Tuesday, January 30, 2007

My New Favourite Friend

Went to Dan's place tonight and fell in love with Charlie.

Charlie was quite the turn on... gnawing at my big toes, my thumbs and the rest of my fingers.

But she's waaaay too young for me - having only been born several weeks ago.

And not to mention the fact that she's a bitch, but she's my bitch... even though she's living at Dan & Melissa's place.

If there's one thing that makes me go all googoo it's little staffie pups.

I love em to bits.

(Just be sure no one tells Jon and his staffie Foxy... she might get jealous.)

A Quote For The Blokes

To get the best out of a man go to what is best in him.
- Daniel Considine


You know it has been ages since I've had a lemon cheesecake in me, although, when I was down in Albany I did have a slice of something that came pretty close.

Monday, January 29, 2007

Male Bonding

If I start this blog by stating that at camp I slept with two different blokes both nights it will kinda give the wrong impression.

But it's true... it's just that we never slept in the same bed.

Ok, now that I have that qualified I'll move on...

On the first night Mark and I slept in the vacant dorm next door - only because Gav was snoring his head off which made it terribly difficult for the rest of us to sleep. As the night wore on talk between us moved from his trip that he did in the States (that he did during Christmas) to chics.

In fact, during his time in the U.S. of A. Mark was able to meet a special someone - talk about quick! When I asked what she did Mark explained that she worked with girls who had been raped, I found this somewhat strange initially, but when he added that she had been raped by 6 guys at the tender age of 15 my heart wept... and then I wanted to hit something.

"What would you do if your daughter or wife were raped?" he asked.
I knew my words were going to be very un-Christian, especially in a setting such as this... a church camp... but I said it regardless, "To be honest mate, I'd probably kill the guys who did it."

The room fell silent.

Oops, maybe I should'nt have said that, I thought.

"Me too," Mark whispered, "and it's a shame that she blames God for what happened so it's been difficult to teach her about the gospel."

It is a shame that whenever anything bad happens God will always get the wrap for it - even if that person never believes in a God in the first place! But I can guarantee that the idiots that did such an act to this girl weren't godly men.

Then why did God let it happen? If God is all-powerful and all-mighty and stuff why didn't he stop it?

This is the problem with freewill - we have the freedom to choose whatever we want to do and herein lies the conundrum - if everything everyone did was "good", how would we know it was "good"? We wouldn't know what good was unless we knew was bad was too. Now God gave us a manual to help us live good lives (he created us so you'd think he'd know a thing or two about us), but he also warned us on what would happen if we ever did anything bad... "For the wages of sin is death." (Rom 6:23)

I don't wish it upon anyone that they be a victim of any bad act whether it be theft, rape or murder. But unfortunately as the world continues to neglect the very God who created it we're going to get worse and worse.

Anyhoo, second night was with Matty who proposed to his woman at the end of last year. So conversations with him were a little different compared to Mark's, but unfortunately Matty's conversations continued even when he slept...

As I was laying there trying to find a comfortable cool position in bed (which was impossible), I heard Matty yell out, "It's okay, it's okay."

I quickly sprang out of bed expecting some boys from a nearby dorm to be invading with shaving cream and toothpaste bombs but alas there was no one. Went I back to bed I slowly was beginning to drift off to sleep but just as I was about to Matty yelled out again, "Watch the door!"

I sprang out of bed again and looked out at our doors that we had left wide open to allow the slightly-less-than-hotter-in-here heat seep into our dorm... but again it was nothing.

Aw dude, is this going to be happening all night! I put my pillow over my head and through suffocation I eventually fell asleep.

However, it wasn't long until I awoke again with a startle, but this time it wasn't Matty it was now the very double doors we had left open - they were now bashing against each other due to the strong gusty winds that had suddenly come from the lightning storm that night.

It was this third awakening and I knew I wasn't going to be in the best of moods the next day. The remainder of the night was spent trying to find the once lost comfortable position, but when the doors were closed the humidity in the room built up and our room now had turned into a sauna.

I don't think I barely slept a wink that night.

At the end of the camp (the next day) my brother called asking if I could help him move house today... "Dude, I'm so friggin tired, and sore I'd be more of a hindrance than a help."

Sorry bro.

I would've helped, but I had one hell of a night.

I hope everything went ok with your move... especially considering it was 40-odd degrees that day!!

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Australia Day Long Weekend.

I wish for this post that I had some photos to show you guys, but alas I didn't take my camera with me to camp so I'll have to steal some photos to help illustrate a point. And to help keep eveything together I'm going to employ Dana's technique by using points to make an entire post...

  • Perth has been sooooooo friggin hot over the last couple of days - the daily high temperatures have been around 42C (107F).


  • This hasn't made for good camping weather... especially at camps that have no aircon and you need to sleep on the floor to keep cool(ish).


  • However, the heat was forgotten during the spectacular heavenly display we got from Woodman Point. Not only did we see the fireworks from Perth and Fremantle, but we had an AWESOME view of the lightning storm that came across Perth from the ocean. Here's one classic pic someone took of the occassion from the hills...


