It is no secret that there is not a lot of love out there for Georgia, at least not outside of the Bulldog Nation. I noted this in an earlier post, and I still stand by this assessment.
Yesterday while I was at work, they had the Georgia-Colorado game on TV. When Colorado was ahead 10-0 at the half, a couple of apparently impartial observers passed by, and when they saw the score they said, “Georgia’s getting killed! WOO-HOO!!!”
I can imagine that this reaction was only the tip of the iceberg as far as the anti-Georgia sentiment that exists out there, even in the hearts of those with no allegiance to any Georgia rival. I can only imagine the sheer volume of people basking in sheer ecstasy at the prospect of Georgia getting beat by a double-digit underdog that hadn’t won a game all year.
Well folks, sorry to disappoint. Continue reading “Sorry to Disappoint…”
I am now re-embracing the role of college student. (I am studying ot be a teacher; I started during the summer.) Some of you know this already; if not, you know it now.
Now, don’t get the wrong idea. This does NOT mean that I will be joining a fraternity, going on Spring Break, or throwing wild keg parties at my place. I am not taking it that far.
What it does mean, however, is that as my class schedule heats up with papers, field experiences, work, and other such things, as it is presently, the blogging will get lighter. I am now becoming reacquainted with the joys of insomnia and the rush that you get from running around like a freerange chicken with its head cut off trying to get assignments done on time, things that I remember all too well from my first time around.
So, until the end of the semester, expect the blogging to be much lighter than it has been. I will try to steal away and post something quick and short every so often; I may post links to some of my older material.
Today is the fifth anniversary of September 11. So what is it like for us now, five years later?
For some, this is a time of remembrance. Memorial services were held today in New York, Washington D. C., and Pennsylvania. Airport security personnel marked the time of the attacks with a brief moment of silence. Flags flew at half-mast in many places.
In many ways, it is impossible to forget what happened that fateful day. Airport security will never again be what it was before. “Homeland Security” and “War on Terror” are phrases that have now become staples in our vocabulary. For better or for worse, our approach to foreign policy has changed drastically. Much of the Middle East is now in turmoil; the success of our military and diplomatic efforts there has been mixed and the prospects for long-term peace and stability there are very uncertain.
But in many ways, it appears that we have forgotten. For the most part, life goes on as normal. There is still work to do, money to make, malls to shop, sports to enjoy, houses to build, highways to drive, life to live. We are all still going on about our business, and terrorist attacks cannot stop that.
In this post I turn my attention to the character of Rakitin.
Rakitin was a divinity student living at the monastery with Father Zossima and Alyosha. Rakitin is a foil to Alyosha, just as Father Ferapont is a foil to Father Zossima. Alyosha is a gentle and honest spiritual seeker who struggles but comes through his struggles to a stronger faith. Rakitin, on the other hand, is a rank unbeliever and a selfish opportunist. Rakitin even tries to seduce Alyosha to fall into sin at the critical moment when his faith is weakest. Continue reading “My Reaction to The Brothers Karamazov–Part 24: A Young Man Bent on a Career”
I am the worst kind of Georgia fan there is. Lewis Grizzard, a longtime Atlanta newspaper columnist and diehard Bulldog fan, always used to say, “I’m Bulldog born and Bulldog bred, and when I die I’ll be by-God Bulldog dead.” But I’ve got him beat cold. I’m a Dawg fan by choice.
You see, I am not from Atlanta or anywhere else in the state of Georgia. I grew up in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. My family is almost all diehard LSU fans, and I was too, while I was growing up. Then I moved to Atlanta during high school, and went to college at Georgia. I marched in the Redcoat Band for four years, and went to almost every football game during that time. As a result of my having such an up-close, personal view of Georgia football and being involved in something so close to the heart of Georgia school spirit, I have now identified with Georgia at a basic level and have a devotion that is perhaps impossible to shake. (I still have some partiality toward LSU, but not when they are playing Georgia. This was a bit of a struggle for me during my freshman year at Georgia, but ever since then I have had no problem cheering for Georgia when they play LSU.) Continue reading “Not Exactly Feeling the Love: On Evangelical Protestant-dom’s Rather Shaky Relationship with the Rest of the World”
I wanted to return briefly to the character of Father Ferapont, because I believe that the recent discussion of Kyle Lake and the watchblog antagonists serves as a perfect modern-day illustration of what was going on in the monastery when Father Zossima died and Father Ferapont denounced him. Continue reading “My Reaction to The Brothers Karamazov–Part 23: More on Father Ferapont”