Fizzle

I don't know if I'm burnt out from lack of sleeping well, if I'm coming down with something, or if I'm just overly hor ... uh... amorous... but I'm kind of fizzled out right now...

Hopefully I'll sleep wonderfully tonight and be all refreshed and vibrant tomorrow.


In other news, apparently you can't park on the streets in SLC with expired license plates.

In other news, apparently my license plates are expired.

Patent

I am in the process of patenting my method for teaching foreign languages (I'm still in the searching for similar patents phase... none so far!).

I will be making a demo version of a software program utilizing said method.

I will hopefully be able to present this demo to the presidents of the company for which I work.

The presidents will hopefully be as excited as I am about the possibilities, benefits, and implications of my method.

Then hopefully one of my ideas for software will finally be more than 'just an idea' !

That's the plan, anyway...

The Translator

During my sit-down plea with my parents, asking them for understanding, I was truly (albeit figuratively) floored by what my parents were relaying to me as their experiences, feelings, and thoughts as they were praying about me.

You see, what they were saying was almost exactly, word-for-word (literally) what I felt I was getting from the Spirit. The difference, however, came from the translations thereof.

It's actually quite amazing how translations of the virtually same message can be so different -- quite amazing.

(off topic: I just saw a commercial for high fructose corn syrup... ha... oh yeah, I can fast forward...)

I noticed that there are a lot of different biases that affect a translation.

My parents hold a framework of what can and cannot be possible. My translation simply is not possible within this framework. (Please note, I'm not saying they are necessarily wrong.)

My translation was formed according to the scriptures -- and the thoughts concerning these scriptures -- I was reading when the believed revelations came. (Please note, I believe that revelation comes through a connection to the Spirit and not through that which connected one to the Spirit... if that makes sense.)

(off topic: Does anyone know a good tailor in the SLC area? Maybe I should learn.)

Of course, one only need look at the different religions rooted in the words of the Bible to see how drastic translations of the same message can differ -- and then look at history to see what sorts of things affected these translations.

... so, I guess my question is: How do we know what translation (if any) is the true translation?

Applying this question to my situation: On one hand, I have those whom I believe are men of God saying one thing with my parents backing them up... then on the other hand, I have a very different personal feeling telling me another thing.

At first, this dilemma was very troubling to me... it caused a lot of conflict and confusion... but then I took a deep breath and trusted those whom I believe are men of God.

"WHAT!?" you say?

Well, there's something else that these men teach: an individual has the most authority when it comes to personal revelation.

Of course, I say this so casually and lightheartedly... but it's quite a heavy decision to make, and it takes a terrible amount of self-trust... extremely difficult to come by... and easily exhausted.

Meerkats and Christians

I had an interesting dream a few nights ago.

It took place in an African desert and was focused on an older, female meerkat who had yet to find a mate. (I don't even know if meerkats mate for life... but anyway...)

There was some sort of ceremony or something where a bunch of meerkats were gathered together. During such this ceremony, the older, female meerkat met eyes with an older, male meerkat.

She batted her eyes and, blushingly, looked away. He smiled and stepped a little closer. There was that romantic, gooshy atmosphere for a few minutes until, finally, they started to run towards each other.

Then ~WHACK~ the female is hit by the front wheel of a landing plane -- a plane carrying a group of Christians (I was one of them). We noticed the injured meerkat (which was thrown several yards) right away. We were very concerned and began immediately to find the medical supplies to heal the meerkat -- I think one of the Christians was a doctor.

Somehow, we ended up at an abandoned drive-in movie theatre where I was able to find (in the men's bathroom) a first-aid kit that had the sufficient tools to help the meerkat.

Soon, we were back to the plane, performing surgery on the injured animal...

... but I woke up before I found out if she ended up okay or not.

Oh gay

I listen to Accubroadway whilst I program, and today, a couple hours before quitting time, I was feeling a little lulled, thinking, "... I don't know how I"m going to finish this game..."

Then 'Good Morning Baltimore' from Hairspray came on, and I perked right up...

I'm so gay.

Oreo shells

I do not like Oreo shells (the black cookie part)... I throw them away after eating the good part.

It's very wasteful.

I do not buy Oreos.

Où est-il allé, le sommeil ?

I have not been sleeping well at all lately.

I blame the Eskimos.