Heineken, Scooters and Scimitars

Oh hey, what's up? Not much?

Well, today I had a busy day. It was not a bad day at all, but it was busy.

After church, where I played mandolin for the first time in a while, I realised something that I already knew, which is that my mandolin can no longer play in tune, and is now basically a wall ornament. My birthday is coming up, so I will politely ask if the parents could get me a cumbus.

Around 11, I drove my grandmother to the train station. We were very early, and so we went for coffee, and I realised that I like Vermont very little indeed. I left her in the waiting room, and returned home. A few minutes later, I went out again to witness Witnesses. I met Cass in the parking lot of her Kingdom Hall, and we went inside. The interior looked nothing like a catholic church, and had almost nothing in it except chairs, very nice people, Kyle Freihofer and a platform at the front with a podium. I sat with Cass, her brother and Kyle. The service began with a song, which was very hard to sing. I whined along as best I could, and the result was sort of like someone trying to shout politely across a room of quiet people. Soon the Speaker went up to the podium, and began to speak. He talked at great length about how a world ruled by Jehovah would be better than one ruled by men. It was interesting, and lasted half an hour. After it was over, Cass kindly presented me with a book explaining the JW's interpretation of the bible.

I left, and filled up the car at Nieghbz. When paying, I ran into Andy Ledwith, who was my boss at EC floor sanding. We talked briefly, and he offered me a summer job, which is awesome.

On my way to Home Depot to buy PVC pipe for reasons I will later explain, I opened the book Cass had just given me. The page I landed on caused me to think a great deal. It specified that religious images are a form of idolatry. Many analogies came to mind, but the one I like most is very simple. Having religious images to me at least, is like having pictures of family or friends. I have quite a few of them lying around and they are, however wierd this may seem, just like reminders of people I know and love.

When I had collected the piping, I drove to one of the dorms at Keene State to meet some people in my awesome class and construct panpipes and shakers. We did this, as well as talking about how amazing fraterities are, as we had just witnessed some pledges with humiliating symbols shaved into their hair passed out infront of the dorm. If people are paying for that sort of treatment, perhaps they would pay me to run them down in the little red Caseycopter, or play freeze tag at Surry dam.. Some people make very poor choices indeed.

After I was done, I came home, drank 2 Heinekens and watched a video of the CEO of the Cold Steel knife company disecting a pig with a a sword. Now I am worrying about a paper that I have due in on Tuesday..

Well, c ya soon.