<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074</id><updated>2011-12-14T20:56:27.421-06:00</updated><category term='Reading List'/><category term='Kant'/><category term='Problems'/><category term='Kierkegaard'/><category term='Works of Love'/><category term='Sickness Unto Death'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I wonder ...</title><subtitle type='html'>I would say just my thoughts, but I don't think alone.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-1764637386483812391</id><published>2010-07-05T22:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:49:48.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recently, I have been reading a lot of Christine Korsgaard's works in ethics.  For those unfamiliar, she is a "contemporary Kantian" ethicist.  In her case, this means that she has a constructivist interpretation of Kant's text.  The basic idea is that we are bound to ethics, because the rules of ethics are also the rules of action.  I think there are good reasons to argue this is not Kant's view</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/1764637386483812391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=1764637386483812391' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/1764637386483812391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/1764637386483812391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2010/07/recently-i-have-been-reading-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-1004592494358552079</id><published>2009-11-10T03:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T03:46:17.132-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kierkegaard'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Purity of heart is to will one thing.  In the last week or so, I have been in Tokyo.  I came to visit friends who also do house church here.  I have been impressed and challenged.  I would also say that I have also seen ways that I would do things differently.  On the plane and the trains, I have been reading a gift that my wife gave me for my birthday, "Purity of Heart is To Will One Thing."I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/1004592494358552079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=1004592494358552079' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/1004592494358552079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/1004592494358552079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2009/11/purity-of-heart-is-to-will-one-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-3819727628201335000</id><published>2009-09-22T17:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:56:53.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Problems'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My reading list work continues.  I've read everything on the list now and have summarized everything but one thing.  The last remaining detail is to summarize Metaphysics of Morals by Immanuel Kant (the Doctrine of Virtue section only).  I've been working scuriously on all of this and kind of tired of it.In large part, I learned that Kant's position has much more subtlety than I had foreseen.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/3819727628201335000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=3819727628201335000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/3819727628201335000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/3819727628201335000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-reading-list-work-continues.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-2789506549807561055</id><published>2009-09-19T16:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T16:49:59.357-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kierkegaard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Works of Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness Unto Death'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was reading through the last few entries of this blog, and I realized that I just reread Sickness Unto Death as part of my PhD requirements.  It's still a great book, but it makes better sense with Works of Love in mind.  Basically, SUD explains the relationship between self, other, and God as a fundamental constitution of the person.  WL, in turn, explains how such a self would express itself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/2789506549807561055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=2789506549807561055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/2789506549807561055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/2789506549807561055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-reading-through-last-few-entries.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-1049101701199576668</id><published>2009-09-19T11:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:57:14.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't posted here in a while.  Much has changed in my life since the days where I was here.  I would say that my fundamental values remain the same even if I've come to express them in different ways.Many joyful things have happened.  I dated, was engaged, and am now married.  I started on a PhD and am now in my third year.My ideas of how to do church have changed dramatically.  While I still</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/1049101701199576668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=1049101701199576668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/1049101701199576668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/1049101701199576668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-havent-posted-here-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-456729257988952294</id><published>2008-06-13T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:42:10.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>post in response to Simon at (http://blog.simon-cozens.org/post/view/1356?comments=1)  I realize that this post is rather outdated.  I will do my best to address some of your concerns.  I don't think it will be convincing per se.  First off, I think it is a very good point to bring up the problem of the now.  House church is definitely an arrangement that feels it is best suited to meeting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/456729257988952294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=456729257988952294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/456729257988952294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/456729257988952294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2008/06/post-in-response-to-simon-at-httpblog.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-115069634567545757</id><published>2006-06-19T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:52:25.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a dream...I want to say it was Thursday two weeks ago.  I'm trying to eliminate all sorts of worthless scraps of paper, so I'm translating the strange scrawl that I wrote when I awoke to memorialze the dream.  