    One such newspaper even wrote the headline...
    Nature Steals Skyshow's Thunder


  • Apparently the fireworks display in Perth was cut short due to one of the barges catching on fire! Yes, believe me it really was that hot in Perth that night, but I suppose no other fireworks display in Australia could boast such a finale! ;op


  • I never knew the camp had water beds until I awoke in a lather of sweat on the Friday night... I barely slept a wink. I don't mind the heat, just so long as I can sleep. When it gets too hot to sleep I can't stand the heat.


  • We still have the lightning storm cracking above our heads tonight... in fact, after ordering Japanese takeaway tonight a friend and I were only meters of being struck by lightning!!! Thankfully we were in the car, but we were that close that we felt the sand and stones that the lightning had struck flick the car's windshield and even the violent vibrations!! As I sat my eyes were wide open and I said...

    "Dude that was awesome!!... Did you see that?... Man, did you see how the lightning bolt disintegrated into little pieces once it hit the ground?"

    >:-o

    So there I was enjoying myself on what I had just witnessed (and had no doubt come to within inches of my life), while my friend was crapping his pants rocking back and forth in the foetal position sucking his thumb!


  • Lastly, if there's one thing I love about Australia Day - it's chics wearing the Australian Flag Bikini. >;o) *faints*

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Hot Thai

Went out with friends to a new Thai restuarant that is owned by my someone my friends know.

As I scanned the menu an interesting item grabbed me in the favourites section so I ordered it: Chicken & Paw-Paw Salad. I used to love eating dried paw-paw when I was a kid and haven't had it in ages.

However, after taking my first large bite into my meal my tastbuds nearly shot through the roof of my head... IT WAS SUPER SPICY!!!

AIYA!

That meal burned, and I was glad we had some gelato icecream to douse my flames after our meal.

But the weirdest thing about the ordeal is that I still have a strange after-taste in my mouth!? I've tried a whole variety of foods to try and get rid of the taste, but nothing seems to work.

Maybe my tastebuds are dead... and this is what they taste like?!

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Art What??

My last correspondence with the chic from high school went a little like this:

HER EMAIL: I'm studying psychology in hope of becoming an art therapist.

MY REPLY: An art therapist, eh? Is that someone who helps you get over really bad art? There's plenty of it around these days... especially in public places - I'm sure you'll never be out of work!

Obviously my attempt at humour didn't go down too well as I haven't heard from her since.

Then again I think anyone involved in art is super-sensitive and should steer clear of me.

Oh well.

Everybody's Moving

During the weekend I helped Dan & Melissa move into the church's house.

It's good to finally know someone that actually lives in the area as I live practically on the same road the church is on and it's not a long road.

But this weekend my brother and his wife are also moving house, and will be needing a hand (preferably two). I don't know how we're all going to go considering it's going to be in the high 30's temperature wise! Eeek!

(I hope there's a beach nearby!)

So I don't know what it is lately but it seems to be the season for moving house for newlyweds... must be something in the water?!

Australia Day Camp

This Friday is Australia Day - a day where Aussies celebrate... being... Aussies!?

This year though I wont be celebrating Australia Day watching the fireworks on my lonesome, but rather enjoying some good company at a combined church camp down at Woodman Point.

The Woodman Point area was where I used to do my beach jogging every day - it was great. So I know this area like the back of me hand!

Anyhoo, I hope we all have an enjoyable time down there. And to all Aussies during the long weekend - have a great safe holiday!

Infamous History

Although I don't have any photos of myself on my MySpace account (that I created many moons ago - and never use) I get strange messages from people who have either attended or are attending the same high school I went to. Most of the messages are from teenagers who have no idea who I am, but yesterday I received a message from a chic who was in my brother's year (3 years below me).

It didn't take her long to know who I was, and she reminded me of my final year's history class where I had a boom box for a teacher.

And all he ever seemed to yell was my name down the school's corridor - and not once did any teacher ever complain (well he was also the deputy principal, so maybe that had something to do with it?).

See, history class was always straight after lunch. This proved to be quite troublesome considering I loved my basketball and it would take me anywhere between 5 and 10 minutes to get from the basketball court to my locker where I'd grab my books to my history class.

Now history class wasn't the most exciting of classes - especially the way Mr. Boom Box presented it. All he ever did was pull out an overhead transparency, turn the overhead on, and then tell us to write them down. His philosophy was that by writing down his notes it would pass through our brain down to our hand - and thereby we'd be able to recall what he had wrote.

Ah, no dude. Ever heard the saying: "The lights are on but nobody's home"?

Well that was me during history class - I was on autopilot.

It was a shame though, because my history teacher in the previous year was far better - he'd bring history class alive by dressing up as historical characters and every once in a while do a play, or a game.

Yep, I had the teacher from hell for my final history year - and my grades showed it.

