55.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophy of Love</title><content type='html'>Poets have written about love for millenia, philosophers have deconstructed it, reconstructed it, been critical of it, and praised it.  So have any of them gotten it right?  Of course that question comes with a number of other questions, is there something about love to get right?  Can love be understood in a systematic way?  What do we do if there is a way to get love right?  Will it make those who love, love more?  Will it make everyone's love the same?  Will it make those who don't love, actually begin to love?  Many questions arise when one wants to explore the concepts of love.  Let me tell you what I have come up with about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to me is not a simple thing it cannot be defined like Plato wanted to define it.  Love is not necessarily one of the Forms that is up in the sky.  We can't think of love as being a universal concept.  Love travels to strange places, comes from distant lands and each time it arrives it manifests itself in a different manner.  For each person that has found what they call love they will all tell you something different about its attributes.  For me love has a very specific attribute that I am not sure anyone else can experience.  My love is strong with nothing that causes it to waver, while my emotions might not understand what my love is doing all the time, the love doesn't stop.  In hard times is when my love steps up and makes itself the most known.  The power that my love has is amazing it suprises me most of the time, but I follow because I know it is telling me the truth.  There is no doubt in me about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is particular it is special to each person, it is not universal, it is specific, each person has their own story and own love that brings what that person needs at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIAHFY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-109277039547541260?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/109277039547541260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=109277039547541260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/109277039547541260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/109277039547541260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/08/philosophy-of-love.html' title='Philosophy of Love'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-109183681807628607</id><published>2004-08-06T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T22:06:48.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A clear blue day</title><content type='html'>The power of a voice, never forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Time passes and still it remains&lt;br /&gt;What is this voice?&lt;br /&gt;The voice of 4200 Angels, all singing in harmony&lt;br /&gt;it forever touches the soul&lt;br /&gt;it forever touches the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of her breathing,&lt;br /&gt;not even the Angels make such a beautiful sound&lt;br /&gt;What a song her breathing would make&lt;br /&gt;a song that needs no words&lt;br /&gt;it forever touches the soul&lt;br /&gt;it forever touches the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world would pass away if ever I no longer heard.&lt;br /&gt;The love that is shown creates my life&lt;br /&gt;How do I show her that this is true?&lt;br /&gt;You have forever touched my soul&lt;br /&gt;You have forever touched my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-109183681807628607?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/109183681807628607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=109183681807628607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/109183681807628607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/109183681807628607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/08/clear-blue-day.html' title='A clear blue day'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-109090030695387302</id><published>2004-07-26T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T22:51:46.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much Time, So Little to Say</title><content type='html'>Well everyone I am back and in full effect (not sure what that means but I like the sound of it).&amp;nbsp; The summer has been very very very busy.&amp;nbsp; I have spent most of my time in Missouri and Falls Creek (BLAH!!!!!!)&amp;nbsp; I haven't been to falls creek in a few years and let me tell you it is exactly the same as it has always been.&amp;nbsp; The preachers are the same the kids are the same, and I really don't like being there.&amp;nbsp; Last week was the hardest for me.&amp;nbsp; The preacher was a Billy Graham person and really upset me the first night.&amp;nbsp; He walked to the front of the stage told everyone that he was in the military at one point in his life, and that he was tired of people being against the war and then proceeded to get everyone to cheer for the war and how we were helping those poor Iraqi's.&amp;nbsp; I will admit&amp;nbsp;at that point I began to cry.....I couldn't believe that this man was influencing over 5000 students.&amp;nbsp; When will the church wake up and realize that killing people is not&amp;nbsp;what the church is&amp;nbsp;here to do?&amp;nbsp; I just don't understand.&amp;nbsp; This blind support of Bush and his administration baffles my mind.&amp;nbsp; I was talking to Tricia the other day about some of this stuff and told her that I had seen the "Jesus is my homeboy" shirts all over falls creek, and I told her that I needed to make us some "John Kerry is my homeboy"&amp;nbsp;T-Shirts....well the very next&amp;nbsp;day a guy walked into the video booth with a shirt that said "George W. Bush is my homeboy" I am not lying to you.&amp;nbsp; Would you even be seen&amp;nbsp;standing next to a&amp;nbsp;person with this shirt on?&amp;nbsp; I didn't think so.&amp;nbsp; I mean I don't&amp;nbsp;dislike those that support W.&amp;nbsp;and if you have good reasons to support him then go for it, but it is the blind support that I despise.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I guess while I&amp;nbsp;was at falls creek learning how to hate....W's marriage amendment was shot&amp;nbsp;down, which makes&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;very happy.&amp;nbsp; I would like to ask the question, when did the idea of marriage become&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;part of the governments resposibility?&amp;nbsp; I thought it was and has always been a religious&amp;nbsp;ceremony,&amp;nbsp;wasn't&amp;nbsp;it even that way&amp;nbsp;with the greeks?&amp;nbsp; So where do we get off thinking that we can regulate it by the state?&amp;nbsp; Aren't the churches the ones that should be saying whom they will marry and whom they will not marry?&amp;nbsp; That's just a question and if anyone has the answer please let me know.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for some personal stuff...This weekend is the weekend of the marriages.&amp;nbsp; Two of my very close friends are getting married, one on Friday night and one on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; Jacob is getting married friday and I am in the grooms line...which means getting dressed up in those fun tuxes (ummm.....okay maybe they aren't fun)&amp;nbsp; Starting on Wednesday night I will be pretty busy for the rest of the week it looks like.&amp;nbsp; But it should be a lot of fun I think.&amp;nbsp; I am very happy for Jacob.&amp;nbsp; The wedding on Saturday I don't have to get dressed up for (well at least not in a tux)&amp;nbsp; not like I am planning on wearing shorts or anything, but you know what I mean.&amp;nbsp; It is Johnny's wedding.&amp;nbsp; It is kind of strange to think that Johnny is getting married, anyway.&amp;nbsp; So that will be my week pretty much.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting Law School in about three weeks, and I am getting excited about it.&amp;nbsp; I hope it is something that I can do, and do well.&amp;nbsp; It should be another interesting turn in my life to say the least.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I am going to bed now....Tomorrow I have to go make sure my tux will fit and then go to chickasha and get my truck (the transmission went out about a week ago) so until next time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;TYAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-109090030695387302?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/109090030695387302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=109090030695387302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/109090030695387302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/109090030695387302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/07/so-much-time-so-little-to-say.html' title='So Much Time, So Little to Say'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-108650326452096069</id><published>2004-06-06T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T01:27:44.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the delay</title><content type='html'>Well I know that I haven't posted in a long time, but I have had a lot on my mind here lately.  So saying that I still have things to sort out, but things are going pretty good for me, so that is good:)......However, I am about to head out of town for a week, then be back on the weekend and then head back out of town for another week, come back and then as of right now going to NY for a week with the love of my life....(hehe, feels good to say that.)  I am sure after all of that traveling I will have plenty to talk about so don't give up on visiting my blog world, just taking a little break, but I will be back I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TILY *MWAH*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-108650326452096069?