I don't remember much of it except what I told Stephanie at the time: it was all people from the group i was in at Great Shepherd after college.  They were a good group of people; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/115069634567545757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=115069634567545757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/115069634567545757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/115069634567545757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-had-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-114896487832110108</id><published>2006-05-29T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:54:38.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The summa continues to provide interesting fodder for thought.  Particularly, it seems to be prefacing many of the later arguments concerning God's existence.Summa Theologica Article 2 Question 2Latin:Praeterea, si demonstraretur Deum esse, hoc non esset nisi ex effectibus eius. Sed effectus eius non sunt proportionati ei, cum ipse sit infinitus, et effectus finiti; finiti autem ad infinitum non </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/114896487832110108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=114896487832110108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/114896487832110108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/114896487832110108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2006/05/summa-continues-to-provide-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-114859381893823489</id><published>2006-05-25T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T16:50:18.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Summa Theologicae Question 2: Article ILatina:Praeterea, illa dicuntur esse per se nota, quae statim, cognitis terminis, cognoscuntur, quod philosophus attribuit primis demonstrationis principiis, in I Poster., scito enim quid est totum et quid pars, statim scitur quod omne totum maius est sua parte. Sed intellecto quid significet hoc nomen Deus, statim habetur quod Deus est. Significatur enim </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/114859381893823489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=114859381893823489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/114859381893823489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/114859381893823489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2006/05/summa-theologicae-question-2-article-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-114542581085024228</id><published>2006-04-19T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:47:39.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A personal application of the Art of War:（形篇 ）孫子日：昔之善戦者、先為不可勝、以待適之可勝。不可勝在己、可勝在適。故善戦者、能為不可勝、不能使適必可勝。(Ames Translation: "Strategic Positions" Master Sun said: "Of old the expert in battle would first make himself invincible and then wait for the enemy to expose his vulnerability.  Invincible depends on oneself; vulnerability lies with the enemy.  Therefore the expert in battle can make himself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/114542581085024228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=114542581085024228' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/114542581085024228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/114542581085024228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2006/04/personal-application-of-art-of-war.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-114532050739565784</id><published>2006-04-17T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T19:35:07.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quotes from the Sickness unto Death"Now we see how extraordinarily stupid (so that there can still be a remnant of something extraordinary) it is to defend Christianity, how little knowledge of human nature it manifests, how it connives even if unconsciously, with offense by making Christianity out to be some poor, miserable thing that in the end has to be rescued by a champion.  Therefore, it is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/114532050739565784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=114532050739565784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/114532050739565784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/114532050739565784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2006/04/quotes-from-sickness-unto-deathnow-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-114352978078705011</id><published>2006-03-28T00:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T01:09:40.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dies dicti sunt a deis quorum nomina Romani quibusdam stellis dedicaverunt.  Primum enim diem a Sole appellavareunt, qui princeps est omnium stellarum ut idem dies caput ominum diorum.  Secundum diem a Luna appellaverunt, quae ex Sole lucem accepit.  Tertium ab stella Martis, quae vesper appellatur. Quartum ab stella Mercurii.  Quintum ab stella Jovis. Sextus a Veneris stella, quam Luciferum </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/114352978078705011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=114352978078705011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/114352978078705011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/114352978078705011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2006/03/dies-dicti-sunt-deis-quorum-nomina.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-114210607497688068</id><published>2006-03-11T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T13:41:14.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Earlier today I was reading the NY Times and ran across two articles that were rather interesting: http://www.nytimes.com/2006/03/12/books/review/12wolf.html?8hpib which was about "Wild Young Adult Novels" and http://www.nytimes.com/2006/03/11/arts/television/11mart.html?8hpib which described an MTV documentary about the genocide in Darfur.  Both of these struck me but for different reasons.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/114210607497688068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=114210607497688068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/114210607497688068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/114210607497688068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2006/03/earlier-today-i-was-reading-ny-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-114176460596799660</id><published>2006-03-07T14:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T14:50:06.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cowardice is a profound pride, because it is cowardly enough not to be willing to understand what pride truly is.  As soon as this understanding is forced upon it, it is cowardly, disintegrates with a bang, and bursts like a bubble.  Cowardice is profound pride, and it manifests its pride by shrinking, as well as by taking into account the fact that it has never suffered a defeat.  