"Just open up your eyes" - Politik by Coldplay
Well I'm a little late on this but it doesn't matter. So I intern at this place CRI (http://capitolresource.org) and I love it there because the staff is just so crazy awesome. And I do mean crazy and awesome.
So Karen comes running up to me and says "Paola! Paola! Come and see this!" So I run after her to Meredith's office where she has this big ol' screen where she watches the assembly and stuff. So as many of you know, they've been discussing the California budget for a while. Every signle republican voted against it. Not only that but two democrats voted against it too. And one of those democrats happened to be Assemblywoman Parra. So as a punishment for "betraying" her party, the speaker of the house orders Parra to completely remove herself and all her staff and all her books and every single little thing in her office and move it all to an office across the street from the Capitol. Right before my eyes, the speaker did this.
Meredith turned and explained to me that yes, the speaker has this power.
Is this what our politics have come to? Squabbling assemblymembers punishing their own for voting (or not voting) for what she believes in? Don't they have better things to do?
Just for voting against her party, Parra was forced to move from her offices that she had worked in for six years. Imagine, six years of stuff in an office and she had to move it in two hours.
Our politicians can be the most idiotic fools at times.
My name is Paola, and I approve this message.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Simplicity
A cup in the sink filled with soapy water.
I took a whole couple of minutes from my busy day to gaze at this miracle.
Monday, August 11, 2008
My Triumphant Return to the World of Blogging
Well, it's certainly been a while since I've seen the familiar sight of my blog. Ah, how I've missed this outlet into which I can spew all the nonsensical garbage that collects in my head. So let's begin.
So the Olympics have started. I stayed up until midnight watching the parade of countries file in and I thought that it was kind of nice. I have some comments about it but those will come in a later post because I don't feel like barraging you with my criticisms over the Olympics at this moment. I've been drowned with the buzz of the olympics every single day by the media and frankly, I'm tired of hearing about the Olympics. Alright, it's a big competition of seeing who swims faster, who flips higher, who can stick the landing. Got it. What else is on tv?
So I was thinking of getting contacts because the dorky glasses that I own happen to not befit my face at all. At one point I was thinking of getting colored contacts. But then I stopped and thought, as I am in the habit of doing.
Why the heck do I want to change the color of my eyes? My eyes, though not extraordinary or stunning, are a deep brown and while it's a common color, I think they're not that bad. So why do I want to make my eyes green or blue? Then, maybe people would compliment me, and say "oh what pretty eyes you have". But I'll always know that they're not real. It's a sham, an illusion that I have created and it's not me that people are complimenting, it'll be the tiny piece of plastic on my eyeballs that they're complimenting. Not me. And when this thought transcends into the bigger scheme of things, you realize that lots of people do the same, including myself. We add stuff, we pretend to be stuff, that really is not us at all. And for what? So that we may please others? So that we may gain a sense of importance, that we have something no one else has? So that we might be appreciated and admired?
Back to the contacts. To change something about yourself means that you dislike whatever you change and that you're admitting you're not perfect. Well, of course we're not perfect. But sometimes things like this are taken to a superficial extreme. My eyes are perfectly normal. There is nothing wrong with them and I like them. Now why would I change something so grand that God has given me? I see no reason why I should change the color of my eyes just so I can strive to attain a perfection that is in fact only subjective. If everyone had blue eyes wouldn't the few with brown eyes be considered strange and wonderful?
Or maybe I'm rambling. Catch you later.
So the Olympics have started. I stayed up until midnight watching the parade of countries file in and I thought that it was kind of nice. I have some comments about it but those will come in a later post because I don't feel like barraging you with my criticisms over the Olympics at this moment. I've been drowned with the buzz of the olympics every single day by the media and frankly, I'm tired of hearing about the Olympics. Alright, it's a big competition of seeing who swims faster, who flips higher, who can stick the landing. Got it. What else is on tv?
So I was thinking of getting contacts because the dorky glasses that I own happen to not befit my face at all. At one point I was thinking of getting colored contacts. But then I stopped and thought, as I am in the habit of doing.
Why the heck do I want to change the color of my eyes? My eyes, though not extraordinary or stunning, are a deep brown and while it's a common color, I think they're not that bad. So why do I want to make my eyes green or blue? Then, maybe people would compliment me, and say "oh what pretty eyes you have". But I'll always know that they're not real. It's a sham, an illusion that I have created and it's not me that people are complimenting, it'll be the tiny piece of plastic on my eyeballs that they're complimenting. Not me. And when this thought transcends into the bigger scheme of things, you realize that lots of people do the same, including myself. We add stuff, we pretend to be stuff, that really is not us at all. And for what? So that we may please others? So that we may gain a sense of importance, that we have something no one else has? So that we might be appreciated and admired?
Back to the contacts. To change something about yourself means that you dislike whatever you change and that you're admitting you're not perfect. Well, of course we're not perfect. But sometimes things like this are taken to a superficial extreme. My eyes are perfectly normal. There is nothing wrong with them and I like them. Now why would I change something so grand that God has given me? I see no reason why I should change the color of my eyes just so I can strive to attain a perfection that is in fact only subjective. If everyone had blue eyes wouldn't the few with brown eyes be considered strange and wonderful?
Or maybe I'm rambling. Catch you later.
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