To help improve my marks Mr. Boom Box thought that I should be on time to his class as everyone else did and they were getting better marks than me.

Ah, no dude, my grades would improve if you went and jumped in the lake, and brought in my previous year's history teacher.

So every week, without fail I'd be either at my locker, or at my bag, and I'd hear a loud,
"RYAN [SURNAME] YOU ARE LATE - GET HERE NOW."

The first time it happened all the other classrooms stopped what they were doing and looked outside their windows to see what was going on. Was a kid going to get a beating?

Most of the time my ambling to class in plain view would make his eyes pop. Other times I'd pretend to jog to class, stop, pretend that I forgot something and jog in the opposite direction to wherever I had to go to pretend to get that something I forgot - making his eyes pop again.

Then there was the time when I wasn't even at school - I was sick with the flu. According to one of my classmates he screamed my name walked up and down the corridors before eventually being told by the secretary that I was absent. I think I wasted a whole 15 minutes of class time for my mates even though I wasn't even at school!

Then there'd be the times where he'd yell and I'd be right behind him, and other times when I'd already be in class!!?!

I began to think that maybe this teacher had "issues" and that maybe he was ostracised from all the other teachers and after lunch time he'd vent out his frustration by yelling my name out several times. All the kids in my class chuckled every time this happened, in fact, they'd arrive early to class just to see what would happen, and they laughed the hardest on the day he yelled my name and I yelled back from within the classroom!

(And to think that I had that cute red head in my class too - obviously I wasn't creating the best of impressions.)

Yep, history class was up there as one of the worst classes I ever had during my high school years. I remember at the very end of the year my grade mark was 45% - anything below 50% was generally known as a fail. When Mr Boom Box had presented everyone with their grade mark he privately came over to me and said,

"Ryan, I'm supposed to fail you for the mark you have in this class."

Oh great, I thought, how am I going to explain an F on my report card to my folks?

"But I'm going to be lenient," he continued, "and give you a D."

Then he just stared at me hoping I'd kiss his feet, or give him a big hug, but all I could muster was a curt smile and a small unfelt "Thanks."

I still want you to go jump in the lake though.

So, I guess if I ever were to visit my old high school I'd probably hear my name still echoing amongst its halls and corridors.

Ah, the annals of history... or as I'd like to put it - with reference to my history teacher - the anal of history.

Changing A Man

Read a funny quote today...


"The only time a woman really succeeds in changing a man is when he is a baby."
- Natalie Wood

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Valley of the Giants

During our trip down south one of the more popular tourist destinations we went to was the Valley of the Giants.

The last time I visited this place it was with my brother, my ex, Jon-Jon and his sister... we had a ball, and this year was no different.


















- kind of like looking into a mirror really. :)


- do you realise how hard it is to put my trunks on?



So that was the Valley of the Giants! Beautiful day, beautiful views, beautiful people.

Monday, January 15, 2007

The Longest 16km Of My Life

By far the worst thing I had done in 2006 was on the 30th December doing a 16km hike to Bald Head in Albany.

Although, reflecting back upon it, I'm kinda glad I pushed myself and did it... along with my folks.

However, one very important lesson I learnt was to obey the warning signs.

Here's how the trek unfolded...

On the 30th December I woke up and asked anyone if they were interested to go hiking to Bald Head. Everyone thought I was crazy (and they were right), but being the intrepid explorer that I am I decided to go anyway. Out of courtesy I asked my folks if they were up for a long walk and they agreed to do it.

Great! Now I've got some company... and no doubt they appreciated the "alone time" as they probed my thoughts on Karina!

Anyhoo, the Bald Head track didn't seem to daunting initially. I mean, when you look at the sign you can see that it really didn't look like much at all...


- X marks where we are and the dotted line is the path we will take... looks easy doesn't it?

Our first stop overlooked the salmon holes bay... a good spot for fishing (when the salmon are running), swimming, and snorkelling.



At this point I was already beginning to feel the pinch, I began to think twice about possibly going ALL the way, but then I thought to myself - "It probably isn't this bad ALL the way."

And no, it isn't... it actually gets much worse!

In fact, before we proceeded any further we were faced with a strange DANGER sign...


- now there are several things I want you to observe on this danger sign: 1) it should only be attempted by the "fit and well prepared" - I'm definitely not fit, and the only thing I came well prepared with was my brand-new-never-worn-before hiking boots; (2) "Carry ample drinking water" - well I've packed about half a litre that should be enough, surely? (3) "Wear long trousers" - no thanks, my legs are fine; (4) "Do not attempt to return via the beaches" - okay, well for now just keep that one in memory.

After laughing at how ridiculous the sign was I told my folks that we'd be fine and that there was nothing to worry about.

When we passed Isthmus Hill we all had a clear shot of where we needed to get too - this looks waaaay too easy. And they said it would take 6 to 8 hours return trip?? You've got to be kidding me? I reckon we could do that in an hour!