Therefore it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/114176460596799660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=114176460596799660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/114176460596799660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/114176460596799660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2006/03/cowardice-is-profound-pride-because-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-113851616240518421</id><published>2006-01-29T00:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T00:29:22.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People who are profoundly lacking and are given to cliches are frequently heard to say that a light shines on the Christian world, whereas darkness enshrouds paganism.  This kind of talk has always struck me as strange, inasmuch as every more thorough thinker, every more earnest artist still regenerates himself in the eternal youth of the Greeks.  The explanation for such a statement is that one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113851616240518421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=113851616240518421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113851616240518421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113851616240518421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2006/01/people-who-are-profoundly-lacking-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-113781174559339396</id><published>2006-01-20T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T11:58:32.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Something wonderful has happened to me.  I was carried up into the seventh heaven.  There all the gods sat assembled.  By special grace I was granted the favor of a wish.  "Will you,"  said Mercury, "have youth, or beauty, or power, or a long life, or the most beautiful maiden or any of the other glories we have in the chest?  hoose, but only one thing."  For a moment I was at a loss.  Then I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113781174559339396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=113781174559339396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113781174559339396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113781174559339396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2006/01/something-wonderful-has-happened-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-113721295629860550</id><published>2006-01-13T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:29:16.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pauci viri veros amicos habent, et pauci sunt digni.  Amicitia vera est praeclara et omina praeclara sunt rara.  Multi viri stulti de pecunia, semper cogitant, pauci de amicis; sed errant: possumus valere sine multa pecunia, sed sine amicitia non valemus et vita est nihil.Cicero De Amicitia 21.79-80少し人々は本当な友達あります。少しは物価あります。本当な友さは素晴らしいですが全素敵は珍しいです。多い馬鹿な人々はいつもお金について考える、少しは友達について考えて、けど間違い：我々はお金無い勝</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113721295629860550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=113721295629860550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113721295629860550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113721295629860550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2006/01/pauci-viri-veros-amicos-habent-et.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-113692726153997459</id><published>2006-01-10T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T15:07:41.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's not that I'm desperately looking.  I just enjoy online tests.  And the test results seem to say what I want them to say:               The Slow Dancer Deliberate Gentle Love Dreamer (DGLDm)     Steady, reliable, and cradling her tenderly. Take a deep breath, and let it out real easy...you are The Slow Dancer.   Your focus is love, not sex, and for your age, you have average  experience. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113692726153997459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=113692726153997459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113692726153997459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113692726153997459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-not-that-im-desperately-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-113618405577498413</id><published>2006-01-02T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T00:40:55.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recently, I've been having some difficulty in finding books that I would actually like to read.  There are a few books that I always return to under these circumstances: Fyodor Dostoevysky's Crime and Punishment,The Idiot, and The Brothers Karamazov; Leo Tolstoy'sThe Resurrection; and Charles Dicken's David Copperfield.  Returning home for Christmas, I'd left the Russian novelists in California </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113618405577498413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=113618405577498413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113618405577498413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113618405577498413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2006/01/recently-ive-been-having-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-113618329797237180</id><published>2006-01-02T00:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T00:28:17.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Most of my postings have been rather extensive in length.  And for this I make no apologies.  No one is reading my blog to figure out what's happening in the highly dramatic life of Andrew.  My hope has been that some tortured well-read soul would find my particular brand of writing interesting enough to comment.  I'm not sure if it's that my style is too dry or that it crosses into the whining </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113618329797237180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=113618329797237180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113618329797237180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113618329797237180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2006/01/most-of-my-postings-have-been-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-113591328647479932</id><published>2005-12-29T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T21:30:21.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I've found a video game that I actually want to play.  Kingdom Hearts looks like it rocks.  Joey said he liked it.  If I had a PS2, I would buy this game and play it.The Song is "Clean and Simple" by Utada Hikaru.  She was born in New York, but she's probably the most popular singer in Japan.  Her English is excellent as is her Japanese.  (This is the opening to the game).