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/108650326452096069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=108650326452096069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/108650326452096069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/108650326452096069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/06/sorry-for-delay.html' title='Sorry for the delay'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-108536936760920640</id><published>2004-05-23T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T22:29:27.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Scary</title><content type='html'>First of all some of this post is going to be serious, and some of it is going to be in the satirical mood, so hold on for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The serious stuff first....What is it about beging fearful?  It seems that there is always this feeling of fear, when it comes to excitment.  You could be so excited about doing something and deep in your gut you have this horrible anxiety which seems to lead to fear.  I am not sure if I understand this or not.  Right now I have this amazing exiting thing going on in my life, and yet it is scary to me.  Should it be that way? I just don't know.  Somebody help me if you can.  It's not so much the fear of expectations going wrong, because I don't know if I truly have any expectations, not a lot at least.  Of course you think about the future all the time, well at least I do.  Does the fear come from thinking that something could go wrong?  If so, is it just our nature to think that way, kind of the "worst possible outcome" way?   I am a very optimistic person, kind of the eternal opimist I guess.  But shouldn't that mean that I don't have fear?  What can overcome this fear...I guess that love can overcome fear, right?  Just thinking about things right now, I have become scared, now with this is the feeling of love, but that doesn't seem to be overtaking the fear necessarily, I guess it kind of balances it out, but both emotions are there big time.  I don't know what to do about all of this...I have an idea about what might help, so maybe I should try that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the satirical chatter.....So everytime I watch the news I get very frightened, I think it has come from that crazy movie Bowling for Columbine.  I must be losing my mind.  I was watching the news tonight and they said that everytime I wash my hair or shave or even bathe, my memory is going out the window.  No wonder I feel like I am getting dumber all the time, I AM!!!  So I guess this should lead us to not ever washing our hair again, or guys no loger should we shave with shaving cream (doesn't that sound fun?) and we must remember that soap that is used for bubble baths does the same thing, so ladies if you want to keep your memory, no soaking in the tub for an hour, you just might forget where and who you are before you get out.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This culture of fear is driving me nuts, nuts I tell you!!!  Why do we have to be so scared, it just makes no sense to me at all.  Someone help me understand this please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TICWTFSYBIAVS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-108536936760920640?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/108536936760920640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=108536936760920640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/108536936760920640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/108536936760920640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/05/very-scary.html' title='Very Scary'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-108473388643124026</id><published>2004-05-16T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T13:58:06.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Earth Angel</title><content type='html'>You know I just thought I would report a little bit about my life and the goings on therein.  As I look back at my life there is one that can be said about it and that is that there is always something new, some new twist that causes me to re-evaluate what I am doing.  You know I can think I have a plan in mind and that just never works out and you know I wouldn't have it any other way.  Most people would look at my life and not understand it at all...it just doesn't make a lot of sense to most people most of the time.  But again I wouldn't have it any other way.  Things in my life make perfect sense to me, and that is what counts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So saying that...my life again has taken I think one of the most exciting turns that I have ever been involved in.  I have the opportunity to do something that most people would just see as totally insane but to me it is 100% exciting and just completely overwhelming.  I can't believe it is happening to me.  This is what I have wanted for a long time now, something (or someone;) that makes me totally happy, what a perfect thing.  (you make me so happy I can't explain it, you are so amazing) I have no doubt that this life is supposed to be a happy life and there is nothing like love and happiness.  WOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know I am being very ambiguous and I am doing that on purpose, I will give more specifics later as soon as it all soaks in for me:)....but just know that this decision is the one that I want, and I know it is the correct decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of a life with you&lt;br /&gt;brings me to tears&lt;br /&gt;all the fears have disappeared&lt;br /&gt;no longer to scare or chase me away&lt;br /&gt;I am with you always&lt;br /&gt;never to leave your side&lt;br /&gt;always to offer a shoulder on which you can cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYATLOMLAAWB *MWAH*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-108473388643124026?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/108473388643124026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=108473388643124026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/108473388643124026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/108473388643124026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/05/for-my-earth-angel.html' title='For My Earth Angel'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-108371541675691832</id><published>2004-05-04T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T19:08:35.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Postmodern Rambling Session</title><content type='html'>Well it has been awhile I know...but I do have a good excuse...have you ever tried to write two papers, grade a two foot stack of papers, and give a final all in the same week?   HOLY COW!!! what a crazy life I have right now.  I don't know which way to look, or run everytime I think I have things all caught up it all comes crashing down.  I don't know what to do with myself right now.  I have so much to do, not sure where to start I guess.....but I will get through it, just a few more days, and all will be well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't guess I have had much time to think about anything really deep or philosophical here lately, just my papers that I have been working on.  I finished one paper on Richard Rorty and Hilary Putnam, which was actually kind of fun, me being the self proclaimed Rortian and all, so yeah that wasn't too bad.  Now I have a paper to write on something to do with postmodernism vs. modernism using Selya Benhabib's book Situating the Self, she seems to still want to hold on to modernity but yet also cling to some of postmodernism's criticisms of modernity...so who knows what she is doing?  If you want to help just let me know;).......I think I might use Lyotard's book The Postmodern Condition to do some dialogue with Benhabib but we will see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, just got finished talking with Paulo (my friend from Brazil) and he has commissioned me to write a short book on Postmodernism which should be kind of fun, he wants it to be for the lay person so we have to cut out all of the philosophical jargon and explain things very well, which is not easy for a philosopher.  Oh by the way you might have caught that I said "we" well Corey and and I are going to do this together, it will make it easier on me and it will be fun writing with him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got finished teaching my OBU classes about pacifism, which is always a fun subject to discuss with them.  The craziest thing is that when I ask them what are some of the things they think about when they hear the word "pacifism" it never fails that they always say "liberal".  WHAT?  Come on people, because there are folks out there that don't want to inflict harm upon another person they are liberal?  You have got to be kidding me!!  I mean I don't have any problem being called liberal, but the OBU students think it is a dirty word.  But then again they have no idea what "liberal" means, all they have been told from their preachers is that liberal is equated with "loves to kill and torture little babies" so misguided, do you think that I have any influence on them as a professor?  I sure hope I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I need to head to the office and copy a paper that they are going to read for next week entitled "Postmodern Biblical Criticism" I can't wait to teach that.  They might be lynching me after they read it.  Because we know that they are not pacifists because pacifists are liberal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IWTCOTCWT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-108371541675691832?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/108371541675691832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=108371541675691832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/108371541675691832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/108371541675691832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/05/postmodern-rambling-session.html' title='A Postmodern Rambling Session'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-108267791726846335</id><published>2004-04-22T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T18:56:05.