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Birthday: 9/26/1986
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Interests: the Bible (stands to reason, it is my major after all), reading books, cloudy cool days (oh yes, no nasty sunlight), walking, MtG,
Expertise: Being me. This means I'm good at being silent and watching people. Some people have found my words helpful (even though they aren't mine), but I'll let you be the judge of that. Intercession (God is good, what can I say?). Being good at intercession doesn't take much but time and being willing to see God's answers.
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Thursday, October 11, 2007

I wish I had come up with this myself.

Excerpts from a Dog's Daily Diary:

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing

12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary:

Day 683 of my captivity:

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them,I once again vomit on the floor.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The audacity! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded!

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe……. for now…


Friday, June 29, 2007

Friendship between the Genders

HA!  Finally, someone who understands my complaints about the impossibility of being just friends with the opposite sex.  Gender always gets in the way.  I must say, he's done a bit more research than me though. 

The Possibility of Platonic Friendship

"We are totally just friends," you say. Well, perhaps. But perhaps not. Blake explains what a platonic friendship really means. After you read his article, you may want to revaluate your "just friendship."

Lengthy Intro

In this article I'm going to argue that Platonic friendship isn't possible. First I'm going to say what Platonic friendship is. Then I'm going to say why it's not possible.

Prepare yourself.

High-Speed Detour Into Abstraction

What does "Platonic" mean?
On the Platonic view of reality, two general types of things exist: Forms and Instances. The world we see, smell, taste, touch and hear is made up of Instances. Instances are embodied, material and exist within space and time. Anything that can be experienced via the five senses is an Instance.

In contrast to Instances, we have Forms. Forms are disembodied, immaterial and located outside of space and time. Our five senses are useless for knowing the Forms, and anything we can gain knowledge of through our senses is, in virtue of this fact, not a Form.

According to the Platonic view, ultimate reality is found in the Forms, not in their Instances, and Instances are what they are in virtue of their manifesting or instantiating certain Forms.

See?


"Platonic" applied to people
On the Platonic view, you are not your body. Your body exists in space and time, in the world we can see, smell, taste, touch and hear. The real you — what we'll call your Soul — exists in the world of the Forms. Your body is therefore related to your Soul in much the same way as the chairs above are related to the Form CHAIR.

"Platonic friendship," then?
Platonic friendship, then, is any friendship that isn't mediated by physical bodies. It's friendship between Souls. It's friendship that's supposedly so deep that those involved aren't even aware of (or, at least, aren't at all concerned with) the trivial features of their respective bodies. In particular, it's friendship where those involved aren't at all concerned with their respective sex organs. It's as if the friends involved are asexual.

"Platonic friendship" in use
All this is pretty academic, so let's see what the term looks like in actual use. A quick Google search for "Platonic friendship" produced the following anecdotes. (Names have been changed, and details have been condensed.) Add them to your understanding of the term.

After three months of marriage, Sharon noticed that her husband John was friendly with Martha, a girl he used to date. Sharon got jealous and confronted John. John responded that Sharon shouldn't have been jealous, since the friendship was strictly Platonic. Sharon wasn't jealous of John's friendship with Phil. For the same reasons, argued John, Sharon shouldn't have been jealous of his friendship with Martha.

Pat got busted for having Lisa in his dorm room after 10 p.m. According to Pat, his relationship with Lisa was strictly Platonic, so he shouldn't have been in any more trouble for having Lisa in his room after 10 p.m. than he would have been in had Scott been in his room after 10 p.m.

Becca's all confused about guys. She hasn't had an actual boyfriend in years, but, being a total tomboy, she's had nearly constant male companionship. The problem is, on almost every occasion, what she thought was a Platonic relationship turned into a huge mess. Either she found herself romantically interested in the guy, he found himself romantically interested in her, or both. In all cases, feelings got hurt and interaction became extremely awkward.

Laurel wanted to go camping with Jerome. Laurel's dad told her she couldn't because Jerome is a guy. Laurel responded that the friendship was strictly Platonic, and that her dad should therefore not have been any more concerned about her going camping with Jerome than he should have been concerned about her going camping with Samantha.

"Platonic friendship:" A working definition
Having analyzed the term "Platonic," and having noted a few examples of "Platonic friendship" in actual use, we can characterize Platonic friendships as friendships that manifest the following properties, which normally stand in tension with the other:

  • The friendship exists between non-gay, non-celibate (but not necessarily sexually active) members of the opposite sex.
  • The friendship is sexually safe, where "sexually safe" means that the friendship presents little risk of heartbreak, and little risk of spontaneous sexual contact resulting from unbridled passion.

How could non-gay, non-celibate members of the opposite sex ever have a sexually safe friendship, we're wondering?

Here's where the Platonism comes in — this is why the term "Platonic friendship" can't be properly appreciated without waxing philosophical: Perceived Platonic friendships are taken to be sexually safe because those involved in them think that they are friends with each other's Souls. They think they've gotten beyond their respective bodies, and that their sexes and sexual orientations have therefore become irrelevant to the relationship.

Return from Abstraction: Betty and Bob

So let's imagine two friends: a girl named Betty and a guy named Bob. Betty and Bob live in Colorado, and Bob's girlfriend lives in Milwaukee. Bob tells his girlfriend not to worry about Betty, since his friendship with Betty is strictly Platonic.

What does Bob mean by this? Essentially, he's telling his girlfriend that, as a result of his highly admirable friendship with Betty's disembodied Soul, Betty's sex organs are irrelevant to the whole affair — as if Betty's a neuter.

