Wake me up
Feb. 27th, 2005 05:44 pmToday I woke up still rather stiff, but I worked that out with a trip to the gym. I went and had lunch at the Cracker Barrel, and read the short story that helped make the movie: Million Dollar Baby. Man. The movie is going to be a real ass-kicker if it is anything like the short story.
The rest of the afternoon was spent finishing my pesky php homework assignment. Oh, code errors are like papercuts. So annoying, and you manage to hit one every time. Well, if you're a chump coder like me, anyway.
I have the rest of my evening to myself. Part of me wants to see a movie, part of me wants to read more.
Of course, I should write a little bit more about that minister.
He apparently minored in philosophy and wanted to discuss my points of view. We really didn't get anywhere, but where he was coming from was that he needed a higher moral authority (like God) in order to know that various sins (lying, cheating, stealing, etc.) were wrong. My perspective is that I know they are wrong, they cause harm, they cause problems. Having some unknown being "guarantee" that for me is of no solace. I know myself if an individual is a failure as a human being. I don't need a God to show me that.
Interesting observation: he is a young minister working at an elderly church here in town. He doesn't like San Antonio. He prefers Dallas, and feels it is a much more beautiful city. Also, he feels the women are more beautiful, there. He cited San Antonio as one of the more obese cities in America. He was rather embarassed to admit that, however. Now, if I were a ruthless lass, I would have queried him on that as to why he felt bad about admitting that. Part of it was probably because he was sitting there talking to an obese female like myself.
The rest of the afternoon was spent finishing my pesky php homework assignment. Oh, code errors are like papercuts. So annoying, and you manage to hit one every time. Well, if you're a chump coder like me, anyway.
I have the rest of my evening to myself. Part of me wants to see a movie, part of me wants to read more.
Of course, I should write a little bit more about that minister.
He apparently minored in philosophy and wanted to discuss my points of view. We really didn't get anywhere, but where he was coming from was that he needed a higher moral authority (like God) in order to know that various sins (lying, cheating, stealing, etc.) were wrong. My perspective is that I know they are wrong, they cause harm, they cause problems. Having some unknown being "guarantee" that for me is of no solace. I know myself if an individual is a failure as a human being. I don't need a God to show me that.
Interesting observation: he is a young minister working at an elderly church here in town. He doesn't like San Antonio. He prefers Dallas, and feels it is a much more beautiful city. Also, he feels the women are more beautiful, there. He cited San Antonio as one of the more obese cities in America. He was rather embarassed to admit that, however. Now, if I were a ruthless lass, I would have queried him on that as to why he felt bad about admitting that. Part of it was probably because he was sitting there talking to an obese female like myself.