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding off into the Sunset</title><content type='html'>Well just got back from the last philosophy party at OSU that I will ever attend....kind of sad I guess, those people have kind of become my family in a weird demented kind of way the past two years.  I will miss some of them a lot I think, you really don't know how much you will miss someone until they are gone, but I feel that a few of these people have become part of my life and anytime you lose part of your life it hurts.  Now I know what you are saying "you can call them and go visit, it's not that far away from OKC" and I agree, but how often does that happen, everyone gets busy and it just doesn't happen very often.  And besides it won't be in the same context, I don't even know if we would get along, or know what to talk about in a different setting.  Just a little depressing I guess, not really sure how to take all of this.  However, I am very excited about my prospects in going to Law School I think I can do this stuff, I am going to blow their doors off;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting close to the end of this semester so things are going crazy around my house right now, papers to write papers to grade, I am up to my ears in papers......BLAH!!!!.....You know it might be kind of nice not to have all this grading to do and papers to write in Law School.....I know I will have a few papers to write while I am there, but I think I can do that without much trouble.  I know how to write papers if I know how to do anything.  So I am pretty confident about my prospects in Law School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Thunder Storms have arrived, and isn't it great!!!  I just love those things, they make me feel happy for some reason, I guess it takes me back in time a bit....I think about being a little kid and my dad telling me about the storms, trying to calm me down (well not so much me as my brother) or coming home from work early to take us out and show us the wall cloud rotating over the top of our house, and even seeing that, feeling at total ease because I knew my dad would protect me from any danger.  A little cheesy I know, but still kind of fun:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and Friends you can't get much better than that really, my family and friends make me who I am I don't know what I would do without them.  That is why I try to stay in contact with all of these people in my life, I think I would be perfectly content with talking to everyone of my friends and family members everyday.  They just make me happy, so I can't imagine getting to have a family of my own one day, a wife and children.....HOLY COW!!! what an amazing thing!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISWTHSWT......hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-108267791726846335?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/108267791726846335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=108267791726846335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/108267791726846335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/108267791726846335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/04/riding-off-into-sunset.html' title='Riding off into the Sunset'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-108182511956860182</id><published>2004-04-12T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T22:26:19.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life or something like it.....</title><content type='html'>Well, I must be getting better at this not even a week has gone by since the last time I posted.......I think I just might be a blogging pro:)......okay enough tooting my own horn......on to bigger and better miscellany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to OCU the other day and handed my application directly to the admissions office, they said that if everything is in at the LSAC that they would know whether I was accepted either this coming Thursday or next Thursday so I am waiting in anticipation to see what comes of that........seems my life might just be weighing in the balance. That's life, or something like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Easter has come and gone.......the spring festival as it can also be called I guess.......bunny rabbits all over the place:) Went to the church that my grandparents are a part of me and the rest of my family that is......it was absolutely horrible........the preacher must have been the most boring, dry person I have ever listened to in my life.......So I read my new book "President of Good and Evil" by Peter Singer and that passed the time fairly quickly. My dad said something in the middle of the sermon that really tickled my brother and I......so we made a pretty big scene I am sure by laughing so hard we couldn't contain it but yet still trying to contain it (you know what I am talking about) Then we went to chickasha and ate lunch....which was okay........I at least got to watch some of The Masters golf tournament. Then went back home and loaded things up and headed back to stillwater. What an exciting life, or something like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.....something with depth to it........hmmm.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.......nothing coming to me......so I will type a bit more and see what comes out......all of my friends that have these things seem to have deep thoughts on them and I just seem to talk about my boring life, or something like it........and this love thing is just consuming every ounce of my day every day.......but I kind of like it......I KNOW that something is going to happen, just never really been this way before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is love? I know that this is an age old question.....how do you know when love has taken over......is it just an emotion, is it something that is physical? Do you need the physical aspect to know that you are in love? In some ways I think you do, but in other ways I don't think that it is necessary, is it? How about this? What does it take to really "know" someone? Seems that it is conversation right? I mean I know that it takes the physical to know someone totally but to "know" someone it takes talking, joking, laughing....even getting more emotional than that, simply through conversation. I don't know.......I think that I am in this process right now with someone, and this person means so much to me......we have been talking for awhile now and the connection is something that I have never experienced before.....so I am not sure how to deal with it really.......all I know is that I don't want her to ever go away. (sounds kind of like a country song doesn't it?).......anyway......so that is pretty much it I guess......this thing just won't go away and to tell you the truth I don't want it to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again......that is my life, or something like it......until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way IWTHSWT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-108182511956860182?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/108182511956860182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=108182511956860182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/108182511956860182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/108182511956860182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/04/life-or-something-like-it.html' title='Life or something like it.....'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-108130872300238885</id><published>2004-04-06T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T22:35:48.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In front of me you can see the sea of tranquillity....and over to my left you can see a.......MONSTER!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been a long time, looks like close to 2 weeks......what a loser I am:(.........but anyway I am here now so all is well:)....what to write about what to write about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm.......well if you want to know the truth love is still "in the air" at least at my house, can't seem to get away from this thing....I mean normally I go through these stages in which that is all that I think about and then move on to other things, but this just won't go away........what is my deal?......I mean come on, is there something different about this time.....might my time for love be close.........well all I know is that I hope that it is.........and maybe just maybe this is true:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost done with my law school applications so we will see how all this turns out in the next couple of months probably.  I am getting a little more excited about this.....I guess I have been really thinking a lot about what I should do with my life......there is possibly an opportunity for me to move to another state.......or stay here for law school.......and I have been mulling over this for weeks now, but I really think (at least for right now, I am a bit wishy washy sometimes for those who don't know) that I need to stay here for some reason......I have just felt more at ease when thinking about that option than when I think about moving.  So I am taking that as a sign, that I need to stay.  There is something here for me apparently, so here I will reside.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know much of anything else......so....I will let you return to something productive:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-108130872300238885?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/108130872300238885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=108130872300238885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/108130872300238885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/108130872300238885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/04/in-front-of-me-you-can-see-sea-of.html' title='In front of me you can see the sea of tranquillity....and over to my left you can see a.......MONSTER!!!'