- the end of Bald Head is at the rocky bit on the far right hand side that looks like one of those Hippos on that Hippo game I used to play when I was a kid (I've forgotten the name, maybe somebody knows)

Eventually we reached a point where we just had to catch our breath. This was beginning to get a little tougher than what it seemed, and I for one definitely needed a break. From our stop we could easily now see how far we needed to go. It was easily within reach.



"Do you want to head back?" asked my father to us.
"Hell no," I replied ready to take off.
"Well I know you don't, considering it was your idea," he said, "but mum was sick yesterday and didn't have much to eat at all. We need to check that she's okay with it."

I didn't realise mum wasn't sick the previous day. In fact, everyone had a bout of sickness when we were down there except me! Mum said that we'd just gone on "a little further"... what a trooper.

What made the initial part of our walk easy was that the sun wasn't out. Unfortunately, by the time we hit our third stop the clouds were beginning to thin and we could begin to feel its heat.




While we were enjoying the view a pack of people were returning and remarked at how difficult it was.
"When you get to the steep sandy track you'll be almost there," said one lady panting away.

We thanked her for the warning and proceeded on.

Now initially I thought this was the sandy track that the lady was talking about. Huh? What's so difficult about this? Oh well, at least we were nearly there.



I was wrong again.


The sandy track wasn't a track that had sand all around it, rather it was a "steep sandy track" - just as she described. I don't think this photo gives it justice but this was very steep, and I understood why everyone we had passed was panting and sweating like crazy - getting back up this wasn't going to be fun at all!



It only took another 20 minutes until we eventually reached the half-way point. It was quite spectacular, and had there been some swell the strange C shaped rock would have created some great explosions of waves crashing against it.






We took our time at the fourth stop and I found a box filled with pen's and a visitor's book. We all put our heads together and wrote the following...



By now our water supplies had pretty much all been dried up. I conserved a couple of mouthfuls, but it was going to be tough going all the way back. And to think that I at least had some breakfast and a few meals the day before, whereas my mum hadn't eating anything today or the day before!

But we had no choice now. We HAD to turn back and travel the 8km back. And it was painful... especially 20 minutes into it when we had to climb our way back up the steep sandy hill. And just as everyone was puiffng and panting when they had done it - so were we!

Before we hit the hill though my father got the dangerous notion that we should probably try and return via the beach. I mean, it looked so placid and docile.
"I thought the sign said NOT to return via the beaches," added mum.
"Did it?" asked my father, now looking at me.
"I don't know," I groaned, conserving as much energy as I could for the 8km back.
"I reckon we should return via the beaches," he said.
"But the sign said not to," added mum yet again, but with a little more emphasis.
"Yeah, I think mum's right," I added remembering the bottom line on the danger sign, "they said something about it looking tempting but there were unseen hazards, or something."

Thankfully through majority rule we didn't return via the beaches, but we came *this* close as it does look deceptively quicker.



This was our last stop, and it was at this stage that I just couldn't wait to jump into the cool beautiful water of Misery Beach. And I now I could appreciate why they called it Misery beach too - because you're nothing but a misery when you've walked 16km to Bald Head and back!



The water was perfect - and all I did was float (almost out to sea).

And even though we were all sapped without a drop of water anywhere we couldn't help but laugh when we jumped back into the car and saw that we needed petrol.
"Wouldn't it be funny if we broke down and had to walk to the nearest petrol station?" joked mum.

No, that wouldn't be funny at all.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Shelley Beach & Mutton Bird

Last year it was recommended by my brother and his wife that if we were to travel to Albany we should check out Shelley Beach.

So, during our Christmas holilday break last year we decided to go and check out this "beautiful secluded beach".

Unfortunately it wasn't secluded when we arrived - seeing more than a dozen or so tents and campervans parked in the bay's carpark, add to that the fact that the waves was crashing on the reef and it really wasn't all that beautiful or secluded. Thankfully I was able to capture some great photos of a carpark that looked down at the beach (apparently this area was where hang gliders take off from).

Here are some photos of Shelley Beach...


- This was the carpark that was on top of the hill where the hangliders leapt from (although there weren't any such daring hang gliders today)


- Shelley Beach.


- Looking to the left (due east) from the same spot as the photo of Shelley beach above we can see Albany's wind farm.



- I don't know about you but hang gliding doesn't really appeal to me when the bottom looks as treacherous as this!

So we didn't get to stay too long at Shelley Beach, but thankfully I was given a tip to go to Mutton Bird - a weird name for a beach, I must say, but it was awesome!


- Here we are walking down to the beach of Mutton Bird, thinking that we've probably just been had.


- But lo and behold it was beautiful! It even had this island not more than 100 meters off shore (as you can see in the background).

So, being the explorer that I am I decided to go and swim to it and check it out. Now, as you can see the water is crystal clear, yet around the island is this dark ring of what I initially thought was seaweed.

Here's a better shot of this dark ring my father...


- My father walks out to the island... note the darker water between the beach and the island.

