Home of the Rockies, and police brutality.
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Cliff Notes Version:
Man runs red light on bike. Undercover, plain-clothes officer yells "You ran a red light!" Man knocks hat off undercover, plain-clothes officer's head. Officer and partner proceed to beat biker, and when biker is on his stomach, being handcuffed, officer then slams biker's face onto sidewalk, breaking biker's teeth.
I've always had a feeling that the majority of Colorado police officers are, to put it bluntly, dicks. I've never had a pleasant encounter with a police officer. Its always felt like they a)have nothing better to do; b)have something to prove; c)want to feel like they are "hardcore" or "hard-assed" or like they are dealing with some super serious crime or something like that.
Get off your high horse. I know your job can be dangerous, and I appreciate the fact that you are out there, for the most part, to keep me safe. You are not judge and jury. You don't get to dole out punishment. That's not your job.
Stop being a dick.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
then i got bitten by a stingray
i smelled my hand just now, and it smelled like fish, which brought about this random little blurb today:
yesterday i went to the denver aquarium with dani, her dad and brother. dani decided she wanted to feed these stingrays you could touch in a pool at the end. so you get a little dead fish, put it between your knuckles, and let the stingray take it. turns out they've got teeth. and so yesterday, i got bit by a stingray. i've even got a little scab on my knuckle.
how many other people can say they've been bitten by a stingray?
yesterday i went to the denver aquarium with dani, her dad and brother. dani decided she wanted to feed these stingrays you could touch in a pool at the end. so you get a little dead fish, put it between your knuckles, and let the stingray take it. turns out they've got teeth. and so yesterday, i got bit by a stingray. i've even got a little scab on my knuckle.
how many other people can say they've been bitten by a stingray?
Sunday, January 27, 2008
You won't grow weary
Today in church, we were singing "Everlasting God", and one of the stanza's just hit me.
"You are the everlasting God
The everlasting God
You will not faint
You won't grow weary"
The last line of that made me think. No matter what, God is patient with us. He gives us unlimited "second" tries. Romans 2:4 says, "Or do you show contempt for the riches of his kindness, tolerance and patience, not realizing that God's kindness leads you toward repentance?" It's obvious that patience is a part of God's character.
Then I started to think about my own patience. I seem to loose my temper pretty quickly. I'm quick to get angry, to shout and curse. I let the smallest things get under my skin, irritate me, cause me to loose my temper and become upset.
I don't want to be short tempered, I don't want to be quick to anger, I don't want to be annoyed easily, to be upset at the small things. After all, "But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control." (Galatians 5:22-23)
"You are the everlasting God
The everlasting God
You will not faint
You won't grow weary"
The last line of that made me think. No matter what, God is patient with us. He gives us unlimited "second" tries. Romans 2:4 says, "Or do you show contempt for the riches of his kindness, tolerance and patience, not realizing that God's kindness leads you toward repentance?" It's obvious that patience is a part of God's character.
Then I started to think about my own patience. I seem to loose my temper pretty quickly. I'm quick to get angry, to shout and curse. I let the smallest things get under my skin, irritate me, cause me to loose my temper and become upset.
I don't want to be short tempered, I don't want to be quick to anger, I don't want to be annoyed easily, to be upset at the small things. After all, "But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control." (Galatians 5:22-23)
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
oh my honor...
well, before i actually start, i'd just like to note that this is my 2nd blog in 2 days, so yay for me. :D and f.y.i. - if anyone knows of anyone hiring people, i'm in desperate need of a job, so let me know!
anyway... here we go...
this random train of thought stemmed from two things. the first was a job application i filled out for Costco. it's one of those weird ones with the personality/work ethic type quizzes at the end of it. one of the questions was "If you found a $50 bill in the parking lot as you were leaving would you..." with responses like "keep it" "turn it in to your manager" "turn it in to lost and found" etc... so keep that in mind, i'll come back to it.
the second item was a plaque that hangs in even classroom on the CU campus. It contains the Honor Code, which states, "On my honor, and a University of Colorado at Boulder student, I have neither given, nor received unauthorized assistance" (I didn't even have to look that up :D ).
I was kinda staring blankly at the plaque, waiting for class to start, when randomly I thought of that question from the application. And I thought to myself, "I'd probably just pocket it. That'd be awesome if I found $50." But then I started to think, what if I had lost that $50, I'd be screwed! $50 is kinda a big deal when you don't make a lot of money. In that case, I'd hope someone would turn it in.
Still following me? It's about to jump around a bit. This is how my head works. Then I started to think about the honor code and I thought, "Man, they should have you swear on something more than your honor, no one has any these days." Which is so true. Honor, in this sense, basically means doing the right thing, no matter how small the consequences for the wrong thing are. Even if there are no consequences, even if no one would ever know that you pocketed that $50 bill, even if no one ever caught you cheating on a quiz, even if you would get a way totally clean, you would do the right thing because it's right.
