Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed

I saw the preview about this movie called Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed. From what I could see is that it is about scientists and teachers (I think) who are getting kicked out of universities (sp?) because of including the ideas about Intelligent Design in their published works, and fueling the debate between Darwinism and Creationism. To me it looks like a pretty good movie. Personal opinions aside, I think I might go see it.

Have any of you guys seen the trailer?

The movie opens sometime in April.

I know that right now is not the best time for me to start a debate, because I am only going on 4 hours of sleep today.... heh. I know that I am treading on dangerous ground, I happen to be a moderate when it comes to ideas like this.

If you want to see the Trailer go here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGCxbhGaVfE

The Christmas Truce

I think that even though there is this time of war, I feel that this story must be re-told during this holiday season.

I give you the story of 'The Christmas Truce'.

Click here for the Story

It is a story true worth reading.

Rest in Peace Steve-o

Right now, I am watching the memorial service for Steve Irwin, The Crocodile Hunter. His shows came out at the time that I was still in school. I loved watching his series 'The Crocodile Hunter', he actually made learning animals and science fun for me. This really works well for someone who has a learning disability and his energy and passion for animals really spoke to me. I have a similar passion for wolves. Or atleast got through my thick head. I just loved his passion.

One of my favorite episodes was the one where he got bit on the nose by this tiny lizard, and that is one segment that I will never forget. Or the episode where Agro chomped the boom camera, destroying it. Steve proved the power of crocodiles and the respect that they deserve. Right now I can picture Steve up in heaven chasing crocodiles, I feel god has a watering hole reserved for him.

I hope that his son Bob, and his daughter Bhindi, follow in Daddy's shoes. My condolences go out to Terri too. She is a woman that I have come to like over the years, she seems as real as her husband did. The two of them really made an impact on the world.

Steve, the world will miss you mate. I know I will.

Wolfen.

The eyes of the stars.

I have noticed these days that it is getting more and more difficult to see the eyes of the stars at night. I remember a time when I could look up and see the millions and millions of points of light in the night sky. That was way back when I was a little girl. I would sit outside and stare up at the stars. Just the tiny sparkling dots in the night. I lived way out in the country back then. That was 19 years ago. Now I live in the more populated areas. The street lights are so bright that I can barely make out the most of the brightest stars. Maybe it is the progression of change, that soon all the light that we generate would soon blot out the stars to the point where we can no longer see them. Every year people are going out more into the country, cities are getting bigger, and there is a need to spread out more. I see it all the time. Now when I want to go out to see the stars properly I need to drive at least an hour to see the stars clearly. I enjoy the night, watching those millions of unblinking eyes in the sky. Maybe they are the eyes of the gods, sitting, watching, waiting, not judging us as we go about our lives. Some day I feel when the stars are blotted out, we will wonder what happened. Maybe then we will turn back to them.

I live to serve my spirits, wolf, raven, raccoon, panther, bear, grandmother earth, grandfather sky, and the great creator. The all watching ones.

Caffine... can you kick it?

For about 25 years I have been addicted to caffine.... untill about a month and a half ago. Used to drink in upwards of 4 20oz Mt Dews a day. Jolt was my best friend, and I literally had a pepsi I.V. drip. (j/king... but I really did have a problem!) For years I was like that....

Untill... that is... a month and a half ago.

Right now I have been going through a self-renovation time though. You know, cutting back the sweets, eating a bit healthier, and getting more exercise other than just working my fingers on the keyboard. (GET YOUR MIND OF THE THE GUTTER NOW!) But the first step that I had to take was cutting out caffine. The Big Monster Caffine. Went through MAJOR withdrawls for about 4 days. Even still now I get the urge to drink a pepsi. How did I do it you might ask? I went cold turkey. Yep! COLD TURKEY! Completely dead stop cold. March 3rd and counting. I have been feeling better since though. Caffine was causing major bladder problems and kidney troubles. Since then I have not had any problems. The urges still drive me nuts, but it is getting better day by day. But what can I say?

My name is Wolfen and I am a caffine addict.

To Walk a Mile in Ones Shoes.

I remember the old saying, ‘you’ll never know a person until you walk a mile in their shoes. It was only a year ago that I thought I would never lower myself to live in a homeless shelter. I had thought that homeless shelters were for the poor vagrants and criminals. That is until I became homeless myself. Last July I had left home for more reasons than what I care to explain on here. I had a crash course in what the world was like when I went to not one, but three homeless shelters. I found out a lot about a world where not everything was all sun and roses. I found a place of caring people, loneliness, struggle, pain, triumph, and hope. There are so many people who devote their time and energy to those who are less fortunate. I have met many who were from less fortunate situations, trying to crawl out into the light.

I lived for 4 and a half months in a homeless shelter for women. It was not a battered woman’s shelter per se, but it housed many ladies who had come from dire situations. The shelter gave them a safe place to live while they learned to care for their children, get clean, sober, get their diploma, and look for a permanent place to live. I saw so much work put into those women looking for a hand up. The shelter is a resident run place, where the ladies learn to cook and clean. (I personally learned how to cook some really nice meals from there, and came away with some really great recipes.) Day-to-day was pretty routine. There was a daycare center, a cafeteria, and everyone got their own private rooms. But there was more to this place. You only need to look at the faces of the residents to know how it feels to have a regular meal, a clean place to sleep, and a safe place for the kids. I give my hat off to those who helped me, and they will remain nameless. If it were not for them, I would not be where I am at now.

Since then, I have been humbled.

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