Anyway, as I walked out to the island (as my father did above), I saw a branch in the water that had sunk to the bottom. I grabbed this and began dragging it with me. Eventually I got to the edge of the dark ring.
Okay, I hate swimming over seaweed, but at least I've got a branch in my hand to protect me from anything that might grab me.

I then started to swim and as I was swimming I opened my eyes under the water and suddenly saw what I was swimming over... and it was something far worse than seaweed!!

It was friggin deep water!!!!

Eeek!

Now I don't have a fear of deep water, or, at least I thought I didn't, but I do have a fear of big black things that may swim underneath me in that deep water... that's what I feared the most. At least with swimming over seaweed you can calm your mind by telling yourself that it was just seaweed that grabbed your leg, but when something grabs you while you're swimming over deep water... !!!!

So I held onto that branch a little tighter yet because of it's branches I had to only swim slowly over the deep water.

Thankfully I got over in one piece... and so did the branch (which has probably been blown back into the water), but anyway...

Having now hit the island I decided to do the next most dangerous thing and climb to the top - yep, I tried to be a hero. Now if deep water didn't loosen my bowels, then walking through scrub with nothing but a pair of boardies on was dangerous because of the snakes that lurked around, and not to mention a large albatross that made sure I wasn't going anywhere near her nest.

Amidst the prickles and thick scrub I eventually made it to the top - Mount Everest eat your heart out!


- Mutton Bird island (yes that's me in the photo, not just a tree with two branches - clicking on the image will expand it)


- The old man follows and sees what all the commotion is about.

Swimming back over the deep was a little easier. I didn't have a branch holding me back this time... just my father.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

My Summer Kryptonite Fruit



Oh, I looooove apricots.

MmMmmmmmm...

Maybe that's why i looove summer sooo much with apricots being a summer fruit and all.

The apricots this season are supercalafragilisticexbealodociously perfect - they literally *pop* when you bite into them.

I'm going weak at the knees and drooling all over the keyboard just posting about them.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Sleepdressing?

During the summer months I usually go to bed half naked (and yes, it's the top half that's naked).

Last night was no different.

What surprised me though was that when I awoke this morning I had a top on!

Huh???

I have no recollection of ever getting up and putting a top on last night, yet there I was with one on!?

It reminded me of the time I slept-walked when I was a kid. I was the strangest experience I had ever had, because while I was somewhat cognitive of the surroundings, my brain was hardwired to do something - something that was really weird.

My experience had me wake up one morning and I had to check for something that was on the top of our dryer in the laundry. Now my parents had their dryer hanging from the wall at about head height, so there was a small space between the top of the dryer and the ceiling... and for some odd reason I had to inspect this space out.

Flicking on the laundry's lights I squinted at the bright light and tried to find something to stand on so that I could see what was up there.

I just had to see whatever was up there. (I had no clue as to why)

Dangerously I grabbed my office chair (which had wheels on the bottom and wasn't sturdy) and placed it under the dryer while I put one leg on the chair ready to see what was up there.

Steading myself I was able to stand on the chair and when I peered over the top of the dryer all I saw was... dust.

It was then that I awoke, it was as if a thought bubble had popped inside my head: what are you doing?

I have no idea.

I looked around at the situation and looked down to notice that I was standing on my wheelie office chair.

Eeek!

Cautiously I got off and wondered just what the heck I was doing up there. I quietly switched off the light and jumped back into bed. The next morning I was able to recollect the experience and shook my head at just how stupid I was.

Several years later someone else was recollecting a sleepwalking experience they had, and during our conversation they mentioned that you should never waken someone who is sleepwalking. I wondered why, but after the experience I had, I would probably agree with that statement - because for some reason (that I'll probably never fully be able to comprehend) I just HAD to look on what was on top of the dryer. If someone had prevented me from doing that I don't know what I would've done: would I have hurt them because they were preventing me from accomplishing my task? Or would I have woken up?

I don't know, but I do know it was the strangest thing I had ever experienced: one minute you're sound asleep having beautiful dreams, next minute your mind is locked into doing something and all logic is thrown out the window until it's accomplished!

Maybe this is what it feels like to be hypnotised, although a hypnotised friend said she couldn't remember a thing when she was under hypnosis.

Anyway, I've obviously moved from cloud 9, to the dressing rooms, or maybe I have a mysterious wife that only comes out when I'm sleeping, or maybe I was abducted aliens!

Sunday, January 07, 2007

A The Is Tic

I haven't bought a newspaper in years. I find they always contain the same depressing and monotous garbage - wars, earthquakes, famines, pestilences, boring political issues, celebrities gone nuts... etc etc. I never found anything uplifting for the soul in our local rags so I just stopped wasting my money purchasing it.

But yesterday I broke that tradition and bought Saturday's paper.

I bought it with the intent to check out what's around in the way of employment, but I decided to read it to see whether anything had changed throughout the years.

Unfortunately one such article made my blood boil. It was aptly titled: In God We Distrust.

The article was written by an atheist, Sam Harris, who explores some common myths about the belief system.

