Perfect for the Resurrection Season

"Once you accept your own death, all of a sudden you're free to live. You no longer care about your reputation. You no longer care except so far as your life can be used tactically to promote a cause you believe in."-Saul Alinsky

My new goal is to accept my death. After all, it is a reality that we all must face sooner or later in life, so why not just get it over with? I figure that if I end up in a warzone one of these days, having this mentality could be most beneficial for success. Which is better: a warrior that is only focused on self-survival, or a warrior that has accepted death and can focus on the mission at hand?

Perhaps the five stages of grief will be the process to use in this situation: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. So, let the denial begin (and end quickly, I hope). For some reason this idea reminds me of another quote which I feel needs no introduction:
"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."

I would write a song about life, but John Mayer beat me to it, and his is much better.

A Question has been plaguing me lately.

Do I have what it takes to take a life?


If I play my cards right, I may be forced into such a scenario. Only then can the question really be answered.

Capstone: The Beginning

I finally started researching for my capstone. I have yet to figure out what my research question is, but I will get there soon enough. I know my variables will have something to do with a) Christianity, and b)Republicans. While in today's world they go together hand-in-hand, I would like to show that thier core values are actually quite different. I have a couple of articles now, and about 30 to go. I started reading them, but decided to learn this song instead:

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"

I have wanted to share this poem for a long time now. Here it is.


"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"
by William Wordsworth


I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

My Fajitas

Ingredients:
.25 Green Bell Peppers
.25 Red Bell Peppers
.25 White Onion
2 Chicken Thighs
Chili Powder
Onion Powder
Garlic Powder
roughly 1 oz. butter
4 Flour Tortillas
Taco Cheese

Grill chicken. Cut up bell peppers and onions to your desire. Once chicken is done, cut it up into pieces. With a skillet, heat butter until melted. Add bell peppers, onions, and chicken to skillet. Cook with low heat, stirring frequently for a few minutes. Add a small amount of chili powder, along with a decent amount of garlic and onion powder (amount is subject to taste). After a few more minutes of stirring, stop heat. Cook tortillas and add contents of skillet with cheese to tortillas and fold. Enjoy.

Non so perche, ma stasera, mi sento nervoso. Penso che la vita ci offre volte difficile e dobbiamo lavorare tragli. Ma questo non si sente simili a quel. Voglio sentirsi como mi sono sentito l'ultima settimana. Non posso andare tra tempo, ma posso fare il migliore con che ho.

Devo pensare molto, e che faccio il migliore.