Religion and Philosophy
I have had one of the most eye opening conversations tonite that I have had in a long time. I contributed little to the conversation, but things people said have me thinking so I am going to pose this question. Answer if you wish here or you can email me, most of you guys have an email address for me. It leaves me thinking....
Why do I go to church?
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
Being Sick
There are few benefits to being ill. There are people who feel bad for you and therefore want to offer aid if necessary, the days off of work, although you feel guilty for missing work and worry about the work you will have piled up when you return, and the hours in bed or on the couch. These particular moments can be a pleasure if you allow. First, you have to get over the guilt of lying on the couch and doing nothing. You are sick, so gather your tissues, a paper bag to throw those tissues in after various uses, a large glass of water, a small glass of juice, and any sort of medicine that is fulfilling its purpose. Then there is the task of finding what to watch on television. There is the usual dribble that panders to the at home crowd on a variety of channels. Then the 24hr news channels, but it is not this that will provide comfort to you in your misery. A select genre allows for the ease of mind that one finds a necessity in illness.
This genre allows you to escape into a world where women wore long dresses with high waists, men wear top hats and breeches, parents’ angle for that perfect mate, and younger sisters generally make pests of themselves. The Austenian novel transformed to the big screen (or small screen depending on which you watch) gives one the perfect excuse to recline on the couch and wistfully wile away a day or three and lose oneself in the joys and misery of Jane, Elizabeth, Darcy and Bingley, Emma and Mr. Knightly, Edmund and Fanny, Marianne, Eleanor, Edward, and Willoughby. There are more and there are variations on the more, but there is nothing like the wit and intellect that Austen put in her novels to cheer even the most feverish of souls.
Of course, my personal favorite-without question Pride and Prejudice BBC/A&E production that came out in the 90’s. I still remember the first time I saw it, I was living with a dear friend, and she absconded it from her mother for us to watch. I had pneumonia in late spring and in its VHS form, I was afforded an hr on each tape to watch Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett verbally spar with each other and their friends and family. I lay on the couch for days switching out the tapes or rewinding them if I fell asleep before I saw the scene I was waiting for on that particular tape. Now I can watch it on DVD and only have to change the disc once. There is still comfort in watching Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett go back and forth with each other even though now I too can join in the fun by quoting the dialogue to an empty house.
While I never wish myself ill, I find solace in the happiness that will be experienced from a day or two on the couch and Jane as my most trusted companion.
There are few benefits to being ill. There are people who feel bad for you and therefore want to offer aid if necessary, the days off of work, although you feel guilty for missing work and worry about the work you will have piled up when you return, and the hours in bed or on the couch. These particular moments can be a pleasure if you allow. First, you have to get over the guilt of lying on the couch and doing nothing. You are sick, so gather your tissues, a paper bag to throw those tissues in after various uses, a large glass of water, a small glass of juice, and any sort of medicine that is fulfilling its purpose. Then there is the task of finding what to watch on television. There is the usual dribble that panders to the at home crowd on a variety of channels. Then the 24hr news channels, but it is not this that will provide comfort to you in your misery. A select genre allows for the ease of mind that one finds a necessity in illness.
This genre allows you to escape into a world where women wore long dresses with high waists, men wear top hats and breeches, parents’ angle for that perfect mate, and younger sisters generally make pests of themselves. The Austenian novel transformed to the big screen (or small screen depending on which you watch) gives one the perfect excuse to recline on the couch and wistfully wile away a day or three and lose oneself in the joys and misery of Jane, Elizabeth, Darcy and Bingley, Emma and Mr. Knightly, Edmund and Fanny, Marianne, Eleanor, Edward, and Willoughby. There are more and there are variations on the more, but there is nothing like the wit and intellect that Austen put in her novels to cheer even the most feverish of souls.
Of course, my personal favorite-without question Pride and Prejudice BBC/A&E production that came out in the 90’s. I still remember the first time I saw it, I was living with a dear friend, and she absconded it from her mother for us to watch. I had pneumonia in late spring and in its VHS form, I was afforded an hr on each tape to watch Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett verbally spar with each other and their friends and family. I lay on the couch for days switching out the tapes or rewinding them if I fell asleep before I saw the scene I was waiting for on that particular tape. Now I can watch it on DVD and only have to change the disc once. There is still comfort in watching Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett go back and forth with each other even though now I too can join in the fun by quoting the dialogue to an empty house.
While I never wish myself ill, I find solace in the happiness that will be experienced from a day or two on the couch and Jane as my most trusted companion.
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