Now before I begin an atheist is someone who believes there is no God. This is different to some who is an agnostic who believes that they don't know if there's a God. Most atheists are better off being agnostics as to believe there is no God would require you to know everything - in effect being God yourself.

But let's return to the article, here are some excerpts...

1. Atheists believe that life is meaningless.
On the contrary, atheists tend to be sure that life is precious. Our relationships with those we love are meaningful now; they need not last forever to be made so.


You'll need to note that there is no atheistic bible out there - the stuff atheists come from areas taught in the bible. In a way, atheists have taken aspects of Christianity they have liked and thrown out God as the author of these principles.

2. Atheism is responsible for the greatest crimes in human history.
Auschwitz, the gulag and the killing fields were not examples of what happens when human beings reject religious dogma; they are examples of political, racial and nationalistic dogma run amok.


... because those fields rejected God.

3. Atheism is dogmatic.
Jews, Christians and Muslims claim that their scriptures are so prescient of humanity's needs that they could only have been written under the direction of an omniscient diety. An atheist is a person who has considered this claim, read the books and found the claim to be ridiculous. As the historian Stephen Henry Roberts once said in debate: "I contend that we are both atheists. I just believe in one fewer god than you do. When you understand why you dismiss all the other possible gods, you will understand why I dismiss yours."


Truth is the reason why I believe in the Bible and reject the others. So what untruthful thing do you find in the Bible, Stevie? There are some pretty big claims in the bible, one such statement is found in the book of John (14:6) where Jesus says...
"I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me."
That's a pretty big statement, Stevie? Either this Jesus person was either a lunactic, a liar, or could quite possibly have been who he said he was: Lord! So please provide your evidence to Jesus being false, you're an historian Stevie so what have you found?

4. Atheists think everything in the universe arose by chance.
This notion is also regularly thrown up as a criticism of Darwinian evolution. Although we don't know precisely how the Earth's early chemistry begat biology, we know that the diversity and complexity we see in the living world is not a product of mere chance. Evolution is a combination of chance mutation and natural selection which exerts a highly non-random effect on the development of any species.


Huh??

You say that life didn't come about by chance, but that it came about by "chance mutation" which wasn't random?? Huh??

The sad fact of the matter is that NO mutation has ever been proven to be beneficial to form a NEW species. Mutations that we observe in today's world are things like sheep with extra legs, snakes with two heads, or flies without wings... etc etc. None of these can be beneficial for the mutated subject - can you imagine how easy they'd be caught in the wild, or how quick they'd starve to death?

In fact, speaking of flies, an experiment was done on flies in a lab where they zapped them with radiation to see if they would mutate into another species. After many man hours they observed all different types of flies: some had curled wings, others had no wings, some had extra legs, some came out different colour... etc etc, but not one mutation formed a new species, in fact no mutation was beneficial to the fly whatsoever. The scientists then erroneously concluded that the fly had evolved to its furthermost point in its biological condition!?

For a species to evolve into another species new information needs to be added, mutations only scramble existing information.

And don't get me started on the Evolution bandwagon - if you'd like to find out more I highly recommend this site (interestingly today there's a great article on how Darwinism led to Nazism).

5. Atheism has no connection to science.
Although it is possible to be a scientist and still believe in God, there is no question that an engagement with scientific thinking tends to erode, rather than support, religious faith. Taking the US population as an example: most polls show that about 90 per cent of the general public believe in a personal God; yet 93 per cent of the members of the National Academy of Sciences do not.


Hmm, I wonder why there aren't as many Christian members in the N.A.S.? I wonder if it might have something to do with statements made by the organization such as these:
"Creationism, intelligent design, and other claims of supernatural intervention in the origin of life or of species are not science because they are not testable by the methods of science." (cited from here)

Unfortunately their statement is true. We cannot go into a time machine and see what happened at the onset of time, but just as it is true for creationism it is equally true for evolution's big bang model - both are unscientific (they cannot be observed, and as far as I can tell no big bang of anything has created something new - I know it has destroyed a lot of things).

Therefore, you can either believe that the complexities of life around us were the result of a creation by a designer (God), or the result of "chance mutations and natural selection" beginning with a rock.

6. Atheists are arrogant.
When scientists don't know something - like why the universe came into being or how the first self-replicating molecules formed - they admit it. When considering questions about the nature of the cosmos and our place within it, atheists tend to draw their opinions from science. This isn't arrogance; it is intellectual honesty.


I'm going to have to elaborate on a point made here.

As with the fly experiment the scientists arrived at an odd conclusion because of their presuppositions on the origin of life. Those scientists may indeed admit that they don't know about what exactly happened at the beginning of the universe, but the interpretations made are in light on natural selection and the evolutionary theory.

It's never the observations, or the facts, that are in question with scientific tests (no creationist in their right mind is against scientific testing) it's the interpretation of these facts that are sometimes wrong - evolutionists will interpret them one way, creationists another.

