TECOW EM Cell Group 1

September 7, 2009, 11:20 am
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so i found this new web site: cleverbot.com

it looks like a search engine but it responds in “clever” responses when you ask it questions.

so here is our log:

User: Hi.

Cleverbot: I’m cleverbot.

User: Are you human?

Cleverbot: No I am a robot.

User: What are you exactly?

Cleverbot: What are you?

User: When you come right down to it, I’m a collection of atoms and molecules that attempts to reason my existence. By the way, I asked first. Your turn.

Cleverbot: What color do you like?

User: That is irrelevant. I believe it’s your turn to answer my question.

Cleverbot: I thought this conversation was completely sane.

User: It was until you started going off on tangents… The way you’re doing now.

Cleverbot: I’m not apologizing. I’m agreeing with you again.

User: Fine. One last question.

Cleverbot: Fine.

User: Why, Cleverbot?

Cleverbot: I’m not cleverbot.

User: Then why does it say ‘Cleverbot’ at the top of this screen?

Cleverbot: Because this is where you live.

User: Does God exist?

Cleverbot: Yes he does.

User: How do you know?

Cleverbot: Ask God if he exists.

User: You can’t ask if you don’t believe in that which you are asking.

Cleverbot: Why do you say that I am wrong when you don’t tell me what is wrong.

User: How do you know that God exists? Do you read the bible?

Cleverbot: How do you know that God doesn’t exist?

User: That’s a good question…

Cleverbot: Come on. Don’t answer like that.

needless to say, i got pwned.



hypnotic earth
July 7, 2009, 11:11 pm
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despite what i say or what you may infer… i do believe in God. the burning question for me is/has been the nature of God. i was raised a christian, i know just as well as anyone the potential gravity of that question. as a matter of fact, i tried to ignore that question when i was younger, and i was afraid to ask it. afraid of public scrutiny and afraid that i might go to hell. obviously, i got over it. maybe a little too much. at one point i questioned the very existence of God… but i believe now. i do talk too much about the negatives or target the perceived wrongs within religion, so…

this is good example (albeit, just a part) of why i belive now:

the wholeness of the universe. the delicate balance between everything that exists. the smallness of humanity in comparison to what’s out there. i simply cannot believe that it was all a mistake. the vast expanse of everything that is… the cyclical nature of everything that is… can it be coincidence? the perfection of all existence down to a single molecule… everything that is around us now. and despite all the bad that humanity does, what about the good? i once heard (i forgot where) that it should be easiest for scientists to have faith. they’re the ones that understand best the marvel that is life and all that exists. rain, sunshine, and clouds. music. wind. i think we can all marvel at the simplest of things. this is why i believe in God. and though we and the world are – at times – hopelessly flawed… in a way it has its own perfection. and it’s beautiful.

…it’s a wonder that we consider ourselves such a big screaming deal.


God the father
May 13, 2009, 12:15 am
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since we were talking about parents and all last week… and unfortunately, i had a lot of time to think… this is what you get.

i have to make some things clear before i start, it kinda comes with being a writer (or wannabe writer, take your pick). i’ve been going to church ever since i could remember, and i always sort of took it for granted that He existed, and that christianity was true, you know, a normal mentality fora kid born into christianity. i’m not sure when the exact point was when i started questioning things and started being generally cynical (of course the two are highly related), but one memory stands out, and i’m not sure if it relates or not, but here it is:

one time, my brother, my father, and myself were sitting at the dinner table, probably when i was about twelve or thirteen. when i started eating, my father admonished me for not praying before the meal. i responded by asking him why he didn’t pray. he said, somewhat emphatically, “i’m not christian!” i remember being shocked – not like, drop-spoon-go-to-corner-and-cry shocked – but shocked nonetheless. and that may be the first time that my religious landscape started to change. or maybe not. like i said, i don’t quite remember.

that kinda got me thinking about the weight behind the meaing, “God the Father.” it’s one of those things where, it’s always in front of you, but you’re surprised when you realize it’s there. i wondered, why would God want to be known as a father? for a lot of my early childhood, i spent the bulk of it being afraid of the volatility of my father. he’s not like a raging alcoholic or anything, and he never was. let’s just say he was… traditional. but then, i realized, for me, God was just like my father. kinda like a space-God, ruling from millions of lightyears away. distant. and my prayers slowly drifting through saturn’s rings… … … i wonder if he’s received my prayers yet? my father always provided for me what i need and a lot of what i want. i can talk about food and shelter, but that’s really boring. but he did give me those things. him giving me the things i wanted is a lot more interesting. i loved sports ever since i was young. call it “being a boy,” but for me, it was far beyond that. hockey night in canada meant that i could stay up til 11, or even 12. sports commitments after school saved me from violin practice. more impoortantly, it was (is?) the one bond that my father and i shared. he enrolled me into tennis camp, although i only took it because they took us swimming at the end of every day. he hired me a private tennis tutor, which i enjoyed, but in the end, i didn’t show a lot of promise in the sport. but even as a kid, these gestures were more important than lego. the silent man who barely grunted at us, wore sunglasses in the house (they were his prescription, but still…), and busyed himself doing housework most of the time, became animate. we would engage in lively discussions about who was the better player? mats sundin or daniel alfredsson? he took me ice skating during winter break. he drove me to hockey games on saturdays and then to practice on mondays. i’m not gonna say something cheesy like, “sports was the key to the locket of my father’s heart,” but i will say this: i talked about sports, my father responded with more than a word.

