Italy Pics Part II (yes, there is actually a part II)

Sorry this took so long, but no one mentioned how darned bothersome it is to upload a bunch of pictures onto Blogger. Since posting the last batch, I've been just putting it off and putting it off...but, here it is now. These pictures are from Sorrento, Pompeii, and then there are a fmore of Rome. Enjoy.



That's Sorrento. Quite possibly the most beautiful place I've ever been.


Here's how we got down to the water.



And this is what we saw.






Pompeii.



I believe the literal translation was "Maximus was here."









This is how well preserved this place is.



Pompeii's killer: Vesuvius.

Back in Rome now. The Pantheon.

I really like the light in this picture.

The Trevi fountain.

All Right, Already...(Italy Pics, Part I)

"Post now or you'll never do it", eh? HA! I laugh at you. Here are the pictures from Italy. This isn't all of them, but it should give you a pretty good idea of my trip. Enjoy.


First up we have pictures from Rome.
This was our room. It was one of the larger ones in the hotel.




And a few shots from the city.














Outside the Colosseum.

Inside the Colosseum.

The Arch of Constantine.

Look at the detail on this thing...

On to the Vatican.

Here we have St. Peter's Bascilica.





Some sculpture that everyone kept talking about...

A lot of steps...

..to the top of the Bascilica...

...but well worth it.

While cleaning the kitchen this evening...

Whitney: "I must have some disease that makes me go to the bathroom after I eat..."

Me: "Yeah, it's called digestion."

There and Back Again

To a certain someone, this post will seem very familiar. Since I am lazy, I took an email that I wrote and modified to form my Italy post. Pictures will follow in the next few days, I promise.

I consider myself extremely blessed to have had the chance to go to Italy. It was an amazing trip. I saw all the big stuff. And I mean big. Colosseum, Arch of Constantine, Pantheon, Trevi Fountain, Vatican, Pompeii. It was fantastic. I took about 250 pictures while I was there, and the highlights will be blogged...sometime.
Let's see, we flew into Rome on Sunday, where we stayed for two days. The first day, the weather was absolutely perfect. So we set out almost immediately (we took a short nap to help with the jet lag) to explore the city of Rome. That place is beautiful. I was taking pictures like crazy until my uncle slowed me down. Seriously, you could point your camera in any direction, at any spot in that city and come away with a great picture. I just liked walking around there. Good thing too, because that's how we got everywhere.
We went to the Colosseum first, and lucked out because Sunday was European Heritage Day, and admission was free (11 euros saved right off the bat!) Then we ate supper at some sidewalk restaurant. The food in Italy is delicious. All of it. The whole time we were there I had no bad food.
The next day it rained, but that wasn't so bad since we slept until nearly one in the afternoon (jet lag again...). That day we went to the Vatican. I can't really describe it adequately in words, but when you see the pictures, just know that they don't give real sense of the enormity of the Basilica.
Then, we took a train south to Sorrento, one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen. The city is built right on the cliffs of the Mediterranean. Again, words cannot do it justice, but I have many pictures. On the second day in Sorrento, we took a short train ride to Pompeii. We spent three hours there, and didn't see even half of it. I knew it was a city, but that didn't really sink in until I got there. It's a city. The whole thing. It was like stepping back in time nearly 2,000 years. Sometimes, when I walked the quieter parts of the city (there were thousands of people there) I could almost hear the noise of everyday life as it was in 76 A.D, could almost see the villagers. I wonder who walked down the same road I did, whose house I was walking through. It was a really amazing place.
We then went back to Rome for another day before we flew home. We saw the things we didn't on our first days. One of those sights was the Capuchin Crypt. It's the weirdest thing I've ever seen. A series of tombs decorated with the bones of Capuchin monks. By decorated I mean, there were vertebra arranged in decorative fashions on the ceiling, ribs made intricate patterns on walls, even the lanterns were made completely of bones. Human bones. Weird stuff. Do a Google Image search for it. After that was the loooong flight home. We got in about 11:00 pm on Friday. Having about eighteen hours of sunlight is weird...
And did I mention how much I love flying? Man, I had about as much fun going to and coming from Italy as I did when I was actually there. When you break through the cloud layer, and the sun is shining everywhere, it's beautiful. The cloudscape is the most breathtakingly brilliant thing I saw on the whole trip. My face was glued to the window of the plane. Once again, God shows that He can out do man's best efforts with just some water and dirt.

