i'm christina. i love. i love god. because he first loved me. i am not gay. gay is not my identity. i may have been born this way. maybe i allowed it to happen to me. some people are born blind. but blind is not who they are. i am a branch. only one branch. sometimes branches break. sometimes they are pruned. the vine is my identity. that's what matters.
Gaga has muted some of her wilder leanings, and, despite predictions of a politicized halftime show, that transformation was also on display during her performance.
The existential vacuum is why Donald Trump became President.
From Google: “If meaning is what we desire, then meaninglessness is a hole, an emptiness, in our lives. Whenever you have a vacuum, of course, things rush in to fill it. Frankl suggests that one of the most conspicuous signs of existential vacuum in our society is boredom.”
If you're wondering how in the heck this guy is our President, read this article I posted. But before you do, google Existential Vacuum.
This has been my theory all along, that if he won the presidency it would actually be a completely accurate representation of all of us, not just his voters. He did not get elected because we have more conservatives in American, and not because we are largely a racist xenophobic culture and nation, and not even just because we're fed up. It's because we are floundering and bored and have no identity as a people, and when we went looking for answers to all that on social media, there we found the genius of the Donald Trump campaign. Whether you voted for him or not, you clicked on stories about him and listened to his ranting on TV on more than a few occasions I'm gathering. And people who supported and voted for him bought with a blank check everything he said whether it was true or vulgar or otherwise. He is the real life ultimate representative of the tabloid culture we've cultivated and thrive on here in America. A culture created out of a lack of meaning, identity, and boredom. This is what happens when life becomes falsely easy.
If you're wondering what happens next....well, everything is going to change, and Donald Trump is just one chess piece on the board. Buckle up, folks. Hey, it might be good for us. Somehow.
Regardless, life goes on. It's wonderful and brilliant no matter what so love the people in your life and go one step farther than that...love your enemies...and you'll do just fine. Loving other people is usually where you find your real identity. Not in politics or on a screen or in having the biggest TV at Best Buy or the newest iPhone. If you feel empty ask yourself if there is an existential vacuum going on in your life. Then put down the screens and find something worth pursuing and loving and giving yourself to regardless of how hard it may be or what you have to sacrifice. That is the way to a great nation and a great world. More people doing that.
"Fukuyama, you see, believed that just because we'd reached the end of history didn't mean we'd stay in the end of history. That peace and prosperity might not be enough for some people, who would, "struggle for the sake of struggle," simply "out of a certain boredom" of living in a world that doesn't seem to have meaning or identity any more." from the article.
But much more chill environment. No playoffs. No arrogant obnoxious 9ers fans cause they aren’t winning. Not very many people. Took one of my mini buddies to his first game.
Mike Thomas with an impossible grab in my end zone. Ingram with his longest run yet and I got to see the hole and the lane before he did. What a view.
So much chill. So much family. Just a great day all together and thankful for the quality W
My Father has been waiting his whole life for this. And essentially, though I am A’s fan that means so have I.
I’ve wracked my brain hard. I can think of no sweeter sports victory than this, not even my dominating A’s from the 70′s and 80′s, except the Saints winning the Super Bowl.
My feelings are overwhelming because this win has so much more meaning to mean personal that I can expalin. My love for the game. The idea that (after a momentum changing magical rain delay) a drought can end in an instant.
And what a game 7. I knew that the cubs winning would be good for the game. As they faced the Giants in the NLDS I had to make that case to many of m Giant fan friends. It’s better for the game if they win. But boy did they blow the game off the map during that game 7. Pure magic. That was all I could feel sitting there reminiscing with family about being a kid and playing stick ball. Magic that roped in the most watched baseball game in 25 years.
Did America need these Red White and Blue wearing boys to win? Yes? Not to bring us back to some great past, but to propel us into an uncertain future with a reminder that anything great can happen, all droughts end, and nothing stays the same forever.
Magic. Pure magic. And boy are we going to need to remember it somehow for the next few years.
Game summary pretty easy for this week. The Saints finally beat the Seahawks after 6 years. In the dome. Sweet sweet revenge. I was supposed to be in NOLA at this game but scrapped my trip. I’m terribly sad I did but yet not because I sometimes can be bad luck.
The Moon, the Sun and the Earth are aligned. The Moon is in the shadow of the Earth, itself hiding the Sun. We are ready for the eclipse of the Moon, which gradually becomes red, redder and even redder.
By Sean Gregory On a late September afternoon, just before pitcher Kyle Hendricks will take the mound against the Pittsburgh Pirates, a handful of Chicago…
Observation – Jupiter
Jupiter is a gas planet that is the largest in the solar system. Its great red spot is an anticyclone three times the size of the Earth. Violent winds gusting at more than 500 km/h blow across its surface. Here is how Louis Moinet described it in 1848: “Jupiter shows us its alternately light and dark bands.”
Observation – Venus
Venus was named after the Roman goddess of Love and Beauty. Its size is almost equivalent to that of the Earth and its diameter is 95% that of our planet. Nonetheless, its major distinctive characteristic is its retrograde rotation.
And above all, it is the first to appear in the sky and the last to disappear. The brightest-shining star after the Sun and Moon, it is known as the Evening Star (or the étoile du berger = shepherd’s star in French), guiding travellers in their journeys…
She was a nomadic lover, a wanderer at heart.
She danced through life with the soul of a gypsy.
Making homes out of people, but never staying long enough to call them her own.
I thought maybe if I loved her enough, she could find my heart to be her forever place.
She was like a metaphor I didn’t understand
An excerpt of a book that I’d never get to read.
Reducing her to just a girl was like reducing poetry to just words. It was like reducing love to just a feeling, and war to a mere disagreement.
I couldn’t pin point home on a map, but I’d found it in her arms.
She no longer lived inside my chest, but she’d left her fingerprints on everything.
And even though I was just another stop on her path; She was my entire journey.
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