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The Au's are....


Awesome, wonderfulopolus, fantabericalsome...etc, etc.

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Stick it to the man!

"You can tell yourself you're doing your best, you can do so much better than this! Get a grip on yourself!" -Keane

I am, by nature, a lazy person. I procrastinate now, I never put it off! However, I also love getting things done, and enjoy diligence and slapping myself in the face to work on something! I tell myself "diligence is the key, diligence." So, this post is about two things: doing your best, deadlines, and Keane (okay, three things)

Doing your best.
I am convinced that few of us actually do our best. I know a few people that put their whole selves into whatever they are doing, but not many. Maybe it's just because I usually don't do my best, but I feel like people do....not "just enough to get by" but enough more than that to not feel guilty. I, for one, often will waste half my day doing unimportant things after my required stuff (as well as a little philosophy reading to make myself feel smart) will just go online and do something (anything will do as an excuse to listen to some music.). Or I'll watch an old Psych episode. I'll even do these things when a tournament is coming up, when I should be memorizing my persuasive (or my "pers/purse") or perhaps working on Extemp (I promise Kristen, I made my quota for last week....yesterday evening).
Until I heard Keanes awesome song I hated the phrase "do your best" because it seems so...patronizing, as well as meaningless. But what if we really consider what doing your best means? going all out! holding nothing back! To put all your being into something. The only thing I can relate it to is a foot race. I am hyper-competitve, in a foot race I run with all my might! Especially as the end approaching, you'll see that oddly "rageful" looking expression on my face with my lips in a tight circle, my long-overdue-for-a-cut hair flying behind me, yeah...when I race I race with all my might, no matter how bad my cramp is. Aren't we supposed to live like that? running "the race as if to win"? I know so many times I'll say "I didn't have enough time" "If I had two more weeks" or "the tournament is too soon!" when really if I had only been diliegent I know I could have made it work by sacrificing something else. So, every so often join my in reminding ourselves "Get a grip on yourself!!"

Dealines.
They are amazing. Deadlines make the work go 'round (Hayley and Katie know what I mean, nano-people.) Deadlines are wonderful tools to get you to do something...and fast! nanowrimo is a perfect example (Micah...do nanowrimo...you'd be great at it.)

Keane
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmOlLvqtPgc 'Nough said.

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*Random thought*


Every so often I get one of those "Whoa!" moments when I'm suddenly shocked by the sheer amazing...ness of some everyday act or event. Tuesday, it was creativity. I was sitting on the couch reading a book about Rationalism (which is sort of irrelevant but it's what sparked the idea.) and I realized...wow...we, as people, have been given the ability to...make something. When I write a poem, or Micah builds a Lego model, or Rebecca draws a picture, (I know, we all write poetry, and at least two of us build Lego's, but these are unique examples) we aren't simply putting words or blocks together or making marks of graphite on paper, we are creating an idea, or a shape. We are putting something into the universe that wasn't there before! Can you think of how amazing that is!

Okay, so I don't expect you to share my excitement, but I found that really cool!

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'Nough said.

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Narcissism: self-love: an exceptional interest in and admiration for yourself;

Yeah...that's me....oh yeah...that's definitely me. Especially the last part "Admiration for yourself." let me explain. I'm gonna level with you, and this will most likely be boring if you don't know me, but who am I kidding, if you don't know me you're not reading my blog :P So, narcissism, self-love. Let's wind the clocks back to...October 2008, FEE Round Robin, first one of the year. And I got second place, as Hayley would say I was pretty "stoked", and of course surprised. My miserable failures of the previous year were enough to trample any faith I had in my abilities. However, man's ego never gets all the way to REM sleep, much less deep sleep. So, here he is, me, ugly selfish, self-loving me patting myself on the back, at how you went 5-1 (and secretly beating myself up about the round with Micah, and how my ego got stomped on by having becka decide to watch that round,[and the giggling helped!] I am always afraid of my friends watching me and them thinking I suck as a debater. [read: don't watch me, I'm too insecure.]) So, I was feeling pretty happy with myself, after all...I did beat both Hayley, and Nicole, both debaters who I see as exceptional.
So, a week after FEE is over, I'm starting to think "hey...you know I could be one of the better debaters in the region..." (laugh now, I did.) Of course, having a good RR does not a good debater make. Of course, all of this was totally stupid. But, my self-love, and self-admiration wanted to think I was a good debater.
Haha, the last round robin on Friday gave me a dose of realty that I absolutely needed. And after this RR today, I think God's been helping me to love myself a little less, but let me tell you my narcissistic giant is far from slumbering, and needs to be continuously put down. (so from time to time, randomly criticize me :P) So, the post was basically to make sure I put myself down (in a good way) so I don't think to much about myself.