I'm Baaaack....

The Dodger has landed. I got home last night (after nearly 24 hours without sleep...those time zone changes kill ya) and I thouroghly enjoyed my trip. Italy met and maybe even exceeded all of my expectations. And you know, I feel more strongly now that even with all of our quirks, problems, and bad habits, America is still the greatest country on Earth. It's good to be home.
Trip pictures are forthcoming.

Into the Blue

As most of you probably know, I will be leaving for Italy on Saturday. This will be my greatest adventure yet. My uncle and I will be flying out of Atlanta in the afternoon, we'll layover in Paris, and then come into Rome. Six days I shall be abroad. Three in ancient Roma, two in beautiful Sorrento, and then back to Rome for the final day. Mine eyes shall behold sights viewed by emperor's, my feet walk paths tred for thousands of years. It doesn't even seem real. I would deeply appreciate it if you would all keep my uncle and me in your prayers. Pray that we will have a safe journey, free from complications and full of fun. And also pray that the Pope doesn't tick off any more Muslims while I'm over there. I'll try to take plenty of pictures to share, and maybe I'll brave the horrendous long-distance charges and post a brief audioblog...but on second thought, maybe not.

Brisk and Bubbly

A little something I did for composition today. Don't you wish you went to my school?



A Brief Observation
on the
Lives and Social Habits
of
Trolls

Upon first reading this title, you may have asked yourself, "What more is there to know about trolls? They live in caves, they eat rocks, and they smash
things. That's about it, right?" While those are legitimate facts of troll life, they are too superficial. They fail to show the true depth and complexity of troll culture. To truly understand trolls, the questions one must ask are: What do trolls like so much about caves? How are they able to eat rocks? Why do they smash things?
These are the questions that I will attempt to answer in this composition, and I hope that by doing so, I will have given you a greater appreciation for all things trollish.
First of all, we will examine the common troll's habitation: the cave. It is a well established fact that most troll caves are merely round repositories for rotting refuse and repulsive rubbish. But there is more to it than that. Trolls live in caves for several reasons. For example, trolls are big and so are caves, so it is a natural match. Also, caves are very easy to take care of, which trolls find attractive as they are not too fond of home maintainence. Trolls usually attempt to settle in a cave that is situated on a cliff or moutainside; the reason being that the elevation provides ample oppurtunities to throw large, heavy objects onto smaller, more fragile objects below.
Another feature that attracts trolls to caves is the abundance of rocks, which trolls eat. You see, trolls love to eat. It is one of their favorite activities. When a troll first moves into an area, he will immediately set out to consume anything edible in that region. This usually does not take very long, and accounts for the barreness of the land around most troll caves. Soon there is nothing left for the troll to eat except rocks. Rocks are difficult to chew, even for trolls, and it takes quite a while for a troll to eat any significant number of them. To date, no known troll has ever eaten the entire available number of rocks in his cave; either dying or moving on to more flavorfully diverse lands before the supply is exhausted.
If there is one thing that trolls like more than eating, it is smashing things. Why? Trolls just find this fun. Every troll has a large stick that he carries with him everywhere he goes. This is referred to by experts as a "troll stick". Trolls are immensely attached to their wooden clubs and will go to great lengths to keep the same one.
After a marathon of smashing, a troll can be observed to sit in his cave for long periods of time, painstakingly picking the smallest fragments of smashed objects out of his troll stick. The only known regular social gathering of trolls is for something they refer to as "Big Smash". This is an event in which large numbers of trolls will gather and proceed to smash anything and everything they can get their sticks on. It is truly an inspiring spectacle to witness (from a safe distance, of course).
I hope that after reading this essay you have a new respect for trolls and their ways. I hope that you recognize them for the interesting creatures they are, and will not simply dismiss them as nasty, brutish, and stupid, although these are qualities that they certainly posess.

A.D. Mundle

Professor of Trollology at The University

In Which I Wax...Something...

I know this is how most of my posts start, but the other day I was thinking. I was wondering how we got our measure of time. I mean, who decided that the length of a second was a second? I was thinking about waaaay back, when they were trying to figure out how to measure this whole day thing, what constant rhythm did they have to go by? So I was sitting there thinking (caution: it gets a little semi romantic here)when I noticed my heart. Thump, thump, thump...about a second apart... And it hit me: Time is measured in heartbeats.