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-108051933475448618</id><published>2004-03-28T18:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T18:19:08.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings made of jam</title><content type='html'>Not sure what I am going to say here, but since I know it has been awhile since I have written anything I thought I would try and just see what comes out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I was feeling creative the other night and should have written something then but for some reason I just didn't get around to it, and now my creativeness is gone:(  I guess the biggest thing on my mind is that OSU is going to the final four, which is way cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is still pretty much the same as it has been, chaotic as ever;).......Still kind of on the love/relationship kick, I guess when I get in the mood it just doesn't go away very easily, which is maybe a good thing.  I long for that time in which the person that I love is by my side........gosh what a feeling that will be.   I mentioned to someone special to me the other day that I would just love to move to Ireland and live out in the country among the rolling fields of green and a little fence made of stone, sitting on the front porch in rocking chairs sipping our morning tea in our pajamas.  I could live the rest of my life that way......I think that is a perfect picture of love.  You know I think just holding the hand of the person you love, has to be an amazing feeling.  Have I found this person?  Hmmm......  There is a person that I feel I have a great connection with, deep down I hope that she is that person........she is constantly and I mean constantly in my thoughts......and there is nothing she could do that would make me feel any different.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of that sappiness, although I kind of like the feeling.......Well I watched PI again the other night, it had been a long time since I have seen it so thought I would check it out again........if you haven't seen it you need to it is a great flick.  However, I don't necessarily agree philosophically with the movie, it still makes you think.  It is a little too determined for me, I don't think that the universe is ordered in such a way as the movie states.  People want the universe to make sense to us.....we want to totally understand it, but I just don't think that is possible, now I will give a few props to science but for them to tell us what the universe "really" is or "really" means, I just don't see as something that is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more point and I am finished, I was greatly depressed this week when I read that this fictitious president (thanks Michael Moore for that one) was at a fancy schmancy dinner the other night and was poking fun supposedly at himself about the US not being able to find the WMD that we claimed we knew exactly where they were.  He was making a joke that we could not find the very thing in which we went into Iraq for, hello!!!, does he not have any sympathy?  I am pretty sure that the families of these soldiers that have died don't find this fictitious war that funny, or something in which we should joke about.  It is really sickening to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-108051933475448618?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/108051933475448618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=108051933475448618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/108051933475448618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/108051933475448618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/03/ramblings-made-of-jam.html' title='Ramblings made of jam'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-107999186939517111</id><published>2004-03-22T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T15:50:36.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letter: A Response</title><content type='html'>Reading the lines and curves &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that in some way convey your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words that reach deep within your soul, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begin to move my spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What once was a blank page now filled with heart wrenching truths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captivate my every thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though words seem inadequate they tell a story that cannnot be denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Love for each other is communicated without reserve through those words that were written&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longing for an embrace or touching of your soft hands is something beyond expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gaze must do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes seeing a devotion that never will end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longing to never stare into another's eyes, only your's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming one with each other watching our souls blend together to become a single organism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read your words and in my heart I hear perfectly clear like some heavenly revelation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though it is not the words that reach deep within but the essence that they carry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the miniscule words is where true love can be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give a special dedication to the one who's words inspired this little ditty........you know who you are:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-107999186939517111?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/107999186939517111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=107999186939517111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107999186939517111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107999186939517111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/03/love-letter-response.html' title='Love Letter: A Response'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-107973989023160246</id><published>2004-03-19T17:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T17:48:11.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>here I go again on my own</title><content type='html'>I'm back, I'm back.........sorry to those that were waiting on a post (yeah right, like there was anyone just dying to read my lame blog), but I am here now.  Fresh off a trip to Phoenix and Vegas.  Well, just to let you know, they are both amazing places, if you haven't ever been, book a flight because everyone should see them.   I had a blast, Phoenix is a place I think I could live pretty easily, and Vegas is a place I wouldn't mind visiting fairly often.  As for my gambling in Vegas, I didn't do too bad to tell you the truth.  However, the poker tables were full the entire time I was there, never a seat open when I had time.   So, I won all my money on the slots (which was about 300 dollars) which actually paid for my trip, I came home with the same amount of money that I left with.......great stuff!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I am really ready for that relationship, something that is so special that you can't put it into words.  Something that could start slow and go somewhere that is beyond my comprehension.  Is that ever going to happen to me?  Now, I don't want to turn this into a sob fest, but I need that pretty bad in my life, even if it is just being friends and knowing that it is going to lead somewhere or at least have the potential to lead somewhere.  To tell you the truth if there is not something that happens soon, I think my life might just be in for another beginning.  Time to maybe start over somewhere else.  I feel like I am in such a rut, and I hate it with a passion.  I am not the type of person that can survive on my own I don't think.  It is one thing to be independent and another to not have a person there to help in life's journey.  And right now without that person I am feeling like my life has just stopped being written because of writers block or something.  I am so tired of people saying "just give it time", I don't want to give it any more time, IT has had 27 years of time, time is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-107973989023160246?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/107973989023160246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=107973989023160246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107973989023160246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107973989023160246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/03/here-i-go-again-on-my-own.html' title='here I go again on my own'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-107880352579395527</id><published>2004-03-08T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T21:41:51.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes.........</title><content type='html'>You know I am kind of in a funk right now I think.  I don't want to do anything, I just lay around the house and stare at the walls most of the day, here lately.  It's not that I don't have things to do, actually I have a lot to do, but it is like I just don't care.  How do you get out of that, what needs to happen in order to get past it?  But more than that, what does it mean?  Why do you go through times like this, what are you supposed to learn from it?  Is there any meaning in it.  Is it a subconscious thing that is trying to tell you to do something different in your life?  If it is, what if you're scared to do whatever it is you think you are supposed to do.  Or what if you're just tired of trying?  I mean this is not the first time I have felt this way, I get it everyonce in a while, but this time I am trying to think back to all the other times that I can remember and see if there is some kind of pattern with my life in these situations.  