Turning 31 in a number of days, and life has just gotten me privied to a lot of bullshit. The older we get, the more cynical we become. The glass is still half full, but I'm just running out of time to be playing the game of putting up with bullshit.
You smell it, you know it, you step in it, and you wear it for a while. Hell, you practice it and folks can smell you a mile away like a hungry lion and a pack of gazelles.
To an extent we all bullshit to get what we want but inherently good people know how to play it. Selfish unaware people use it with reckless abandon. It's gotta be up to you to stop it before it starts. Have a sense of ownership people, own your bullshit, don't make others choke on it.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Beer
In 2006, my then fiance bought me a home brew kit, sensing our new found freedom of no school or studying for boards, she appropriately guessed my curiosity in the art of brewing that magical elixir.
And like any zealot, I brewed with a furious purpose, turning out good brew after good brew. My two masterpieces were the Christmas Ale and the I.P.A. High gravity were these magical mixtures of hops, grain, and malt. The boys (certainly not men) at my bachelor party tea totaled my brew in favor of their water downed miller lite...as my dad says, "They just can't hang with the Jacobs".
And then I disappeared from the brewery map. Completely..for almost 2 years when finally my wife said, "You gonna finally brew me some beer?"
Two weeks later, I have one batch ready to bottle, and one in the percolator, and have found a newly awakened sense to brew. To me, brewing is working with your hands. It's like music, painting, cooking...all of which I enjoy immensely because it deals with making order out of disorder...my life's work. I find a sense of purpose of making a bunch of water, grains, malt, and hops turn into something magical to drink. Same as braising 40 clove chicken, learning a new song, or painting a new picture to hang in your house.
Next for me, picking back up the watercolors, music, and the fun hobbies I used to relish in a few years ago. I'd like to write a book, just can't find the storyline...
A snippet in the life of Matty, it's random goodness.
And like any zealot, I brewed with a furious purpose, turning out good brew after good brew. My two masterpieces were the Christmas Ale and the I.P.A. High gravity were these magical mixtures of hops, grain, and malt. The boys (certainly not men) at my bachelor party tea totaled my brew in favor of their water downed miller lite...as my dad says, "They just can't hang with the Jacobs".
And then I disappeared from the brewery map. Completely..for almost 2 years when finally my wife said, "You gonna finally brew me some beer?"
Two weeks later, I have one batch ready to bottle, and one in the percolator, and have found a newly awakened sense to brew. To me, brewing is working with your hands. It's like music, painting, cooking...all of which I enjoy immensely because it deals with making order out of disorder...my life's work. I find a sense of purpose of making a bunch of water, grains, malt, and hops turn into something magical to drink. Same as braising 40 clove chicken, learning a new song, or painting a new picture to hang in your house.
Next for me, picking back up the watercolors, music, and the fun hobbies I used to relish in a few years ago. I'd like to write a book, just can't find the storyline...
A snippet in the life of Matty, it's random goodness.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Does God want us to become God?
Just read a book that got me thinking about the general consensus in religion is that "God is in control, and we are merely fallible humans, vessels waiting to be beamed up to that great gig in the sky while we fritter about like busy chipmunks".
Really? I just don't know if I buy that logic. I believe in a God, I believe we were created by..well, let's just call it "Him"...but why create a bunch of fallible humans, let them run around creating and destroying and then decide to finally "beam them up"?
What's with the wait? Why not create people in your image and live happily ever after? Why make us serve penance for some lady eating an apple that a snake told her to eat. Really? We are still on earth because someone chose to be curious about a piece of fruit?
Cowering from an omnipotent being, always asking for forgiveness, please do this, please do that, and living in fear that "He" might smite you because you said a bad word is a horrible state to live in. So why are there so many people who choose to be religious? Always "Afraid" of God...always passively praying and asking "Him" to fix things for you when you have the know how to fix it yourself, or it just can't be fixed.
Not saying I don't believe in miracles, not saying I don't pray...I just don't agree that we are "just some passive imperfect lumps of flesh waiting around for God to come and rescue us from our intrepid world". Why would God create people and then be so angry with them that they have to cower, and only talk to you in prostrate, and say, "I'm so sorry, I'm only human, I'm so imperfect, please fix my life?"
So, my thought is, God created us in His image to become gods. Think about it...why were we given the ability of reason? Why has science progressed so far if we are just biding our time before we are rescued from this planet? In my eyes, we are godlike...we may not be the "Supreme Architect of the Universe" (as the Masons call it), but we were put here for something. Where we go after we die scares me because I don't know. I'd hope we continue doing something, and I'd hate to realize that we just hung around for a few seconds just to push the pendulum a little further for the next generation. But think about it, are we not designed to become like God if "He" created us in "His" image?
Interesting musing don't you think?
Really? I just don't know if I buy that logic. I believe in a God, I believe we were created by..well, let's just call it "Him"...but why create a bunch of fallible humans, let them run around creating and destroying and then decide to finally "beam them up"?
What's with the wait? Why not create people in your image and live happily ever after? Why make us serve penance for some lady eating an apple that a snake told her to eat. Really? We are still on earth because someone chose to be curious about a piece of fruit?
Cowering from an omnipotent being, always asking for forgiveness, please do this, please do that, and living in fear that "He" might smite you because you said a bad word is a horrible state to live in. So why are there so many people who choose to be religious? Always "Afraid" of God...always passively praying and asking "Him" to fix things for you when you have the know how to fix it yourself, or it just can't be fixed.
Not saying I don't believe in miracles, not saying I don't pray...I just don't agree that we are "just some passive imperfect lumps of flesh waiting around for God to come and rescue us from our intrepid world". Why would God create people and then be so angry with them that they have to cower, and only talk to you in prostrate, and say, "I'm so sorry, I'm only human, I'm so imperfect, please fix my life?"
So, my thought is, God created us in His image to become gods. Think about it...why were we given the ability of reason? Why has science progressed so far if we are just biding our time before we are rescued from this planet? In my eyes, we are godlike...we may not be the "Supreme Architect of the Universe" (as the Masons call it), but we were put here for something. Where we go after we die scares me because I don't know. I'd hope we continue doing something, and I'd hate to realize that we just hung around for a few seconds just to push the pendulum a little further for the next generation. But think about it, are we not designed to become like God if "He" created us in "His" image?
Interesting musing don't you think?
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