7. Atheists are closed to spiritual experience.
There is nothing that prevents an atheist from experiencing love, ecstasy, rapture and awe; atheists can value these experiences and seek them regularly. What atheists don't tend to do is make claims about the nature of reality on the basis of such experiences.


While I do believe in spiritual experiences (such as prophecy, speaking in tongues) I do not seek them as some other Christians do. And I definitely don't endorse churches allowing congregation members to run around like a headless chook and flail their arms about all the while having a "spritual experience" - my refutation of this activity is that neither Jesus, nor Paul, nor any of the disciples sought to do this activity as evidence of them being "spiritual".

8. Atheists believe that there is nothing beyond human life and human understanding.
Atheists are free to admit the limits of human understanding. It is obvious that we do not fully understand the universe; but it is even more obvious to the atheist that neither the Bible nor the Koran reflects our best understanding of it. From the atheist point of view, the world's religions utterly trivialise the real beauty and immensity of the universe.


If you don't fully understand everything then why are you categorically stating that there is no God? Could the areas that you don't understand possibly reveal God?

9. Atheists ignore the fact that religion is extremely beneficial to society.
In most cases, it seems that religion gives bad reasons to behave well, when good reasons are actually available. Ask yourself, which is more moral, helping the poor out of concern for their suffering, or doing so because you think the creator of the universe wants you to do it, will reward you for doing it or will punish you for not doing it?


Sure, the Bible instructs us to give a tenth of our earnings to the needy, and also instructs us on how to give: "...for God loveth a cheerful giver" (2 Cor 9:7) and tells us that we may indeed have (earthly or heavenly) reward for doing so (Matt 6:1-4), but surely this is incentive for us TO give. There's no requirement for atheists to give at all, or how much, at least there's some incentive for Christians.

10. Atheism provides no basis for morality.
If a person doesn't already understand that cruelty is wrong, he won't discover this by reading the Bible or the Koran - as these books are bursting with celebrations of cruelty, both human and divine. We decide what is good in our good books by recourse to moral instituitions that are (at some level) hard-wired in us and that have been refined by thousands of years of thinking about the causes and possibilities of human happiness.
We have made considerable moral progress over the years, and we didn't make this progress by reading the Bible or the Koran more closely. Both books condone slavery - and yet every civilised human being now recognises that slavery is an abomination. Whatever is good in scripture - like the golden rule - can be valued for its ethical wisdom without our believing that it was handed down to us by the creator of the universe.


A school of fish were swimming in a lake. One of them looks up and sees a man sitting on a chair, eating a sandwich and drinking on a can of soda.

"Now that would be really living!" says one of the fish and immediately he jumps out of the water onto the bank.

Trying its best to grab a sandwich and enjoy some soda the fish-out-of-water gasps it last.

An atheist walking past looks at the writhing fish and exclaims, "What kind of a God would create a fish to suffer like that!"

But God never make the fish to "suffer like that". He made it to swim in the water, just as we are to swim in God's eternal love. But just as the fish was not content with how God had made it and thereby decided to do its own thing we too have spat at God and decided to down OUR own thing.

God knew how detrimental sin would be to our health not only physically and emotionally, but also spiritually. Thankfully through God's grace, and knowing the predicament of sin on mankind God sent His Son to be the remission of our sins by dying on the cross.

Christ then conquered death, and by doing so gave us the surety that we could too - but only if we accepted his free gift (John 6:47 "he that believeth on me [Jesus] hath everlasting life").

The only hope provided by atheism is to enjoy happiness when it arrives and to keep perpetuating our evolution as a species ever awaiting for that next "chance mutation" - it could be today or another billion years from now. *sigh*

The fool hath said in his heart, "There is no God."
- Psalm 14:1

Friday, January 05, 2007

Special K

Karina, aka Special K, was the first person we bumped into when we arrived in Albany.

(Unless you want to count those nameless locusts that were splayed across my windshield... then she would've been the millionth and one thing we bumped into!)

Karina spent two nights down in Albany with us and we had some good times playing an assortment of board games late into the night, as well as eating out around town, and going on walkabouts.

When she left on Sunday I was still a little mixed about her.

I mean, she has some of the main qualities I seek in a woman: Christian, pro-active, nice smile. She also has these big broken beautiful blue eyes, which brings quite an eclectic look against her dark brown hair.

And yes, I mentioned "broken" deliberately as without her contacts or glasses everything's pretty much a blur. And she can't receive laser surgery due to her pupil's being too dilated.

So, to me, they're broken. ;o)

Although, I do remember reading somewhere that if a girl is attracted to you her pupils will dilate when she looks at you. Does that mean I'll see her as being more attractive than I might otherwise think her to be?

Hmm, might have to be careful with those big broken blue eyes of hers.

And then there was the boyfriend on the other side of the planet thing (ok, I exaggerate - on the other side of Australia). I was as confused as the first man who discovered dynamite about this.

Okay, I'm going to go slow here, so please bear with me, as I'm sure it will make much more sense if I go through it this way...