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113591328647479932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=113591328647479932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113591328647479932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113591328647479932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-think-ive-found-video-game-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-113580539546489596</id><published>2005-12-28T15:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T15:29:55.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nearer to the beginning of Naruto, I was relating to Quinton that I identified more with Sasuke and Naruto and that I liked his character better.  Obviously with the whole being devoted completely to Orochimaru situation, I can't say I like Sasuke nearly as much as I did.  But even before this, Sasuke's abilities have always seemed to me as superior in comparison to Naruto.  Quinton pointed out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113580539546489596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=113580539546489596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113580539546489596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113580539546489596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2005/12/nearer-to-beginning-of-naruto-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-113537711227539012</id><published>2005-12-23T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:31:52.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I was reading on CNN something not to look forward to.  Apparently, a professor who was minding her own business got stabbed by one of her students.  (http://www.cnn.com/2005/LAW/12/23/prof.stabbed.ap/index.html).  So one day I guess I can look forward to doing my best to help people just so that they can knife me.Last night, I was talking with some friends about gun control laws.  One of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113537711227539012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=113537711227539012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113537711227539012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113537711227539012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-i-was-reading-on-cnn-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-113522497130537317</id><published>2005-12-21T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T22:16:11.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I translated the lyrics to a Japanese rock song that I've always liked.  They're more forceful now that I know what they mean:  The Song is Chiisaana koi no uta 小さいな 恋いの歌　(A little love song).  It's by a group called Mongol 800 who are from Okinawa.  I was dismayed to see that they played in Little Tokyo in November.  Because I think is the first piece of Japanese music that I liked other than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113522497130537317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=113522497130537317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113522497130537317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113522497130537317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-translated-lyrics-to-japanese-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-113493836849924425</id><published>2005-12-18T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T14:39:28.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In addition to reading books, I also read Japanese manga (in Japanese) and watch anime.  Recently, I watched Gundam Seed Destiny.  On one level, this is a cheesy childrens' cartoon.  But beneath the mechanized combat is an amazingly subtle dialog about freedom, evil, and fate.  The initial backdrop of this conversation is a universe with two types of people: Naturals and Coordinators.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113493836849924425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=113493836849924425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113493836849924425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113493836849924425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-addition-to-reading-books-i-also.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-113493783299030331</id><published>2005-12-18T14:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T14:30:35.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one interesting outcome of being in school is that it's been giving me a good deal of free time.  When I have free time, I get bored.  And then I remember reading.  Reading is one of my favorite pasttimes, and reading good books and talking about them is a special treat.Books I've Read In the Past Two Months (My Reading Rainbow)Heretics (most of it anyway) by G.K. Chesterton  -  this is his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113493783299030331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=113493783299030331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113493783299030331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113493783299030331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-interesting-outcome-of-being-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-113299018206592975</id><published>2005-11-26T01:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T01:29:42.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a rather interesting Thanksgiving dinner.  I've rarely felt more welcome in the home of another, so I had much to be genuinely thankful for.  Being most of the way across the country, heading home ceased to be a plausible option.  Within this wonderful day, there were many conversations that drew my interest.  There was one that brought everyone to stop speaking.  And this one has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113299018206592975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=113299018206592975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113299018206592975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113299018206592975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterday-was-rather-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-113217559019070135</id><published>2005-11-16T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T15:13:10.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last week, I was reading G.K. Chesteron.  This week I've been reading Frederick Buechner.  The quality of reading suggestions that I've been getting recently has been exquisite.  While I'd read The Man who was Thursday before; Orthodoxy and Heretics helped to illuminate much of what was going on in this work.  Talking with Jonathon also helped me to come to a positive understanding of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113217559019070135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=113217559019070135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113217559019070135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113217559019070135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2005/11/last-week-i-was-reading-g.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-113158903793726207</id><published>2005-11-09T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:18:24.