Sunday, June 26, 2011

Please, Respect my Faith

Today I read one of the best responses to the Book of Mormon Musical that I find especially accurate and I agree with 100%
This is from one of my favorite blogs
Here goes:
A lot of wise things have been said of this runaway Broadway hit, but this review is by far the best:
The main thrust of its claims about Mormonism is that Joseph Smith made it all up, and that his message does not apply to the modern world. It portrays Mormons as na├»ve and simplistic. Of course, Mormons are also a cheerful, polite, and well-meaning bunch, and as such, are basically harmless. But the only way for them to truly do good in the modern world is to change their story so it applies to current problems, which should be fine since their scriptures were made up in the first place. This is all very appealing to the audience and to theater critics. They are made to feel superior to the delusional Mormons, while at the same time, feel good about themselves for acknowledging that it is important to help relieve suffering in the world. They don’t have to feel bad about lampooning the Mormons since the show acknowledges that Mormons are nice people, and since it is just satire, after all.
The creators of the show are welcome to their opinion, and even to advertise it in a propagandistic play (for what else is the play’s value?), but such lazy cultural tropes, in a better world, would at least be honest about the basis of their approach: an immediate rejection that the Book of Mormon, and religious beliefs in general, might have any grounding in historical fact.  Certainly, again, anyone is free to conclude that such is not the case after they have considered and investigated it, but until they’ve done so, how are they honestly qualified to assert so boldly that it isn’t true? 
Nobody would care a lick for a random layman’s scathing indictment of particle physics or macroeconomics.  Why is it OK, even encouraged, in our society to simply spew hot air about religion?  Why is so much respect accorded to the mockers of faith, especially when they present mere prejudice as entertainment? 
Far more offensive than any possible content to the show is that those who participate in it, including the audience, are so satisfied of their superiority, despite a massive ignorance of what they claim to definitively scorn.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Commentary About my Life From Shakespeare

How happy some o'er other some can be!
Through Athens (Rexburg) I am thought as fair as she.
But what of that? Demetrius (other boys I like) thinks not so;
He will not know what all but he do know.
And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,
So I, admiring of his qualities.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity.
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste;
Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste.
And therefore is Love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is oft beguiled.
As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,
So the boy Love is perjured everywhere.

Helena from A Midsummer Nights Dream

Thank you Shakespeare for summarizing my life and the lives of nearly every single girl I know!

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Today, play by play

Woke up at 7:00am
Work by 8:00am
Christian History class at 10:15
Sewing class at 11:30
Work 1:00-2:30
Lunch and French HW I put off 2:30-3:00! (that was a nice treat)
French 3:15-4:15
French Tutor 4:30-5:30
Scripture Reading/Nap 5:30-6:15
Home to drop stuff off and eat 6:16-6:50 (so nice)
7:00-8:00 Faculty Reading (SO great!)
8:00-11:15 Homework
11:15-11:45pm Went to old FHE brothers house to fix my lap top chord and watched the last little bit of Last of the Mohicans
12:00pm-12:30 eat dinner and and finish homework. Hopefully go to bed at 1 or 1:30am.

Wow. How lame am I? I finally go home to take a break and spend that time blogging about what I did today. Well now you know, eh? :)

In other news I heard a sobering non-fiction story at the Faculty Reading. She told a story about her life of being a 40 year old unmarried Mormon woman.

Anyone want to be my boyfriend, eh?

Or at least, anyone want to go on a date? The semester is already half way over and I've yet to reach my one date a semester quota.

Some relatives think my lack of dating is due to my busy lifestyle.

Monday, June 6, 2011

The Time Has Come

Ok so I have not written for a while because I have been busier than crap. I'm sorry for the ultimate anti-climatic story about Thursday. Basically we met some new friends and they said they would build us a bike, which they have yet to do. But the good news is we are all still friends.

Random Thoughts:
-The Fall is once again my least favorite time of the year. I could be in one of several places and I loath that uncertainty.
-I am rapidly running out of funds.
-I saw two of my favorite bands in SLC last weekend: Iron and Wine and Ratatat
-There is still a slight ringing in my right ear from how loud Ratatat was.
-That trip was incredibly relaxing. I threw all my worries out the window and just lived. It was beautiful.
-I have some incredibly talented friends/acquaintances. Right now I am listening to a rock opera called Deep Love that some of my friends/acquaintances made and it is beautiful.
-My apartment kind of drives me crazy.
-I'm not sure where my home is any more. Its a really wierd feeling.
-I'm learning FRENCH!
-I'm so tired.
-Every Tuesday I don't eat sugar, white flour, or white rice.
-I did yoga last week!
-Its going to be raining a lot for the next few days here and I am secretly overjoyed.
-I want to go to bed.
-I miss my family.
-Literature and Humanities are my favorite classes.
-I joined Philosophical Society.
-I have a series distaste for change.
-I adore BYU-Idaho.
-Today after work and classes, I went to indulge in the form of a delicious chocolate cookie, but when I went to make that purchase I only had 60 cents and it was 90 cents. I walked away saddened by my craving that came to no avail. Then a girl ran up after me and said "Hey!" and proceeded to give me the cookie. She actually bought the cookies for me. I searched for words adequate to express my gratitude, but none came to mind. She simply walked away and waved as I stammered a thank you. It was such a tender miracle.

First Semester Reunion
Ok thats all. G'night.