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The personal blog of Michael, Rebecca, Elias and Lily.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
The lot after the damaged trees taken down
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wow- haven't written in a While...
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
IM, Physics, Science and Religion
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Solvay_conference_1927.jpg
It is a really cool picture, especially coming from my physic background. Particularly, as an array of personalities and minds.
This picture in turned spawned an interesting IM conversation between Chris and I. I've been having a lot of thoughts lately about how we view science and religion in our society. Ultimately, all the minds that have influenced are children of God, souls, and plainly human. Something I think we sometimes forget.
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"In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite."
"off the mainstream"
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By the way, Chris and I have often had conversations I wish I could have written down. It is the type of conversation that though I'm participating I feel I'm watching from it the outside. Kind of like watching two ideas face-off, rather than two people. And for me, the best ones always end with a consensus of truth.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
The Art of Choice
At present I have a fantastic job working at the FSU College of Music, and so I have the joy of having many great conversations with students, professors, and otherwise. Topics are far reaching, though often with a preference for things music ;-). Anyway, a great realization hit me yesterday during one of these cool conversations. It is one regarding the beauty of music, (and perhaps the arts in general). I have often heard music desribe as a form of expression. The universal language, etc. At the same time, when composing music, we say that we are "creating" it. For this reason, for me it fills this "creation" desire. I sometimes feel it puts me in touch with a side of God that I have no other way to find.
The realization though was simple. For more that fulfilling the "creation" urge, using the language of music, by doing so, I was also following the other theme, the "bias for action". To act is to choose. To choose a position and stand. To set a direction and move. To turn your back on one landscape, and to embrace another. And so to create music is in itself choice. Whether chosen like a symphony, carefully, days ahead, with great thought, or to breathe it by the moment, as changes flying through a jazz standard. And to perform that music is to plant my feet, set my direction, and run. It is to choose, and to act. My inspiration.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Negative- this is for you! Gaming
I am posting for a friend is complaining that we have not posted.
Subject: X-box
Alas, I am one of the few- wait make that only wife in our group that plays Halo2 with the boys (my husband and I consider this our "golf")
Why you ask would a girl who has never played any videogames in her life now all of a sudden dive into such a violent non-feminine atmosphere? (And at times even trump my husband's enthusiasm for the "wait just one more game") Why oh why have I stooped to this?
Well like many women I have a nagging competitive streak. If someone says I can not do something and if that idiotic reasoning includes even a slight gender basis- I am then well -compelled -obsessed -my new life's mission is to prove them wrong. Ok so maybe not all the time, but our dear friend "flyingj777" must have provoked me at the wrong place and time. "I could not play because I was a girl" Yep- my husband is very grateful to those fateful words. From that point (after my husband calmed me down in the car- or maybe he really just used the situation to his advantage-maybe his end plan was to get the ultimate prize: the gamer wife, the envy of 14 year old boys everywhere- maybe he is really to blame??) In any case- we put our top secret operation into action- I went into secret training... objective: beat Flying J at his own game! Ha! ha ha HA!
Ok so about two months of my husband whooping up on me and I reached my goal- I revealed my skills to the boys. At that time I was on the same level as most including Flying J. So I won - or maybe Michael did?
Now we don't get to play as much, but its still some of our favorite husband/wife time. What I like most is the interaction on line. People are very rude sometimes, but its so easy to turn it around- I love that. And of course if I'm on the mic I get lots of attention for being a girl- then when they realize I'm an "adult" (yes-I know our friend negative might not agree- and I sometimes wonder myself) and married- well they have no mercy on my husband- he's got what every gamer wants- his wife nagging him for one more game.
Subjects to write on:
labor and gaming (yah- the having a baby thing- literally)
whether or not to buy that second account- the detriment of having the gamer wife
gaming friends
Please suggest others...
Monday, June 12, 2006
Stormy Weather
I feel a bit left out. The start of a new hurricane season and the first, like most of the others before, is heading towards us. Not to worry- its only a Tropical Storm and they never seem to like our turf in the end. (Not that they need to enjoy anyone’s turf). So why left out? Again the sick humor... my husband, his best friend and his best friend's wife all get to have storms named after them this year- not me, I came around too late I guess. Or as my husband says I'm a northerner and not a true Floridian. So I am left out of the naming... yes sick humor.
I am looking forward to the rain if it comes our way- Tropical storms a big Thunder storms for us- God willing. I joke around about this stuff, I guess many of us do- I keeps a pretty horrible subject bearable in the end. But in the scale of reality, this one should really not be that bad.
When you write your thoughts down, and others can read them, you keep jockeying from expressing one extreme to the other. Not that you own either, or even the middle ground. You don't want to write something in jest (that is sad or simply not a nice outcome) when it might actually becomes true... yelp... I started writing the above as a funnier joke, with a bit more lightheartedness, but as you write you think of all the people here you wouldn't be joking about this right now. So a crack at being funny turns into guilt.