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I beg your pardon," said Syme grimly, "I forgot we had abolished all conventions."For the first time a red patch appeared on Gregory's forehead."You don't expect me," he said, "to revolutionise society on this lawn?"Syme looked straight into his eyes and smiled sweetly."No I don't," he said; "but I suppose that if you were serious about your anarchism, this is exactly what you would do."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113158903793726207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=113158903793726207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113158903793726207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113158903793726207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-beg-your-pardon-said-sym_113158903793726207.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-113046222947906711</id><published>2005-10-27T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T20:17:23.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The only reason I'm blogging again is 'cause Quinton posted a comment. But looking at my previous post, I can say that in some ways I've moved signficantly from where I was at the last posting. My sense of disappointment has been confirmed by current situation. The philosophical environment here at Talbot is definitely not what I had been hoping for. Viewed simply, they're pastors who can do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113046222947906711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=113046222947906711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113046222947906711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/113046222947906711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2005/10/only-reason-im-blogging-again-is-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-112199738615763635</id><published>2005-07-21T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:56:26.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe if I post something about the emergent church, people will actually bother to read my blog and reply.  Recently, a large number of the issues I've been dealing with both personally, with others, and philosophically have centered on the idea of community.1. Personally, I've always been looking for it and happy to find it whenever and wherever I can.2. Jointly, recently a number of the people</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/112199738615763635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=112199738615763635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/112199738615763635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/112199738615763635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2005/07/maybe-if-i-post-something-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-112166304437831192</id><published>2005-07-17T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:04:04.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't think anyone reads my blog, but I don't meant to lament that greatly.  There are certain advantages in that.  But if anyone does read my blog, I just thought I'd say I'm looking forward to going Talbot this fall to get an MA in Philosophy of Religion and Ethics (it's interesting that they call it that and qualify it in that way when it seems more to be concentrated in Metaphysics and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/112166304437831192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=112166304437831192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/112166304437831192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/112166304437831192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-dont-think-anyone-reads-my-blog-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-112113576285214652</id><published>2005-07-11T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T21:36:02.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freakonomics: ReviewI bought Freakonomics on Friday night while waiting for Quinton and read it in its entirety that evening and the next day.  The hype doesn't do the book justice.  And by that I mean, it really just doesn't deserve the hype.Maybe my hopes were too high, but I was expecting it to prove things and provide more fact and less anecdote.   This is to say that my disappointment wiht </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/112113576285214652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=112113576285214652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/112113576285214652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/112113576285214652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2005/07/freakonomics-review-i-bought.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-112088825480361485</id><published>2005-07-09T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T00:50:54.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The war of attrition at IHOPAfter bowling, Quinton, Zak, and I went to IHOP since Portillo's isn't open all that late out here in the suburbs.  It was an interesting experience.  It felt like there might have been a war of attrition going on between our waiter Abdul and the other waiter.  The service was poor -- amazingly so.  It took an astonishing 30 minutes for them to prepare: 1 chocolate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/112088825480361485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=112088825480361485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/112088825480361485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/112088825480361485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2005/07/war-of-attrition-at-ihop-after-bowling.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-112088766535147378</id><published>2005-07-09T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T00:41:05.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Lights are on But Nobody's HomeTonight made for a rather interesting evening. It was Quinton's birthday, so I was planning to stick in the city. But I couldn't get reach him via phone, so I was losing hope that things would materialize. Since I'd rather have met him in the city than make him come out to the Suburbs for something to do, I waited for him there. I wasted as much time as I could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/112088766535147378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=112088766535147378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/112088766535147378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/112088766535147378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2005/07/lights-are-on-but-nobodys-home-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-110429594263217728</id><published>2004-12-28T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T22:52:22.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>苦難の日に、神様があなたとともに折られますように！ヤコブの神が、いっさいの危険から守ってくださいように。主がシオン（イエルサレム）の聖所から、助 けの手を届べてくださいように。あなたのささげ物、完全に焼り尽くすいけにえを、喜んて心に留めてくださいように。