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Bono Vox of O'Connell Street


Paul David Hewson was born on the north side of Dublin Ireland on May 10th 1960 ([to borrow from Micah's not so figurative book] read: He's old.) His mother died when he was fourteen , and his dad was an understandably distant and harsh one. His dad was cynical, and didn't care much for education, and was bewildered when Paul wanted to go to college. When reading about his early life, his fighting matches with his elder brother, grief over the lose of "his" Iris (read: mother) it almost seems tragic. But really, there is nothing extraordinary about Paul's growing up, not really. He was just another kid. This isn't going to be a post about how anyone can do amazing things, or how anyone can go anywhere, but it is going to be the teenage boy equivalent to a "fan girl" post.

Paul Hewson, of course, is Bono, the lead singer of U2, co-founder of "DATA" (Debt, AIDS,Trade in Africa), author of some of the most amazing poetry of the late twentieth century (at least, I call it poetry). I could honestly write forever about this individual, but I want to focus on one thing that set's him apart from other musicians and other "celebrities".
I'm currently reading a book that my fantabirificalsome (I think I spelled that wrong.) sister grace bought for me. It's called "Bono, in conversation with Michka Assayas" Admittedly not a very creative title, but the book itself is amazing. In it Bono says:

"I'm not sure we accept that Africans are equal...Right now there is the biggest pandemic in the history of civilization, happening in the world now with AIDS. It's bigger than the Black Death, which took a third of Europe in the middle Ages. Sixty-five Hundred Africans are dying every day of a preventable, treatable disease. And it is not a priority for the West: two 9/11s a day, eighteen jumbo jets of fathers, mothers, families falling out of the sky. No tears, no letters of condolence, no fifty-one-gun salutes. Why? Because we don't put the same value on African life as we put on a European or an American life."

I think he's right. This is what set's Bono apart. Most celebrities have pet projects (Case in point: Angelina Jolie adopting an inordinate amount of children). The thing is, for most of them, ultimately, the project is "hey look at me." it's not like that with Bono. He sees Africa differently than most people do, differently than I do. I can honestly say...who am I? How can I not be....jumping out of my seat screaming in outrage at what is happening to Africa. It's rotting, Africa's people are rotting. Would the UN let America rot? Would we let...the UK rot? No, but we let Africa rot. Okay, so maybe this post is all leftist propaganda, but I don't care. Bono's right, deep down, must of us don't see Africans as people...because...they're just too far away. Out of sight really is out of mind. But quote at the top of this page says "You can't fix every problem. But the one's you can, you must."

That's where my faith in Capitalism, and not helping with humanitarian aid begins to fade. When I see thousands of people dying, I wonder if we have a right to not let the government use our money to help them. Isn't life more important than money? Sure, ideally the government shouldn't "steal" our money to save Africa...but could we really blame them if they did? Should we not DEMAND that our government help the ways they can? (government to government=Bad. Paying for drugs to be sent=good.)

That is why I admire Bono so much, because he's not just sitting in his posh house by the sea...doing...whatever it is Celebrities do with their obscene amount of money. Granted he does have a posh house by the sea in Ireland, but he's also probably the only celebrity/singer to sit with his silly trademark sunglasses, and shaved late 40s hair, at the World Economic Forum, and to help get rid of nearly a third of third-world country debt. And I believe I can say confidently that it's not about him. Paul Hewson, known at 16 as Bono Vox of O'Connell Street, cares about people. To him, people matter, no matter how far away they are. I believe he is a man worthy of admiration.

Yahweh -U2
Take these shoes
Click clacking down some dead end street
Take these shoes
And make them fit
Take this shirt
Polyester white trash made in nowhere
Take this shirt
And make it clean, clean
Take this soul
Stranded in some skin and bones
Take this soul
And make it sing

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, Yahweh
Still I'm waiting for the dawn

Take these hands
Teach them what to carry
Take these hands
Don't make a fist
Take this mouth
So quick to criticise
Take this mouth
Give it a kiss

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, Yahweh
Still I'm waiting for the dawn

Still waiting for the dawn, the sun is coming up
The sun is coming up on the ocean
This love is like a drop in the ocean
This love is like a drop in the ocean

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, tell me now
Why the dark before the dawn?

Take this city
A city should be shining on a hill
Take this city
If it be your will
What no man can own, no man can take
Take this heart
Take this heart
Take this heart
And make it break


(not to go all cliche on you with the whole "posting song lyrics" thing. :P)
Note: I shall most likely be writing a LOT of posts about Bono, U2, and/or their amazing music.

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