However, I am not quite sure that there is, my life is so random and so fractured it is crazy, but I don't think I would have it any other way really.  Welcome to my chaotic life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Phoenix/Vegas trip is coming up really quickly and I cannot wait, I need this soooo bad, for a number of reasons.  Clearing my head is going to be the first priority.  Then just to sit back and take all of that part of the country in........and yes I will try and take pictures so that everyone can partake in this great trip to come:)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think it might be time for bed.........so until we meet again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-107880352579395527?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/107880352579395527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=107880352579395527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107880352579395527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107880352579395527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/03/sometimes.html' title='sometimes.........'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-107818938560440017</id><published>2004-03-01T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T19:06:02.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Score</title><content type='html'>Well I received THE score, they suprised me with sending it on Saturday.  I got an email on Saturday that said LSAT scores, which most of the time of course you would think that was the actual score, but me no I didn't think that.  Since I was told when I took the exam that it would be March 1st, so I thought the email would be simply telling me to check the LSAC web site today.  However, when I clicked on the email, THERE IT WAS!!!  I was shocked that the score was there.  Well I was not just overly excited about the score that I got, but it was okay I guess, nothing to brag about but nothing to be ashamed about.  So now I am in the stretch of filling out applications which is not a fun thing to do at all, but I guess if I want a school to consider me I need to give them an application.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get to go to Vegas in about a week and a half, I am so excited about going.  I have never been and so this is going to be a great trip.  All I can say is VEGAS BABY VEGAS (for those of you who have seen Swingers you will understand that last statement, and if you haven't seen Swingers, good lord people where have you been? in a box?)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The OSU/Texas game is on in just about 1 hour, I hope it is a good game, we have been playing really bad here lately so let's hope that we can get our game back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have any new philosophical insights right now, just trying to keep up with school.  I am reading a book called Situating the Self, which seems to be a book that likes some of the postmodern ideas but still believes there to be hope for modernity.  Which if you know some of the basics of postmodernism you will know that there must be some people that continue the task of modernity in order for postmodernity to survive.  (if you want some explanation of this give me a call and I will help you out;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my parents went with my Aunt and Uncle to see The Passion of the Christ, and dad said if it would have just been him and mom they would have walked out.  I am proud of my dad, he said that the violence was just far too much, he asked me "do you think that we should be focusing on how bad Jesus was beaten, or should we be focusing on how much he loved people?"  Which I thought was very profound coming from my dad.  Now I know that some of you are asking "doesn't the crucifixion show how strongly Jesus loved people?" and you are correct in asking this question, but what about those people that are getting free tickets from the churches as "evangelism" and they don't know the entire story?  All they see is a man being beaten an hanged on a cross, which of course touches the emotions, but that doesn't tell them what it means to be a xian.  The entire story is what matters not just taking one part out and making people cringe at the violence directed at one man.  Now I am sure I will see it in the next few weeks, but from what I have heard about it, I don't know how excited I am to see it.  I guess I would be more for a movie that showed people being friendly to one another and churches helping the needy, and openning their doors to those who don't think the same way they do.  But also I am sure that wouldn't make 125 million dollars in the first 5 days either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-107818938560440017?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/107818938560440017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=107818938560440017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107818938560440017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107818938560440017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/03/score.html' title='The Score'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-107759058700735106</id><published>2004-02-23T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T20:45:53.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Drops and Pinecones</title><content type='html'>Well again it has been a few days since I have written anything, I am sure you all have missed me soooo  much;)  So what has been going on in my life, let's see.......I went with my brother the other day and he bought himself a LARGE motorcycle, and when I say LARGE I mean LARGE.  The back tire on that thing is bigger than Corey's car tire.  Anyway it is a great color let me tell you, I think it might be the prettiest bike I have ever seen, it is a very nice OSU orange:).......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Corey and Jonny the other day, and we had a good time I guess, tired to go to the OCU jazz lab but that didn't work out, then went over to Starbucks and that didn't work out either, so we ended up at Bennigans and I had a nice cheese cake and a Creme De La Creme, it really wasn't that good but the name just made me have to try it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and I went to the Zoo this weekend what a great time the day was beautiful and the animals are so much fun to look at.  I stood and watched my favorite animal for a while.  What animal would be my favorite animal I am sure you are asking, well it would be none other than the Okapi of course.  If you don't know what that is, then you will just have to go to the Zoo and check it out, it is well worth the 6 dollars you will spend to get in.  Oh and don't ask for a Rain Check, it says that on the window, but even if you are thinking about being funny and asking for one, the people in the booths taking your money don't find it funny at all.  I know this from experience.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few more days until I get my results back from the LSAT, so if you don't see a post about it next Monday then don't ask me about it because I probably didn't do too well.  But if I do well then of course I will have to brag and it will be in big bold numbers at the top of this site.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a paper that I am trying to work on that is just not coming at all.  I have sat in front of the computer for hours tonight and nothing is coming to me.  I will probably sit here for a little while longer and see what I can come up with.  The paper was actually due about two weeks ago, so I mean it is already that late another few days aren't going to make a difference right?  Gosh, I am horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't discussed any philosophy here lately so let's see what I can come up with..............How about language?  What do you think language actually is?  Is it more than grunts and groans that we have just become acustomed to?  I don't think it is.  I believe language to be completely social and nothing else, it doesn't represent reality, in the way that the corrospondance theory of truth says it does.  We as people simply make it work.  We make up words to explain something a little better, or get rid of words that no longer have meaning to us.  So if you buy that idea then how does it affect our everyday lives?  Just a question, give me your thoughts if you get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the title "raindrops and pinecones" has absolutely nothing to do with this post they are just two random words that have no meaning in this context......LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-107759058700735106?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/107759058700735106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=107759058700735106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107759058700735106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107759058700735106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/02/rain-drops-and-pinecones.html' title='Rain Drops and Pinecones'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-107702998774460988</id><published>2004-02-17T08:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T09:02:26.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A long wait for.........</title><content type='html'>Sorry to all of those that read this, I know it has again been a few days since I have posted last, but I really haven't had much to say I guess.  But I will try to write something just for giggles today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first up, my hip is doing much better not much if any pain still remains, so I am happy about that.  Still not sure what I did to it, but as long as it is getting better I don't really care.  So I went back to the gym yesterday and did my thing, and I ran into a friend of a friend that I hadn't seen in a while so we chatted for a bit.  Now I feel like I have been doing very good in my workouts I think I can tell a big difference in myself, but this guy that I saw last night makes me look like a little 7 year old.  