あなたの願いをかなえ、計画をことごと く実現させてくださいますように。あなたの勝利の知らせが伝わると、喜びの声がわき上がり、神様があなたのためになさったすべてを記念して、神様をたたえ る旗が高くを掲げられます。あなたの祈りが、ぜんぶ答えられますように。（Psalms　２０：１－５）</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/110429594263217728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=110429594263217728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/110429594263217728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/110429594263217728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2004/12/psalms.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-110350237195345475</id><published>2004-12-19T17:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T18:26:11.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've watched my dreams all fade away and blister in the sun, poverty has changed my view of what true riches are.  Pain has been the catalyst to my heart's happiness.  This is the good life.  I've lost everything I've ever had, ever dreamed of.Recently, I've been thinking about the same things I've always been thinking of.  This proved to be a rather interesting time for thought.  Many of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/110350237195345475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=110350237195345475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/110350237195345475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/110350237195345475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2004/12/ive-watched-my-dreams-all-fade-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-110204605882155875</id><published>2004-12-02T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T21:54:18.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's funny how you find you enjoy your life when you're happy to be alive.面白いのことは生きてを楽しくが、生きてるは嬉しいのです。I don't really know what else to say.  I've mentioned just about everything worth mentioning.. I just hope that I get into graduate school now.  Joey is hopeful for me, but he always is.もと言いてが分からないよ。全部について話した。僕の望みは研究大学を入る今。直に、恵むは俺のために望みなけど、いつもそれらしいです。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/110204605882155875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=110204605882155875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/110204605882155875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/110204605882155875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-funny-how-you-find-you-enjoy-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-110168141350664918</id><published>2004-11-28T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T16:36:53.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to see miracles, to see the world change.  I wrestled the angel for more than a name. And yet right now, I don't see miracles, I feel inadequate, sinful and woefully incomplete.  I'm reminded of my singlehood visciously every day, and I'm combatting boredom in as many ways as I can design and figure how.  But beneath it all, I'm still haunted by the gripping fear of being alone.  And that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/110168141350664918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=110168141350664918' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/110168141350664918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/110168141350664918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-want-to-see-miracles-to-see-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-110049537372556753</id><published>2004-11-14T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T23:09:33.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Since no one reads my Blog, I'm not sure why I keep posting.  I guess I'm hoping that someone will.  Nothing has changed in the past day or so.  If anything, I feel as I've gotten a little angrier.　　I've been thinking about some of the annoying details of rejection and found myself rather annoyed at my present state.  I don't know any girls that I feel I could date.  In part, I joined the small </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/110049537372556753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=110049537372556753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/110049537372556753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/110049537372556753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2004/11/since-no-one-reads-my-blog-im-not-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-110037111821165069</id><published>2004-11-13T11:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T12:38:38.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The waters covered their adversaries; not one of them survived.  Then they believed his promises and sang his praise." Ps. 106:11,12 "Then they despised the pleasant land; the did not believe his promise.  They grumbled in their tents and did not obey the Lord." Ps. 106:25How often do I demonstrate this?  When I believe in the promises of God, my heart turns to praise.  When I forget them, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/110037111821165069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=110037111821165069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/110037111821165069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/110037111821165069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2004/11/waters-covered-their-adversaries-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-110030896836461662</id><published>2004-11-12T19:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T19:22:48.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>今直俺が人切な感じる。おしい忘れてに来た。今夜、二回は思い返った。俺が好きない。いま彼氏があるが、おれではない。そんな事には俺怒り成りました。妥 当は怒り成って。何も直ってがある。理解を出来ない。僕の頭脳には簡単と知ってるが、僕の心臓には難しいです。何で俺が嫌くないや好きないは俺の難問で す。そんな女大好きでしたが俺に同じ思いは全然ありました。僕の彼女ではない。ありませんでした。ありません。あるじゃない。寂しい。前の時はそんな時代と同じー。だけど変わってにはない、それは何で俺にそんな時は前時もっと悲しく感じて。若い俺は、が僕の頭と心臓は古く。おさんに変わてにはない。お邪魔に。それは僕に怖い。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/110030896836461662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=110030896836461662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/110030896836461662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/110030896836461662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-109963292285414519</id><published>2004-11-04T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T23:35:22.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>              Times are not really changing for me.  This phase of life is now a big long stretch.  I spend my days programming and my nights chilling with my people.  I don’t know what else to really say.  My brother has just hit me with $7000 of debt that he might not ever repay.  His ideas are getting more desperate instead of less desperate, and he doesn’t seem to comprehend that I don’t want</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/109963292285414519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=109963292285414519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/109963292285414519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/109963292285414519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2004/11/times-are-not-really-changing-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-109916708752970628</id><published>2004-10-30T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T15:11:27.