When we initially met at the pre-daylight saving party Karina said she was with someone. Ok - cool.

Easy.

When she stayed in Albany with us for all I knew she was still with her man, but there were times when she was flirtatious - it was just difficult to ascertain this because she had a few glasses of wine (which ticks me off about alcohol - was it her, or the alcohol?).

It wasn't until she left that when I spoke to the rest about her that I was able to gather further intel.

Apparently after the first night, that morning Karina and my sister had an interesting discussion about the similarities they had with their boyfriends from Brisbane. It was really quite uncanny - and as you know my sister's relationship didn't go down too well.

This, I think, was what made Karina think a little more deeply about her relationship.

The second piece of intel was a conversation I had with my mate Jon-Jon about her. Besides being a sounding board one interesting tit-bit that he mentioned was a quote she gave him. According to Jon-Jon she said, "It's sad to admit that I'm having more fun with Ryan than my own boyfriend."

Karina, I think anything would be better than a long-distance relationship, as it's hard work!

I know, I've done it once too.

Then the last piece of intel was from Ally several days after Karina had left. She explained to me that Karina had contacted her man and told him that they were only going to be friends. What makes it a little more strange though is that during their relationship together he began to make arrangements to come over to Perth to live - to be obviously closer to her. Now even though the relationship "seems" over he is apparently still coming over.

Okay, how are we going? All clear?

Okay, so in my mind she's made herself available, and honestly I didn't do a thing but be myself. In fact my sister was proud at how unresponsive I was during her flirtatious flaunts - yep, I was as cold as a penguin on ice with her signals. She didn't receive no volleys back from me.

(And ladies if you think pick-up lines from blokes are annoying please spare a thought for blokes who receive similar treatment via females who lay it on thick with their flirting. Karina was quite mild, but some women are down right suffocating.)

But all that aside what's now my second impression about her?

Well she's definitely outgoing and loves doing outdoorsy stuff. I really admire that in a woman. Don't get me wrong I'm all for taking it easy and enjoying a night-in, but I really enjoy exploring and doing stuff together.

However, this outgoing nature comes attached with a strong independent woman who is a little too intense. I'll freely admit that she was definitely less intense than when we initially met, but it still needs to come down a notch or two.

Further to the discussion I had with my mate Jon-Jon that day on the golf course when I talked about her I said, "She's a little too intense for me, dude."

He answered, "Ally [his wife] was the same before I married her. I eventually calmed her down."

And I think this is at the heart of the issue: Karina would be someone I'd grow to love and during that process we'd probably adjust to each other's liking.

But I think no other woman would be any different. Growing to love someone shows maturity. The only problem being time, and impatience. In my adolescent years I'd fall in "love" with any chic my eyes would bulge from their sockets for. But having dated some attractive types (as well as witnessed amongst friends who've done similar) you begin to see how fickle falling in love by just what you see really is.

Beauty doesn't last - and even when it does it needs a lot of help to maintain.

But don't get me completely wrong here: while I'm putting down being physically attracted to the other person I'm not totally kicking it out the door. We all know that there had to be SOME physical attraction - I personally just don't place as much weight on it anymore.

And I know this sounds all cliche and stuff, but you really do want to find out what's inside. With the ultimate inner attraction, for me, being a chic that can make me laugh, because when all is said and done, what is life if you can't look back and have a good laugh at yourself.

Unfortunately Karina hasn't made me laugh yet.

Much more to discover yet.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

2006 Survey

Most memorable moment in 2006?

U2 concert - after 18 months it was well worth the wait. Although I really enjoyed Dan & Melissa's wedding - and being a bloke that's saying something!

Funniest moment in 2006?

I have sooo many that it's difficult finding one! I suppose the Melbourne trip, when reflecting upon it, had some of the funniest moments of the year (start here)

Most painful (or saddest) moment of 2006?

I suppose the saddest moment during last year was the realisation that my dream profession wasn't likely to work out... at least not in the short-term anyway. So for now I've had to put it on the "hobby" shelf and will have to resort to finding a full-time job soon.

I haven't blogged about this yet, but will do later.

Although the best saddest news of the year was my sister breaking up with that jerk she was dating.

The most painful event of 2006 was walking to Bald Head in Albany several days ago... more on that later.

Best movie of 2006?

Click - okay, so it had Kate Beckinsale in it, but dang it nearly made me cry.

I also enjoyed Casino Royale and Inside Man too... but there was no Kate.

Worst movie of 2006?

A Sound of Thunder - okay, so it was released in 2005, but I watched this on DVD last year so I guess it kind of counts. I'm glad that I didn't rent or pay for the DVD because it really was THAT bad.

But as for going to the cinema I'd say the worst movie would have been The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

MMVII

I'm back!

Much to tell, but I'm buggered.

My very first photo of the whole occassion summed up our entire holidays quite well...



Sweet place.

Good company.

Much fun.

Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas & New Year's break.

More later.