I am currently watching a documentary about people with hyperthymesia: exceptional autobiographic memory.
There is one topic in Christianity that garners a great deal of attention–and yet many people know very little about it. This is the topic of heaven, and what it will be like. The popularity of this topic can be seen in the interest in near-death experiences. However, the idea that most people have of heaven is highly inaccurate in terms of what the Bible actually says.
I recently accepted a job as my church’s summer youth pastor. I was surprised by the suggestion at first, but then realized that I’ve done a lot of teaching of teenagers in my career, and I’m a pretty knowledgeable layperson, so it actually makes sense. My only misgiving was with my health and related issues: I knew that being a youth pastor could be physically grueling and involve a lot of activities I don’t particularly enjoy, so I thought some of the job might be tough. And then I had some interesting conversations this morning with one of the women who works with the youth group.
I had always heard the name D. H. Lawrence pronounced with reverence–heck, they even quoted him on Star Trek!–and so I believed he must be a great author. That is, until I was assigned his novel Women in Love in one of my literature courses.
I’ve continued on with the oil painting. I did that one based on the photo of the tree farm:
…this video will be my first stop for brainstorming ideas.
How about a twentieth-century person who was cryogenically frozen, their brain reconstructed as a computer, their body reconstructed, flown to an alien planet with others in order to start their own civilization? Oh, and they can pick extra senses to have attached to their bodies…
To all those men–
Yes, and women too–
Who have thought I would look better
With a smaller waist:
I will not take up less space for your convenience.
Usually I wouldn’t post something without any commentary, but this video is awesome and kind of speaks for itself.
For many years now, I have described myself as a synaesthete. For those unfamiliar with the term, it refers to someone who experiences a mixing of the senses: people who can taste music, or hear colors. I remember my ninth-grade health teacher describing synaesthesia in those who were on hallucinogens, and putting up my hand to tell him that some people experienced that ALL the time, and that I was one of them. I think the kids would have thought I was just permanently on hallucinogens, if they didn’t know I was such a goody-two-shoes.
So, those who have been following my blog for a bit know that I’ve been having health and mood issues for the past year or so. Well, I’ve entered yet another chapter of this epic saga, and thought I would give you an update.
Art thou ready, Harold?