This guy is HUGE, and I don't mean ridiculously nasty looking with all of these muscles popping out everywhere but he is about 6'2" or 6'3" and weighs probably 210 or so, but he could twist my head off like he was opening a beer bottle.  But the good thing is, is that he is a very nice guy, so no worries about losing my head, at least at the moment;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Valentine's day has come and gone, and it wasn't what I desired it to be, but also it wasn't really depressing at all.  I had stuff to do, so I really didn't go out and do anything, but I was okay with that for probably the first time in a few years.  I am not sure if it comes from just being numb to the whole thing or if I just did a better job on focusing on something else.  Anyway, it's all good, and maybe next year will be that "best day of my life" valentine's day:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on Thursday I am supposed to do two things that should be pretty fun:),  first of all I am reading my paper on Neopragmatism and Nonviolence at the philosophy clubs meeting, which I don't think is that big of a deal but it should be interesting.  I have read this paper a few times before at different places so I am pretty used to what people have to say about it, so if you are up this way drop in and tell me what you think of my writing:).  Then on Thursday night I am going to the open mic at The Well.  I have at least one song I am going to do.  You know it has been over a year probably (maybe longer than that) since I have played or sang in front of people, so I am looking forward to that.  And one of my favorite people in the whole world is going to sing with me:)  that makes me very happy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is pretty much my life right now, of course after only 5 weeks of class I am already behind, but what's new about that.  I seem to put myself in that place from the get go, I hope I don't let myself get too far back though, makes it hard to do anything if you can't see the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-107702998774460988?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/107702998774460988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=107702998774460988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107702998774460988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107702998774460988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/02/long-wait-for.html' title='A long wait for.........'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-107668696168611182</id><published>2004-02-13T09:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T09:45:14.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!!!!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know it has been a few days since I have written anything new on this thing so here I go.  Yesterday I went to the gym and did my little warm up stretches and things, then got ready to do my squat workout and then as I squated down the first time with the weight I tore something in my hip I think.  It was like someone stuck a knife in my hip.  Well I stood up and it didn't really hurt when I was just standing there so I thought I would try again, just to let you know it still hurt the second time I tried.  Now the thing about it that it doesn't hurt when I am just walking or standing but it does when I squat down.  Now you might think "no big deal" but think about it, I mean you have to squat to sit down and a number of other things, so it hurts a  lot of the time, and this morning it is a little stiff.  Oh well, I will get over it I'm sure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is the day before Valentine's day and how strange is it that it is Friday the 13th?...........Hmmm.........I don't guess I know why Friday the 13th has this bad vibe around it, I mean all I think of is Jason in his hockey mask walking around a summer camp killing all the people who aren't virgins, but I am sure that this Friday the 13th thing has existed longer than those movies, would someone like to enlighten me on this subject?  Anyway back to Valentine's day..........well maybe I don't have anything to say about it............hmmm............nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my first exam of the semester yesterday, I have not even looked at them yet, grading 75 essays is not the most fun I have ever had, so I will probably put it off until Sunday at least.  But the class has been fun to teach so far, this class at OSU is not nearly as chaotic as was the one last semester, so that makes me happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to run so have a great day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-107668696168611182?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/107668696168611182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=107668696168611182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107668696168611182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107668696168611182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/02/ouch.html' title='OUCH!!!!'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-107636557476638679</id><published>2004-02-09T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T16:28:42.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One late winters night</title><content type='html'>Well, I am just going to do a little ranting here for a few minutes.  First of all as for the LSAT thing, I have no idea at all how I did.  It is just one of those exams that you can think you did great on and do horrible on, so I just have no opinion about what my score might be.  So we will just forget about that for a few weeks, and not worry too much about it untill then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a story for you.  Last night coming home from Norman after being at Jacob's Well's birthday party I was pulled over and given a ticket.  Now, I will admit that I speed and sometimes I get right on people's bumpers if they don't get out of my way, but neither of these things were going on last night.  But I get pulled over and asked if I know what I was doing wrong, I say "no" and the JERK tells me that I was following too closely.  Then he asks me if I know how far I am supposed to be back behind the car in front of me, and I say "yes, about 2 seconds", well he then tells me that I was only 1 to 1 and a half seconds behind the car in front of me.  GIVE ME A BREAK!!!!!  That law is crazy.  I mean what if my two seconds are faster than the JERKS two seconds, and besides the cop was behind me, and most of you know what kind of truck I drive, it is BIG if you are in a car behind me, you cannot see over or around me.  So how the heck does he know how close I was to the car in front of me?  He just wanted to give me a ticket for some reason and found that reason by giving me a bogus ticket and the fine for that ticket.  ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY THREE DOLLARS!!!!!!!!  You have got to be kidding me!!!!!!  I mean I didn't about get in a wreck I was not riding this guys tail, I was not about to wreck, and I would know if I was on the car's bumper because I only do that when I am mad that the person won't get out of my way and that was just not the case in this situation.  So I think I am going to fight this with all of the philosophical jargon I can, when I go to court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so here is another great thing that happend.  This morning at about 6:30 I stop by the gas station to pick up a cup of coffee just like I do everyday that I go to Shawnee.  So I am off to work with my coffee, no big deal right?  Wrong.  I get to the stop light and go to make the turn left, well because of the way I have my stearing wheel so low in my truck I have to take my coffee out of my lap so I that I can make the turn.  As I grab the cup the lid comes off and the cup falls out of my hand into my lap.  So now my legs are burning like crazy and I am swerving all over the road (now that might deserve a ticket) because my pants feel like they are on fire!!!!  So now I have a big burn mark on my leg and I have to turn around and go back to my house to change my clothes, which makes me late to the office.  What a great 24 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-107636557476638679?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/107636557476638679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=107636557476638679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107636557476638679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107636557476638679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/02/one-late-winters-night.html' title='One late winters night'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-107602095969076245</id><published>2004-02-05T16:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T16:45:01.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>getting better.......maybe</title><content type='html'>Well I just took an entire practice exam and scored a 155 which is not that bad actually, it will get me into the schools that I am going to apply for.  However, I would really like to get to about 160 I think that is an ideal score, for me at least.  Only two more days until I get to do it for real, so everyone remember to pray from 8:30 until about 12:30......lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay how about some stuff about politics.  I have been talking to my dad a bit about this stuff and he is a Bush supporter (gotta love the irony in that statement)  But I watched for just a few minutes last night, one of the primetime new shows and they were talking about the WMD that we have "yet" to find.  How long is it going to take for the current adminstration to finally admit that they lied?  They keep telling us that we "might" still find them, come on people they are huge weapons big missles and supposedly LARGE amounts of chemical and biological weapons, and we can't find them.  I read today that these weapons are easily hid from sight and could be burried in holes like Saddam was.  