You Are Cyclops

Dedicated and responsible, you will always remain loyal to your cause. You are a commanding leader - after all, you can kill someone just by looking at them. Power: force beams from your eyes

Which of the X-Men Are You?

Cripes

I have just been struck by the absurdity of hair. How strange is it to have this huge mass of...stuff on top of your head? Think about it. It's just funny.

Surprised?

Sweet. I just about broke the two month mark with my posting interval. As you probably noticed, I haven't had too much free time (clever, eh?) lately. To be more precise, I haven't had too much free time to post on my blog. I chose to do other things instead. They were important, trust me. But, to relieve you of your Graham Deprivation I have prepared the following post. I thought we'd do something light, just to get back into the swing of things:

Thoughts on the Driving Force Behind Human Progress

Now, I have actually given this some thought, and I have come to the conclusion that, however paradoxical it may seem, the driving force that motivates humans to improve their level of technology and such is laziness. Think about it. The vast majority of what we consider great technological advancements are labor saving devices. Man was too lazy to walk everywhere, so he invented a car. Tired of swinging that big hunk of sharp, heavy metal to kill your opponent in battle? Well, here we have the gun, requiring only enough effort to aim and pull the trigger. Man was too lazy to do all of those boring, complicated math equations himself, so we have the computer. Too much trouble to light that candle for illumination? With electricity and light bulbs, all you have to do is flip a switch.
If you wonder why there have been so many advances in technology recently, it is because this generation is much lazier than previous ones, and is therefore more motivated to find ways to get out of work. It follows that the lazier we become, the higher our civilization will advance in terms of our technological level. So do your part! The more time you spend lying around watching TV, the closer we are to finding a cure for cancer, or inventing a warp drive engine!
I want that warp engine real soon, so I'm going to stop expending mental and physical energy typing this post. Cheers.

Parsnip Pudding?

You know what I hate? Shoes that are hard to get off. For some odd reason it annoys me to no end when I have to sit and tug and strain for five minutes to get my shoe off. I have pair of black dress shoes that are snazzy for sure, but boy when it comes time to take them off, I feel them to be my mortal enemy. In a fantastic contest of wills we face each other: the one holding fast to it's long sought postition, the other striving with all of his considerable might to remove it. With many a "Mmmmph!" and "Hrrrgh!" the battle is fought, while the earth (symbolizing my foot) seems almost to burst asunder with the strain.
I just don't like shoes in general. God didn't intend for man to wear shoes. The hobbits had the right idea. Excuse me will I try to evolve a thick, furry covering for my foot.

Wanted

Elegance:

n Refinement, grace, and beauty in movement, appearance, or manners.

Why don't girls have this any more? What happened?

Gopher Cheese

Here's a copy of an e-mail I recently sent to a friend of mine. I thought some of you more politically minded Bloggers might enjoy reading it and then arguing with/making fun of me over it. Either way, here it is:

Why are we in Iraq? You've touched on a controversial issue there. I don't claim to be an expert in these things, so this will just be my opinion.
I believe we are in Iraq because President Bush thinks it was the right thing to do. The intelligence he received at the time seemed to indicate that Saddam had weapons of mass destruction. The fact that he was refusing to allow UN weapons inspectors into certain areas only served to reinforce that claim. So here's the situation as Bush sees it: You have a sadistic dictator with the means of killing millions of innocent people. What decent person wouldn't want to do something about that? It's like having a convicted murderer running around and someone hands him a gun. Wouldn't you want the police to take him down before he got a chance to use that gun?
Ok, so we went to war. We took Saddam down. Yes, soldiers died, but that's war. Don't get me wrong, I admire our fighting men and what they do greatly, but if you are a soldier, death is an occupational hazard. But where are the WMDs? Maybe the intelligence was faulty, and they were never there in the first place. Maybe they were smuggled across the border into Syria. Who knows? Either way, Iraq and the world is better off without someone like Saddam Hussein in power.
"But it doesn't seem like the people want us there, and aren't there still tons of bombings and stuff? Aren't people still dying?" you might ask. Those are good questions, but let me address something right off. If you haven't noticed by now, the media is incredibly biased. Anything that they think they can twist into making the right-wing in general, and Bush in particular, look bad, you can bet it will make front page, prime time news. The media only reports the bad things that happen in Iraq. They only cover the malcontents. What you don't hear, is that those people are in the minority, and the vast number of Iraqis are greatful for what we did, and happy for the newfound freedom that they have. Where do I get that information? Sources that aren't mainstream, like World Magazine and such. They're biased as well (to the right) but at least they admit it.
What about all of the bombings and general instability? I admit that the "exit strategy", and plan for Iraq's new government could have been better thought out, but you have to consider this: No one has ever done this before. No one, to my knowledge, has ever come into a country, liberated it, and then set up a democratic government for that country. So cut us some slack,eh? We're learning as we go.
All of this is probably a little more than you were expecting,but remember it's all just my take on things. Maybe we really did go for the oil. Maybe it's all part of some conspiracy to take over the world. I don't know for sure, but what I've said above seems to make the most sense to me. What can I say? I'm an optimist.

