National Geographic always has the most interesting articles. The latest issue is all about a new gospel - you know, it's like the Dead Sea Scrolls or some such. Apparently someone found an old book which was then transfered from person to person for about thirty years until someone got smart enough to take a closer look and what do they find? The Gospel of Judas. Sadly, the people who got a hold of it were stupid enough to undo the binding and shift the pages all around, deteriorating the papyrus and then leaving it in a bank vault.
So the story goes that in the past five years, a famous restorer of documents and a guy who knows his stuff about Coptic (the language in which the gospel was written) worked together and translated all that was left. What it says is that of all the disciples, only Judas truly understood Jesus's message, and that Judas did not willingly betray Jesus. In fact, Jesus asked Judas to do so so that Jesus might be free of his body.
So far, all testing that has been done has proven that the document is actually from the right time period.
Normally, I couldn't care less about religion, but when something this juicy pops up, it's just great. It's like the DaVinci Code or Stigmata, but so much better because the documents have been around for 2000 years. Anyhoo, just thought I'd share. Nifty, no?
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Monday, April 17, 2006
Post Pre Final
Let's just say that I'm depressed.
About a lot of things.
I'm depressed that I treated Ben so badly, yelling at him more in this one weekend than I have in the entirety of our relationship.
I'm depressed that I got a really bad crit today where the teachers basically told me my roof is great but everything else is trash.
I'm depressed that I forgot a CD so I had to run home and was late for dance.
I'm depressed that the teacher finally decided to let me dance even though I showed up after plies, and seemed to even have saved me my usual center front spot.
I'm depressed that I couldn't do any turns today.
I'm depressed that Archi-tectonics doesn't need any more interns.
I'm depressed that I'm probably not going to find a job this summer.
I'm depressed that there won't be a dance class next year.
I'm depressed.
I'm going to go and finish crying now.
About a lot of things.
I'm depressed that I treated Ben so badly, yelling at him more in this one weekend than I have in the entirety of our relationship.
I'm depressed that I got a really bad crit today where the teachers basically told me my roof is great but everything else is trash.
I'm depressed that I forgot a CD so I had to run home and was late for dance.
I'm depressed that the teacher finally decided to let me dance even though I showed up after plies, and seemed to even have saved me my usual center front spot.
I'm depressed that I couldn't do any turns today.
I'm depressed that Archi-tectonics doesn't need any more interns.
I'm depressed that I'm probably not going to find a job this summer.
I'm depressed that there won't be a dance class next year.
I'm depressed.
I'm going to go and finish crying now.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Apartment
My roommate finally let me know - she's moving out. Does anyone want to live with me? Or know anyone willing to pay $500 for rent which includes the utilities?
Monday, April 10, 2006
Breaking up is hard to do
Breaking up is hard to do. I know this now. No, I didn't break up with Benny-bean. We're still quite happy together.
A few of my friends are going through tough times and for the first time in my life, I have been deemed sympathetic enough to be confided in. I suppose back in high school everyone always considered me some sort of misery-chick like Daria (you know, the cartoon girl with the monotonous low voice? A voice very similar to mine?). Most of it was because of the voice and similarities, but I guess a lot of it was also the fact that I never cried in public, didn't laugh too often and also, didn't try very hard to make as many friends as possible.
And now, suddenly, I have people who actually want me to listen. Fascinating. I wonder if it's some sort of indication as to just how much I've changed since leaving for college...
A few of my friends are going through tough times and for the first time in my life, I have been deemed sympathetic enough to be confided in. I suppose back in high school everyone always considered me some sort of misery-chick like Daria (you know, the cartoon girl with the monotonous low voice? A voice very similar to mine?). Most of it was because of the voice and similarities, but I guess a lot of it was also the fact that I never cried in public, didn't laugh too often and also, didn't try very hard to make as many friends as possible.
And now, suddenly, I have people who actually want me to listen. Fascinating. I wonder if it's some sort of indication as to just how much I've changed since leaving for college...