I wish I was like that. I wish that I wasn't the kind of person who would pocket $50 from a parking lot. I wish I had the kind of honor that people admire and appreciate. Maybe I should work on that...
anyway... here we go...
this random train of thought stemmed from two things. the first was a job application i filled out for Costco. it's one of those weird ones with the personality/work ethic type quizzes at the end of it. one of the questions was "If you found a $50 bill in the parking lot as you were leaving would you..." with responses like "keep it" "turn it in to your manager" "turn it in to lost and found" etc... so keep that in mind, i'll come back to it.
the second item was a plaque that hangs in even classroom on the CU campus. It contains the Honor Code, which states, "On my honor, and a University of Colorado at Boulder student, I have neither given, nor received unauthorized assistance" (I didn't even have to look that up :D ).
I was kinda staring blankly at the plaque, waiting for class to start, when randomly I thought of that question from the application. And I thought to myself, "I'd probably just pocket it. That'd be awesome if I found $50." But then I started to think, what if I had lost that $50, I'd be screwed! $50 is kinda a big deal when you don't make a lot of money. In that case, I'd hope someone would turn it in.
Still following me? It's about to jump around a bit. This is how my head works. Then I started to think about the honor code and I thought, "Man, they should have you swear on something more than your honor, no one has any these days." Which is so true. Honor, in this sense, basically means doing the right thing, no matter how small the consequences for the wrong thing are. Even if there are no consequences, even if no one would ever know that you pocketed that $50 bill, even if no one ever caught you cheating on a quiz, even if you would get a way totally clean, you would do the right thing because it's right.
I wish I was like that. I wish that I wasn't the kind of person who would pocket $50 from a parking lot. I wish I had the kind of honor that people admire and appreciate. Maybe I should work on that...
Monday, January 14, 2008
Back to the grind, sort of
Well, it's back to the grind for gary. school started today. so far i've only had 1 class (philosophy and society, basically an ethics class), and I'm already over school. that's bad. but this semester, i've really got to push my way thru and get some good grades. i failed a class last semester (i've never failed a class before) and it's kinda freaking me out.
i always rationalize my C's by saying, "What the heck was CU thinking when they put Arts and Sciences together? I'm under the College of Arts and Sciences, so, even though I'm going to be a film major (I still need to change my major to that) I have to take 13 stinking credits of science classes. CU should know, Arts kids HATE science, and vice versa. I don't know what they were thinking.
But anyway, I really need to pull my grades up this semester, I've been slacking. I'm in college now. I need to get my crap together and actually read the material and study for the tests.
And now, on top of everything, I've got to find another new job. It seems like every semester I have to find a new job. So on top of being back in school, I have to get trained and used to a new job and schedule. It sucks.
And so now, I'm sitting in the UMC, bored already, and I started reading people's blogs. I've made an interesting discovery. People's blogs (the ones that I read anyway) make people communicate more introspectively. It seems like they're writing to themselves, flow-of-consciousness style, in a way that you wouldn't hear them talk out loud. It's kind of interesting.
Maybe I'll make it my (second) new years resolution to blog more. Maybe then I'll know a little more about what goes on inside my own head. I've always felt like I never know what's going on in my own heart and head. It's like my consciousness is too far separated from them, and it becomes very difficult to communicate to other people, or myself, what I'm feeling or thinking about.
I feel like a vegetable.
i always rationalize my C's by saying, "What the heck was CU thinking when they put Arts and Sciences together? I'm under the College of Arts and Sciences, so, even though I'm going to be a film major (I still need to change my major to that) I have to take 13 stinking credits of science classes. CU should know, Arts kids HATE science, and vice versa. I don't know what they were thinking.
But anyway, I really need to pull my grades up this semester, I've been slacking. I'm in college now. I need to get my crap together and actually read the material and study for the tests.
And now, on top of everything, I've got to find another new job. It seems like every semester I have to find a new job. So on top of being back in school, I have to get trained and used to a new job and schedule. It sucks.
And so now, I'm sitting in the UMC, bored already, and I started reading people's blogs. I've made an interesting discovery. People's blogs (the ones that I read anyway) make people communicate more introspectively. It seems like they're writing to themselves, flow-of-consciousness style, in a way that you wouldn't hear them talk out loud. It's kind of interesting.
Maybe I'll make it my (second) new years resolution to blog more. Maybe then I'll know a little more about what goes on inside my own head. I've always felt like I never know what's going on in my own heart and head. It's like my consciousness is too far separated from them, and it becomes very difficult to communicate to other people, or myself, what I'm feeling or thinking about.
I feel like a vegetable.
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