Sloop

It snowed today. Now, this statement in and of itself may not seem too profound, but you must understand, I live in Alabama. Winter for us is only being able to wear shorts in the afternoon. A sizeable portion of our population think snow is a figment of some crazy Yankee's imagination, brought on by sweet tea deprivation. Frozen rain?? Someone's a few branches short of a grits tree if you know what I mean. But, snow actually does exist. I know because I saw some today.
I was sitting and reading (imagine that) enjoying a day without working for The Man. When all of a sudden, as if drawn by some cosmic beckoning, my eyes left the extremely interesting page, in which Eishenhorn had just been betrayed by one of his former friends, and was about to be burned as a heretic, but one of his retinue, who had gone a bit off the deep end, summoned a daemonhost who proceeded to obliterate just about everyone, until....where was I? Oh right. Snow. Sorry, I get sidetracked easily. You know how it is, you're typing along, and you think about one thing and that leads to thoughts of another and before you know it, you don't know what the heck you're saying and your post/report/novella is a convoluted mess. Sometimes I wish I could be more typa A and stay on task.But then I'd have to have all of the other, upleasant qualities of type A's. I'd be boring, overbearing, bossy, highstrung, and I'd probably die of a heart attack at forty. That's just no way to live folks. Being type B is much more fun. You're laid back, fun loving, you have a "whatever" attitude, you'll probably live twice as long as a type A, though you'll only get about half as much done. But who cares? Whatever you did get done,you had a great time doing it.

For New Poetry "Performance" See Post Below

O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman

A truly great poem. I don't think I did it justice, but I love it, so I wanted to give it a shot.

Now, I have a humble request of those who post poetry almost exclusively ( you know who you are) as well as of those for whom it's a less common occurance: Henceforth, whenever you post a poem, kindly post a reading of it as well, preferably by you. Reading a poem aloud is essential if you want it's full impact, and everyone else will get a lot more from it. Thanks in advance! (Because you know it's a great idea...because I had it.)

O Captain! My Captain!

Epicidity

On the title, this is a made up word. Definition: The quality of being epic.

I was thinking today. I was thinking about the Christians who believe that you must accept Christ in order to go the Heaven. Conversely, they believe that if you do not accept Christ before you die, you will go to Hell. As I was thinking on this, I wondered: How can the people who believe this have any peace at all? How can they sleep at night knowing that all over the world, thousands and thousands of people who haven't accepted Christ or even heard the Gospel are dying and, according to their belief, being sent to Hell? Would you not want to spend every waking moment evangelising and trying to get people to accept? How could you stand the futility of that, knowing that no matter how many people you reach, how many you "save", there were always ten thousand more that you didn't, believing that no matter how hard you work, the number of people in Hell will always be greater than the number of people in Heaven? How could you do anything less than chain your children down until they accept Christ? How could you find time to enjoy anything, believing that every second you are not out there saving souls, Hell is just filling up? If you're not doing any of that, if you think it's not your job, how incredibly selfish does that sound? Think about it. If you do anything less than devote yourself entirely to "saving" others, you are deeming their salvation as less important than your own. This belief carries no peace. No hope.

Thank God that He took care of all of His people's salvation by Himself, once and for all.