Well if we are so confident that we caught Saddam (which is actually another pretty big lie, because the Kurds had him for about 2 weeks before we knew about it, and the reason he didn't resist arrest?  Well that is because the Kurds had doped him up) it seems that finding these dissapearing weapons would be easy, don't we have technology that can find these things.  According to the government we do because we were very confident 100% even, that we knew exactly where these weapons were before we went after Iraq.  So now that we are actually in the heart of the country closer to these WMD that we KNOW are there, why can we not find them?  Here is a hint "THERE ARE NO WEAPONS"  And what about this lying thing that has become so common place in the white house?  You know first we have Clinton that is a sex addict, I mean okay, so he likes sex and used his power to get it, so what.  He didn't hurt anyone but himself and Monica and did really good with the economy.  Now Bush on the other hand lied and has so far killed 9,000 people because of this lie, and the economy is in the dump.  Hmmm.........which one is worse, sex or murder?  I hope you chose murder, but it is so strange that people actually want to harp on Clinton's mistake and forget the G.W. bombs entire nations kills thousands of people and we don't worry about the little white lie that he told.  GIVE ME A BREAK!!!  People want to talk about how immoral the former president was, but just because G.W goes to church and talks to Billy Graham that everything he does is good stuff.  I just don't get this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am done for now................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-107602095969076245?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/107602095969076245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=107602095969076245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107602095969076245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107602095969076245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/02/getting-bettermaybe.html' title='getting better.......maybe'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-107595778796403878</id><published>2004-02-04T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T23:12:09.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and Freezing Rain</title><content type='html'>Cold, cold, cold, that is what the weather is like right now at my house.  I was in Shawnee this morning at OBU when it started the snowing and I was kind of worried that I might not make it back home before the roads got bad, but I did make it back with no problems. (It's nice to have a big truck with big tires sometimes)  So it snowed most of the day, and it was beautiful to watch, very peaceful and calm, and I just love it that the snow is kind of a buffer for sound, so everything is quiet.  However, just recently freezing rain has started to fall.  That stuff just causes a mess, there is nothing calming or peaceful about freezing rain.  Anyway I was thinking that has kind of been how my life is going right now.  There are the moments of complete peace and quite and other times it is a mess, and I go sliding around not knowing which place I might end up.  Especially these last couple of weeks and my focus on this upcoming exam.  There are days that I feel 100% confident in myself and other times I feel like an idiot, and that I don't deserve to do well.  It is just this struggle that goes on within myself, one part tells me that I am doing good stuff and just to keep going and the other part tells me I don't even deserve to be in the place that I am in right now, much less anything else.  However, I know that is false and that I can do this law thing if I put effort into it, but sometimes it is hard and I am tired right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting thing happened today while at OBU.  During one of my classes I was just giving some introductory explanations of philosophy and how it worked.  Well, I asked the question "What is philosophy" I just wanted the students to give me the first thing that popped into their head when they heard the word "philosophy".  So the first word I hear from one of the students is "manipulative".   So first of all I have to shake off the shock of what I just heard, not necessarily because it was a false assumption, because I don't think it was.  But you have to remember this is coming from an OBU student, and which this person has most likely been manipulated their entire lives, and even been manipulated into believing that philosophy was manipulative.  Now back to the idea that it is manipulative, I would agree to a point I think, but I would ask the question what is not manipulative, I mean any argument that anyone gives you on any subject, they are trying to manipulate you into believing what they believe.  It is simply what we do.  Now it doesn't have to be evil manipulation, if we take manipulation in its purest form, it would be like persuasion, wouldn't it?  When we generally think of the word "manipulation" we think unpure motives or someone not telling the "whole" truth.  But does anyone tell the whole truth ever, is it possible to tell the whole truth?  I mean if this was possible then objectivity would be possible, and I just don't think this is so.  We are all biased people and we are going to try and present our beliefs in the best possible light, leaving out the bad stuff, at least the really bad stuff.  So maybe philosophy is manipulative but I think it is the best manipulation out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-107595778796403878?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/107595778796403878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=107595778796403878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107595778796403878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107595778796403878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/02/snow-and-freezing-rain.html' title='Snow and Freezing Rain'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-107582758266850664</id><published>2004-02-03T10:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T11:02:01.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Phone Book</title><content type='html'>Well I did get a new phone book today, and let me tell you I feel much more safe now!!!  Plastered in the upper right hand corner in bold letters is "A New Guide to Homeland Security"  Gosh, I mean I am so glad that whenever I fear our "homeland" is under attack I can go right to my phone book and see what I am supposed to do.  Doesn't Michael Moore seem correct when he says in his movie that we live in a nation of fear.  We are reminded that we a supposed to be scared around every corner.  At least once a week we are told that airports have been shut down or airplanes grouded because of some great "intelligence" (I put intelligence in quotes for a reason) that "terrorists" (same here) are going to use airplanes again to accomplish there task.  (Let's chase a rabbit for a second here)  One of the biggest problems I have with the current administration, and for that matter the candidits that are currently running, is that no one and I mean no one has ever addressed the topic of why these people of another culture have such a hatred for the US.  Maybe that should be our focus?  I don't know, it's just a suggestion.  But it seems that if we knew why, maybe we could at least attempt to rectify the problems.  However, when we are simply going for domination it doesn't really matter what others think of us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough ranting for right now, I need to get to the office and make sure I know what I am teaching here in about and hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back later............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-107582758266850664?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/107582758266850664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=107582758266850664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107582758266850664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107582758266850664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/02/new-phone-book.html' title='A New Phone Book'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-107576074739327196</id><published>2004-02-02T16:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T16:28:05.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say.......</title><content type='html'>Exhausted?  Holy Cow people I am freakin' tired.  I had to get up this morning at 5:30 and that is a little too early for this cowboy.  Well, I guess a reason is in order for why I got up so early.  I started teaching at OBU again today, I had a good time I guess you could say, we will see how this semester compares with last semester.  I had one great class last semester and one "okay" class, so we will see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the superbowl?  Pretty good one, huh?  I watched most of it I guess, and it was a very enjoyable ball game, I thought both teams played very well, it was fun.  And what about the Janet Jackson thing?  WHOA!!!!  I am sure CBS will get a hefty fine for that one.  Also, I am hearing that people are mad that Kid Rock cut a hole in a "real" flag and wore it like a shirt.  GOOD LORD people have you ever heard of context?  Did you listen to the words that he was "singing", it was all about him being proud to be from America, come on people.  It is not like he was burning the flag and cursing the country, give me a break.  It is a freaking piece of cloth!!!!  Would you be mad if he made a real shirt out of flag material?  I mean people cut of flags and put them on their jackets, is that okay?  Anyway, I really don't think people know what it means to be patriotic, please read Jefferson and Franklin, then come talk to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay only a few more days until the LSAT (so just get used to hearing about it the rest of this week).  