I went to Belrose tonight. It was awesome. Helen did a really good sermon. It’s actually helping me with a project I am working on too. Tonight was like one of the good St Pete’s nights of old. Without all the personal relationship ickyness of that place and time. Just good fun and lots of laughter. Tom and Howie threw devon at Helen’s car. Very silly.
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I think that if I were to get married I would like to have a prenuptial aggreement.
It would be a very simple document stating that in the case of a divorce, one third of our total acquired wealth, would go to my former wife, and one third to me. The remaining third would go to a charitable organisation. I really like the idea of making it so that in the case of divorce there would be a finicial acknowledgement that seperated we are less. Plus it’s also got the nice symbolism of God having an equal share in our relationship.
What do my readers think?
Just got back from voting. It was about a 10 minute round trip. Not bad I say. I even numbered 1 to 10 for the councillors in my Ward. Not that I had any clear idea’s just went randomly among the groups I didn’t mind.
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Once I thought I would lose Tom to a place called Belrose. I thought that I would so lose much. Imagine my suprise when I found not only was Tom not lost, but that he brought others into the fold. And then these others, brought more others. All of them lovely people. Each quite fun to be around.
I once thought Belrose was a hole and never really thought much of it. I never thought to stop in Belrose. Now I still think Belrose is a hole but I believe that it is a fun place. I like it a lot.
I once thought that I could do poetry and that was what this was to be. However any skills at poetry I have are to do with death and love. And love poems get to corny. So this is why this is not a poem. That and its 12:30am. Time for me to get some sleep me thinks.
No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
BEHIND BLUE EYES
Got Howies email now I can go to bed.
“I might be love’s bitch but at least I am man enough to admit it.”
Spike, in Lovers Walk Buffy Season 3.
I have so much work to do at the moment. I was at work until after 9.30pm tonight. Don’t know if stuff will work for the demo tommorow. Got Uni all day tommorow so can’t help with that. I have so much Uni work to at the moment. I feel very tired. Monday was a good day, today was a long day wonder what tomorrow will be. Just got to keep going.
Breathe, keep breathing
Don’t lose your nerve
Breathe, keep breathing
I can’t do this alone
Exit Music for a Film Radiohead.
I am scared, I am in a really good mood on a Monday morning. What is wrong with me?
I now on “onegeek.net”.
How cool is that?
I heard a sermon tonight that talked about the three layers of marital love. The three layers he talked about where passion/romance love, friendship love, and commitment love. It said some things that quite annoyed me.
One it suggested that God was going to provide you with your wife/husband. This implied that there was something wrong if you never ended up getting married.
The second was that it was suggested that, in dating friendship love was the thing to seek and that commitment love only happens at the altar. It also said that unconditional love was only shared by married people and God and humans. I think that this is a flawed argument. I personally have many friends that whatever they did I would still love them. I might not be able to continue to relate to them in some extreme cases but I would still love them.
Part of my problem I think is the use of absolute and overly simplified terms, to describe human relationships. I don’t think it works. I understand the need to simplify things, so we can get our heads around them. It’s what I do as an engineer in training. Engineers work with models of the world that make it easier to calculate things, and work out solutions to problems. You never forget though that what you have worked out is based on a model which assumes a great many things that may not be true. If the model is good you might not have too many problems when you use your solution in the real world. Sometimes though your models don’t work at all in the real world.
I think if we recognised the assumptions and simplification of psychological models and religious models we would deal with real world complexity much better.
I sick of hearing about sex in churches. It is getting to be quite boring and tiresome. I wouldn’t mind so much if people had something new to say.
Right now the equation I’ve been hearing is:
Sex is God’s gift to married people and
therefore:
SEX + MARRIAGE = GOOD
SEX + SINGLE = BAD.
I think this is quite superficial. I think that there can be bad sex within marriages, and possibly good sex outside of marriage. I am not talking about enjoyment/pleasure here by the way, I am talking about emotional and mental health. That’s the thing I like about the Uniting Church’s thing on healthy relationships, it suggests a more complete picture.
Anyway that’s my two cents about that.
I decided to walk home from Turramurra tonight. Even though it had been raining and it probably would rain again. I thought it wouldn’t really get that heavy. So I walked by the Quix where I got myself a Coca Cola Buddy, and then continued walking towards home. It started raining at Warrawee but only fairly lightly, I considered catching a train from there, but I thought what would Howie do. I got near Wahroonga shop’s and it was starting to get heavier. I was nearly home so I thought I should just press on. By the time I got to the pedestrian bridge over the freeway though it was pouring down. It kept on getting heavier. There was no where to seek shelter so I just kept on going. I arrived home quite wet. But not that wet. My shirt pants and jumper were soaked but my underwear was not.