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>              I think I’ve made my life a little less complicated.  I’ve learned a lesson that I never wanted to but had to learn.  I was thinking today more about subjects I should just forget.  I was remembering the first thought that held value after my last rejection, I remembered what made life worth living, I remembered that I don’t own my own life.  I learned the lesson through the way of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/109916708752970628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=109916708752970628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/109916708752970628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/109916708752970628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-think-ive-made-my-life-little-less.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-109159011538579222</id><published>2004-08-03T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T22:28:35.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I suppose I could post more often here if I only thought to do so... But I don't think anyone reads my blog.  I've been working on a paper in the hopes of getting into a good graduate school for the Fall of 2005.  Right now, my topic (which has undergone revision through the many long hard hours I've spent working) is silence, speech, and the violent possibility.  My thesis is that every time we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/109159011538579222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=109159011538579222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/109159011538579222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/109159011538579222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-suppose-i-could-post-more-often-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-108777179149567205</id><published>2004-06-20T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T17:49:51.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This just in: No one reads my blog.Recently, I've been working on what for me is a rather major paper.  Some of you (the zero and a third of a person who read this blog) might think that's a little odd if you know that I'm not in school right now.  But that's the point, I'm trying to write a paper good enough to push me into the graduate schools I'd like to be learning in....Moving forward,  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/108777179149567205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=108777179149567205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/108777179149567205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/108777179149567205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-just-in-no-one-reads-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-108493189133491932</id><published>2004-05-18T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T20:58:11.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In an irony of ironies, I only start posting when my one friend who blogs stops...  I know a few girls who Xanga, but they do so with great irregularity.  It's hard to maintain the quality of my posts.Right now, I'm working on drafting a paper when I go for another round of graduate school applying.  Hopefully, I will meet with better results than I did in the previous year.  My topic is "Job </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/108493189133491932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=108493189133491932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/108493189133491932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/108493189133491932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2004/05/in-irony-of-ironies-i-only-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-108465500228676713</id><published>2004-05-15T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T16:03:22.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been 5 months since I made the four posts I made here.  I guess I'm bored enough to post again...recently I've been doing some reading from John Millbank's "Being Reconciled."  In it, he talks about the problem of radical evil, attempting to respond using the traditional (Augustinian) understanding of evil as privation.  Evil as privation means that evil is an absence, the lack of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/108465500228676713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=108465500228676713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/108465500228676713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/108465500228676713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2004/05/its-been-5-months-since-i-made-four.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-107125192088172112</id><published>2003-12-12T11:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T11:58:53.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3. What is sentience, and how do I know that I am sentient? Perception is the result of biochemical processes, not of some mystical force inhabiting a human being. Futher, if you cut off a man's senses, he does not cease to be a man. Sentience is rather variously defined.  You'd really have to explain what you want to ask by that question.  But from the questions that you are asking, I would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/107125192088172112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=107125192088172112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/107125192088172112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/107125192088172112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2003/12/3.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953074.post-107125135415092791</id><published>2003-12-12T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T11:59:13.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. Can any meaningful definition be given to "soul?" If so, what is it, and how do I know that I have one?2. Can one have a soul without having a brain? If yes, then what organs may not be transplanted? If no, then zygotes do not have souls. At what point does a fetus have a soul? And is it ethical to grow headless humans for the purpose of harvesting their organs?1.   Yes, a soul can be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/107125135415092791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5953074&amp;postID=107125135415092791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/107125135415092791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953074/posts/default/107125135415092791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaudiumetspes.blogspot.com/2003/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08692567267747130821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