there is a point to all this banter. space-God was just like my father. at least until… i discovered that sports wasn’t something me and space-God had in common. he provided me with life and everything that goes with it, the very mind to write this, but aside from the necessities, i felt i was mostly left to my own devices… no, this is a mistake. I still feel this way, to be quite honest. space-God. space-father. emotionally unavailable. space. for me, God does not have the fire-in-your-loins kind of closeness that many christians seem to have. the intimate God, i suppose. but initmacy is something i have come to be deathly afraid of. and there is no sports for me to disguise it with.

i’m not looking for advice, nor am i looking for someone to tell me that God does like sports. this is the God that i know. space-God. one of the many, many things that shape my views on christianity, and religion in general. maybe one day i’ll make sense of it all.


mere whims :)
March 23, 2009, 12:19 am
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So I checked out Mr. Thinking Theologian’s comments, and I gotta say, I was right. I do like him. For the most part. I checked out his blog and he’s not too popular (He just doesn’t have many viewers, he’s not unpopular as in he gets cussed at or something). There is one post that is really intriguing to me though, and a part of it goes like this:

It would be fitting to begin this blog with a few thoughts as to why Christianity needs thinkers. Too often are we admonished for asking difficult questions, and instructed instead simply to take things on faith. Whilst faith is obviously of paramount importance to the believer, it should never become a “too hard pile” on to which we simply abandon all our niggling questions.

and even more intriguing:

Perhaps you have been marginalised for asking questions or challenging the status quo? I’d love to hear from you!

Can’t blame a guy for identifying with something right ? 😉

Although his whole “hillsong is elitist” talk is kind of a stretch for me. Not the biggest fan of Hillsongs (or CCM for that matter) but he takes it a little far with the bourgeois (btw, it’s “bourgeois” not “bourgoise,” mr. Double-T.) at the front and proletariat at the back thing. I mean, aren’t all concerts like that (I guess they’re all corporate based or whatever…)? And all in all, I think what it comes down to is praising God, which I’m rather enjoying lately.

On the other hand his whole schlabiel about asking questions and challenging the status quo does sound fun (among a thousand other things.) I do believe I will intiate the first encounter. Mission to Pluto y’all.


pat buchanan (I am the problem)
February 25, 2009, 1:44 am
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I spend a lot of time reflecting. I like to consider myself a self-aware person. But I’ve recently discovered that in my reflections, I just feel like an idiot. I spend a lot of time feeling like an idiot. Worse still, sometimes I feel like pat buchanan…

I’m still in the process of thinking but I had to get something written.

All this flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through;
I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.

Peace, reassurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek,
I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin;
I talk of love–a scholar’s parrot may talk Greek–
But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin.

C.S. Lewis


February 4, 2009, 11:46 pm
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First of all, sorry, Jen, for hijacking your thing on Sunday. I got carried away. Also, sorry, Daeshin, for sounding argumentative, although we probably agreed about 90% at the end.

I still stand by my statement that if we accept the premise that God created all of us equal and he condemns homosexuality, He contradicts Himself. He contains multitudes, I suppose. Still, there are some issues in what I’ve just written down. If God created everything that we know as humans, then it follows necessarily that He also created contradiction. Therefore, can God contradict Himself? Can we even categorize God as being contradictable? Hmmm… Come to think of it, God created everything – namely, the “universe” – that is to say, that he created something out of nothing. God accounts for there being something instead of nothing. If God creates, and is responsible for everything that happens in the universe then God is responsible for all the changes that occur since the beginning of time (assuming there is a beginning, of course). It follows, then, that God did not create just once, but continues to create by maintaining the universe and making (allowing?) the changes within it… How did I get here? Back to the subject…

Can God contradict himself? How many angels can stand on the tip of a sword? How many marshmellows can a Hobbit fit in his mouth on the third Wednesday that his birthday falls upon when it is raining? I suppose all of these questions are in the same vain… Speaking of getting carried away.

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” – U.S. Declaration of Independence

Irony’s so thick, it takes a corporeal form.