I am not doing too bad on the practice exams but I would like to be doing a little better before I take it for real.  I think I might go and get some help tonight on a few things.  One of my profs that was helping me today, told me that I am WAY too messy.  So I need to neaten (Is that a word?, maybe I am just spelling it incorrectly) up how I set up the logic games questions, so I will work on that the rest of this week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see some philosophy is needed here.  Well I guess I could mention that I told all of my OBU students that there are some beliefs that they hold to that need to be changed and that is what I am going to try and teach them in class.  That got some interesting looks from the students, but it is all good.  They need to be challenged, and that is what I plan on doing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I am going to take a little nap, then go to the gym, and then more studying.  YAY for me!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-107576074739327196?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/107576074739327196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=107576074739327196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107576074739327196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107576074739327196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/02/can-you-say.html' title='Can you say.......'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-107565575759404505</id><published>2004-02-01T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T11:18:13.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Parties</title><content type='html'>Well it is here the big day for football, it is kind of sad for me I guess.  I mean it is another what? 7 full months before we get to start over, this is truly a happy and sad day for most NFL fans.  But I hope anyone that is headed to a party has a safe and fun time, don't go out there and get too crazy.  It looks like I will be right here in my cozy house watching a little bit and studying a little bit I have another practice exam that I must get through today, but don't feel sad for me I chose to do this LSAT thing and I feel it is the correct choice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other stuff.  Girls and guys it is getting close to the all important Valentine's day (I know some of you are not that excited about it, with out a special someone it can be kind of depressing) so remember that since it is already February you can ask that person you have been eyeing to be your valentine it is never to early to get that out of the way:)  I have had a few depressing valentine's days in the past and I have decided that I am through with those so this year, I think it just might be the best day of my life. (Not sure what it will consist of but I will settle for nothing less than great)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay how about a little philosophy?  Let's see what can I talk about?  Well I guess I could just mention that earlier this week I sent off the ariticle that Paulo (my good friend from Brazil) and I wrote while I was in Brazil this past summer.  The article is going to be published in the UK in an International Philosophy of Education Journal sometime soon, you know I will be sure to let you know when it happens:)  The article deals with the idea of truth as an absolute notion and how Richard Rorty wants to show that justification should replace the concept of truth, instead of searching for this thing that is "out there" we should simply try to ask ourselves why we live the way we do and do the best we can.  Well the article goes on then to talk about how we should use the idea of narrative as one central in the discipline of education and it does this in 5 steps.  I won't list out the 5 steps that we take but if you would like I can send you the paper and you can see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to the studying, I hope all have a great day!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-107565575759404505?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/107565575759404505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=107565575759404505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107565575759404505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107565575759404505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/02/day-of-parties.html' title='A Day of Parties'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-107561200674858387</id><published>2004-01-31T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T23:09:02.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold and Almost February</title><content type='html'>Well, I spent all day long doing these stupid practice exams, and I am not sure if I am any better off.  But oh well I guess just bring on the real thing and we will see how it turns out.  If I don't get into law school I can always work at Walmart (I think they need help, and in more ways that one)  Anyway, during my breaks today I had some good chats with my friends and that is always nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really cold outside, makes me want to curl up with a nice soft blanket in front of a popping fire with a good book in hand.  Also as the title of this little session says it is just about 1 hour away from being February (isn't that month spelled really strange? What does the "r" after the "b" really do?)  which means that I start my teaching at OBU in a little over a day and I still don't have my syllabus finished (it is almost there but not quite) so I might just hand it out on Wednesday and not worry about it.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411679-107561200674858387?l=philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/107561200674858387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6411679&amp;postID=107561200674858387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107561200674858387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411679/posts/default/107561200674858387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhumdrum.blogspot.com/2004/01/cold-and-almost-february.html' title='Cold and Almost February'/><author><name>Codeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062705685001908018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411679.post-107557280526442359</id><published>2004-01-31T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T12:15:40.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go</title><content type='html'>Well I have been contemplating doing this for awhile now, and it seems that I decided to do it.  I am not sure how often I will post on here, but we will see how I like it.  I will attempt to keep blogs of major events in my life (which very well could be nothing, but we will see).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is going on in my life right now?  Well, I am trying to study for the LSAT, which has not been the most enjoyable time in my life.  I have never been much of one to study at all (I know you are all saying "you have been in school FOREVER and you still don't study) well I guess I study but for the past 4 or 5 years my studying has consisted of reading, and I love to do that, so you can't count that as studying I don't think, isn't there a prerequisit that you despise studying?  Anyway so I have been doing that for the past few days, and I am getting better at doing some of the problems, they have these crazy things called "logic games" (by the way I hate logic, come on I do postmodern philosophy and we all hate logic I think)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I am kind of struggling with the whole "Law" thing, I am still not quite sure if that is the direction I want to go, it sounds nice and I have some good contacts in that field, but after doing philosophy you learn that this capitalistic driven country is not that good of a deal.  But I also don't want to be broke for the rest of my life ( well I have some money right now but not close to what I need to feel comfortable)  However, everyone that I have really sat down and talked to about this "law thing" has told me that they think I would be good at it (now I don't know if they are just telling me that because they are my friends or if they really mean it)  I hope that they are being sincere about it.  And I know that you might say "well it doesn't matter what they think, it is you that matters" but I don't know if I agree with that, I count my friends as being me.  Okay let me explain, this blog is called "philosophical hum drum" so there has to be some philosophy, right?  If it weren't for my friends, I would not be the person that I am today, or even anywhere close.  My friends tell me who I am, now that does not discount my individuality but my individuality is simply an outcome of what my friends think of me.  It is not I that help define the group, but it is the group that defines me.  So I said all of that to say that the opinion of my friends does matter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now for the deep emotional stuff (this thing is already getting long, I wonder if anyone will read it all the way through, well first of all I have to tell people that it is here I guess)  Anyway, so I have been in this deep emotional state for awhile now.  I really feel that my life cannot move much further without someone to move with me.  It is very depressing sometimes not to have that, I feel lonely a lot.  I have great friends and they help greatly, but still there is that "thing" that I need.  There are times that I cannot focus on anything else, it completely consumes me.  So what am I to do about this?  I am not sure that anyone knows the answer to that.  I want to find "it".  I have never been the "go get'em type" like get out there and just ask some random person on the street to go to dinner, sometimes I wish I did have that in me, but I don't and can't seem to change that about myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, well I need to take this practice exam, so I will finish my ranting later.  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