According to Bob, if Betty were a guy rather than a girl, nothing would be any different between the two of them, since this would just be a difference in Betty's body, which Bob doesn't even notice. In spite of the sexual compatibility between Betty and Bob, Bob's girlfriend has absolutely nothing to worry about, Bob claims.

Well I've never met Betty or Bob, but I'm inclined to think that Bob's full of it.

The Argument against Platonic Friendship

The over-arching idea behind Platonic friendship is that it's possible to have a friendship with someone in which the sex of that person just doesn't matter.

Because living human beings are embodied, however, friendships between living human beings will always be mediated by their bodies — bodies with sexual organs and all of the passions that come with them. But if this is the only way to have a friendship, then how could a friendship between non-gay, non-celibate members of the opposite sex ever be sexually safe?

A guy and a girl could meet in a chat room, I suppose, never come into personal contact, never reveal themselves as male, female, and so on, and, in this way, form a sexually safe relationship between non-gay, non-celibate members of the opposite sex. But so what? As the anecdotes above reveal, the possibility of this kind of friendship isn't what anybody's worrying about.

The point is, sex matters, and we're fooling ourselves if we think otherwise. It matters that I have one kind of sexual organ, and it matters that you have another. (And if this is making any of us blush, then I've proved my point.)

All this isn't to say that non-gay, non-celibate members of the opposite sex can't be "just friends." They surely can. It's to say that being "just friends" takes a lot of caution. It takes care and a realistic appraisal of one's ability to avoid temptation. It also takes the humility to admit it when one's gotten oneself in over one's head.

C O F F E E  S H O P

What are your experiences with guy/girl friendships? Do they work or does someone end up getting hurt?

Join the discussion!

To say that Platonic friendship isn't possible is also to recognize that, even where a guy and a girl do exercise enough caution to be "just friends," the friendship they form will still be one between a guy and a girl, not one between two neuters.

Down with Platonic friendship, then, and up with intelligent, cautious interaction between the sexes.

The end.



 

About the author
Blake Roeber is the founder and former editor of TrueU, and author of Nerds' Corner. Blake earned a Bachelor of Arts degree in philosophy at Wheaton College. He holds no three-point scoring records in basketball; loves his wife; reads lots of philosophy; hangs out with wife; writes about philosophy; spends time with wife and friends; talks about philosophy; and almost crashed a motorcycle once.


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Thursday, June 07, 2007

Sorry about the lack of updates.  Not that I really think anyone is reading this all that much anymore.  Xanga's a dead thing.  It was dieing, and then facebook came, and delivered the coupe de grace.  It's a pity, good old xanga was really the place to be for a while.  I kind of miss it.  Yes, I know I could maybe help by updating more.  My creative energies are being absorbed elsewhere.
See, I'm turning into a professor.  This naturally means I have multiple writing/research projects going at once.  In years past, xanga served as something of a creative outlet (and still does from time to time).  However, I had something of an epiphany recently (due in no small part to my beloved professor Dr. Poe).  If I sit down and write, then things start moving.  So instead of spending large amounts of times on xanga, writing lengthy entries about everything and anything that strikes my fancy, I'm working on a couple of different writing projects this summer.  At least one should, Lord willing, be finished by the end of summer.  That particular one is a story I'm writing, don't ask me to tell you what's about, I still haven't figured out a good way to explain it without it sounding incredibly boring.  If there are any wannabe writers up here in Jackson who actually know me and are interested, I've toyed with the idea of getting a group together to meet once a week and read over what we've been writing and give constructive criticisms, so if you are interested, get in touch with me and we'll see about setting a time and day to meet regularly.


Thursday, April 19, 2007

V-Tech

Okay folks, we all know what's been going on.  The shootings at Virginia Tech were a terrible tragedy.  We all need to be praying for the people who have lost family and friends.

Now, I do not want you to be deceived, so I am going to speak rather bluntly.  Right now, in the news media, people are trying to explain why this young man did what he did.  They are trying to blame it on being picked on, lack of gun control, violent video games/movies, take your pick, it's probably been put forward as an explanation.

I'm only going to say this once: Don't buy it, not for a moment.

This young man committed an act of evil.  End of story.  Whatever factors went into it, he still made the decision himself and the story should be treated accordingly.  For every explanation put forward, there are many people who live through those things.  Been picked on?  I know I was for most of my life.  Played a violent video game?  Sure.  Lack of gun control?  And so on, and so on. 

We need to place the responsibility for this tragedy in the right place: the shooter's shoulders, not the police, not the government, not the leadership at Virginia Tech, not roommates, not family.

Use this time to remember to pray for the people over at Virginia Tech and to remind you that life is short and to appreciate what you have and the friends and family that love you, we never know how much time is left.  It could be a shooting or a car wreck or even just a health issue.  Live your life now!  It's the only one you've got. 



Thursday, March 29, 2007

A Gaming Post

For the two or so people who still read this, if you've forgotten, I'm a gamer, old school.  Miniatures, dice, boards, etc. If you've ever played any sort of dice based game, you should appreciate this picture.  The only trouble I'm having is deciding which one better represents me.  I can recall, embarasing as it is, many times when I've blamed the game's loss solely on the dice and given the other person no credit for winning.  I can also recall being rather happy when the dice favored me, as though my tactics were superior.   John, remember the time I took out the ringwraith with an extremely lucky spear throw?  (Don't ask, let's just say I was trying to teach him the effectiveness of a ringwraith and somehow managed to get so lucky I took it down in a way that is next to impossible, it's rather funny looking back, but it wasn't so funny then). 
Props to www.larryleadhead.org, this image is obviously not mine.



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