Strike Zone is playing the Fish tonight. I am really excited about it. There's a lot of hype surrounding the show because of All In's CD release and the new "cool" band Year One. We are playing first so if you're coming get there early. We've cut our set-list down considerably, and I'm not sure how that's going to go. In all, we probably only have about 20 minutes worth of music. We should either get on the ball with these new songs or keep playing some of the old favorites.
I am very tired. Not enough sleep the last couple of days.
This weekend I am going to be domestic. I was debating on working at my house or going to the leadership retreat. I feel like working in my yard/garage and then having a beer sounds like the right plan :) This is what I hope to accomplish: till up my garden, replant my garden, plant a tree, sweep the driveway, clean the garage, build workbench. I've been meaning to build that stupid bench for months. That is truly the project that may never be completed.
I've enjoyed my youth duties this week for the most part. We are making great progress on the lock-ins and we've come up with some really amazing/out-of-the-box ideas. The team is phenomenal, I could have never imagined some of this stuff.
I've been reading some of the classifieds on CraigsList. If you've ever been to CL you know what I'm talking about. I wonder if I should put something on there, and if I did what would it say. Probably something like: insanely hot 24 year youth minister/software engineer looking for cool chick with no drama who wants to be friends first. Of course then I'd have to put my picture on there.
I'm worried about my brother, again. He lost his girlfriend, again. He's been very quiet and reserved, not wanting to talk to anyone about anything...again. Last time it was bad, but I was living with him so I felt like I could kinda keep an eye on him.
Grace and Peace, Zane
Showing posts with label random thought. Show all posts
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Friday, September 5, 2008
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Random Thought
At first this just seemed like a phase I was going through. It was such a random thought I assumed I would eventually forget it and how weird it was.
But this once random day-dream has now become an intriguing little thought.
Sometimes I think...what if I had a tail. Not like a little yorkie nub, or a long straight labrador tail. I mean like a long pelted tail like a lion or a tiger. In my mind, it is silver gray and it reaches all the way past the top of my head. I imagine a lot of people have tails, but not everybody. Being born with a tail is often genetic, but sometimes its random. Having a tail is similar to being red-headed. Only a relatively small percent of the population is with tail. A lot of people think having a tail makes you attractive. Someone even created an artificial tail prosthesis. Some people have dog-like tails, some people have feline-like tails such as mine. The feline tail is highly desirable because it is more flexible, though not as strong as the dog-like tail. My tail got injured a few times. Once playing football it was almost broken by being stepped on. Another time my tail was sprained when Noelle tried to swing from it as I was sitting on the porch at the lake.
Isn't that strange? In my head there is an entire race of humans with tails.
The more I think about this, the more I realize how applicable this is to social science. As a human, without a tail, I often find myself desiring to look like someone else. I want to be thin, I want to be muscular, I want to be taller, I want to have a better nose, red-less ears, thicker hair. Call me superficial, shallow, whatever. But honestly, when you imagine yourself in your dreams do you look exactly like you look in real life? I know I don't.
In my mind, everybody wants to have a tail. No matter how impractical or ridiculous it is, everybody wants a tail.
Interesting fact, I've never seen cats. Which is not exactly relevant because Cats is a story where humans play cats that have human-like qualities. Whereas, in my mind we are humans who have cat/dog like qualities.
But this once random day-dream has now become an intriguing little thought.
Sometimes I think...what if I had a tail. Not like a little yorkie nub, or a long straight labrador tail. I mean like a long pelted tail like a lion or a tiger. In my mind, it is silver gray and it reaches all the way past the top of my head. I imagine a lot of people have tails, but not everybody. Being born with a tail is often genetic, but sometimes its random. Having a tail is similar to being red-headed. Only a relatively small percent of the population is with tail. A lot of people think having a tail makes you attractive. Someone even created an artificial tail prosthesis. Some people have dog-like tails, some people have feline-like tails such as mine. The feline tail is highly desirable because it is more flexible, though not as strong as the dog-like tail. My tail got injured a few times. Once playing football it was almost broken by being stepped on. Another time my tail was sprained when Noelle tried to swing from it as I was sitting on the porch at the lake.
Isn't that strange? In my head there is an entire race of humans with tails.
The more I think about this, the more I realize how applicable this is to social science. As a human, without a tail, I often find myself desiring to look like someone else. I want to be thin, I want to be muscular, I want to be taller, I want to have a better nose, red-less ears, thicker hair. Call me superficial, shallow, whatever. But honestly, when you imagine yourself in your dreams do you look exactly like you look in real life? I know I don't.
In my mind, everybody wants to have a tail. No matter how impractical or ridiculous it is, everybody wants a tail.
Interesting fact, I've never seen cats. Which is not exactly relevant because Cats is a story where humans play cats that have human-like qualities. Whereas, in my mind we are humans who have cat/dog like qualities.
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