Tuesday, June 28, 2011

I want to believe

I've started watching the X Files again. I own the mythology series and seasons five and six, so I started at the beginning and am close to halfway through season six. It is probably my favorite show ever, for many reasons. After cartoons when I was a kid, I haven't been much of a tv watcher. The X Files was the most captivating, the only show I've really ever waited for every week. I like the characters, and who doesn't like a little government conspiracy? I guess the biggest appeal is the premise. The truth is out there. They are looking for the truth. But in that search there are many encounters with lies, deceit, and the unexpected. Some people are pretty simple, and like to think that life is, too. Some people never were granted that luxury. There is still so much we do not know, and I do think the world, the universe, is bigger than we can know. Faith, magic, mystery, the paranormal: all these things have captivated many people, people who think, or know, that there is more to this world than meets the five senses. In some ways we are all mysteries. We want to know, we want to find the truth. I want to believe the truth is out there, but maybe we are not quite meant to find the whole of it yet, or maybe the whole is greater than the sum of the parts.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011


This is probably going to be short and pointless. (and now you've been warned)

I was in such a productive state the last few weeks of school, with tests and papers and studying and working and cramming in social engagements to hang out one last time with all the people that are leaving, and now that I'm home for holidays and don't have lots of studying to do I feel restless and unproductive. It's a little annoying, actually. I realized I had downloaded several free books to kindle for iphone, which I think I will read. It is still a weird feeling, though. I suppose I should have picked up the books for my summer class, but I really did not have time to go find the bookstore (temporarily relocated for renovation). I may regret that come the first day of class, but that's okay. I'm pretty sure this restlessness happens every break. Alas.

Off to read!