I have always wanted to drive a really nice car, preferably a nice, old car.
Through the grape-vine, I know that a friend of mine has multiple vehicles, even though there is just him, right now. As I count right now, he has 3 vehicles and a motorcycle. I know his Ford pick-up, Jeep and motorcycle quite well, but I didn't know quite so much about the '78 Corvette. Yeah. 25th Anniversary plaque, two-tone paint job and everything.
So, he pulls up today in his '78 Corvette, and my dad says jokingly, "I'll trade you vehicles," and our friend gets out of the Corvette, and walks over to us and gives my dad the keys. So my dad took my sister out for a spin, because it's a two-seater I stayed behind. After, we met up with my dad and sister, and we all did the 360 oogle of the car. My dad suggested that I get taken out for a spin, and my friend turns to me, and says, "You drive!". So, I get in. The most glorious feeling I have yet felt in my life.
It drives nice and tight to the ground, even with wet pavement. 40km around a corner is nothing. It is really easy to go faster than you think you're going. I easily went 80km in a 60km zone, I am lucky it was 7:30am, so the roads were quite empty (of police). My approx. speed through the whole thing was 90km, the 2nd most glorious feeling in my life. Now I'm wondering what the 3rd will be. It will have to top these two!
So, my adventures in a '78 Corvette. Glorious! I was told after getting out, that I have one-upped most men, my age, and older. I believe that.
-Sarah
A disease for speed
Sunglasses
Pretty Cool Glasses!
Sunday 29 May 2011
Monday 23 May 2011
Say what?
Have you ever felt like you've been there before? Done that before? Felt that before? It's that feeling that we all know, de javu. Say what? Oh yeah, been there before.
At church (this has nothing to do with de javu), we sang a hymn, you might know it, "His Eye is On the Sparrow". I have a CD from a friend, "The Hymn Project", by Jon Buller, in which he sings this song. I love it, I sing to it all the time. This was not the same song that we sang in church........
Somehow, the whole church managed to sing a bar or two behind the organ. I mean, usually, there are one or two people to set the pace, and keep those loud ones in check, but this time, oh, I can't even describe it. It was disastrous. The minister gave a very loud eye roll at the end of the hymn.
So, why did this happen? Afterwards, my mother asked the organist for the music, and we found out that it was in 6/8 time, which didn't quite match up with the 3/4 time that we had just sung. I mean, really! At least make it easy for us to sing!
My dad's line was, "Well, you know, divide by the least common denominator.".
Wow!
-Sarah
Vuja de, like you've never felt before.
At church (this has nothing to do with de javu), we sang a hymn, you might know it, "His Eye is On the Sparrow". I have a CD from a friend, "The Hymn Project", by Jon Buller, in which he sings this song. I love it, I sing to it all the time. This was not the same song that we sang in church........
Somehow, the whole church managed to sing a bar or two behind the organ. I mean, usually, there are one or two people to set the pace, and keep those loud ones in check, but this time, oh, I can't even describe it. It was disastrous. The minister gave a very loud eye roll at the end of the hymn.
So, why did this happen? Afterwards, my mother asked the organist for the music, and we found out that it was in 6/8 time, which didn't quite match up with the 3/4 time that we had just sung. I mean, really! At least make it easy for us to sing!
My dad's line was, "Well, you know, divide by the least common denominator.".
Wow!
-Sarah
Vuja de, like you've never felt before.
Saturday 7 May 2011
Why?
Do you ever wonder why? Not anything, just why?
Or what? Do you ever wonder what? I do. For both questions.
As humans, we feel a constant urge to know everything. In one of my more philosophical moments, I coined, "Yes, we have questions, but do we really have to know everything?". I"ll bet you would either agree or not with me (I like to keep my options open!).
But why do we have to know everything? (There's that "why" question again!).
Because we want to be rulers of the universe. We want everything to be at our beck and call. If we are rulers of the universe, nothing can hide from us. Secrets hidden from a ruler are it's worst nightmare.
Everything we have invented, has been invented to make us more and more rulers of the universe. To make us closer to the gods. Again, everything at our beck and call, just machines to do our will.
Or maybe, we are getting dumber and dumber, because we have all these inventions, originally made to make us feel more and more rulers of the universe, are doing all our work for us.
Machines are only as smart as the people who invent them. But, have you ever wondered how a plane can fly itself with only auto-pilot? Or how a whole radio station can run without a human being in sight? The list goes on and on. Our technology is now so advanced, that one of the reasons, I think, we invent is to one-up the next guy.
Others might say that we invent to make the world a better place. But, as much as I like this iPad that I am writing on right now, and the cell phone that is right beside me, deep down, we invent so we can be closer to God, not in a good thing, but it is a sin to consider yourself on the same level as God.
Now, you could have a problem with all that I have said so far, and I invite you to let me know.
I hope my philosophical ravings don't turn you off from my blog. I invite you to comment on these rants.
-Sarah
Why?
Or what? Do you ever wonder what? I do. For both questions.
As humans, we feel a constant urge to know everything. In one of my more philosophical moments, I coined, "Yes, we have questions, but do we really have to know everything?". I"ll bet you would either agree or not with me (I like to keep my options open!).
But why do we have to know everything? (There's that "why" question again!).
Because we want to be rulers of the universe. We want everything to be at our beck and call. If we are rulers of the universe, nothing can hide from us. Secrets hidden from a ruler are it's worst nightmare.
Everything we have invented, has been invented to make us more and more rulers of the universe. To make us closer to the gods. Again, everything at our beck and call, just machines to do our will.
Or maybe, we are getting dumber and dumber, because we have all these inventions, originally made to make us feel more and more rulers of the universe, are doing all our work for us.
Machines are only as smart as the people who invent them. But, have you ever wondered how a plane can fly itself with only auto-pilot? Or how a whole radio station can run without a human being in sight? The list goes on and on. Our technology is now so advanced, that one of the reasons, I think, we invent is to one-up the next guy.
Others might say that we invent to make the world a better place. But, as much as I like this iPad that I am writing on right now, and the cell phone that is right beside me, deep down, we invent so we can be closer to God, not in a good thing, but it is a sin to consider yourself on the same level as God.
Now, you could have a problem with all that I have said so far, and I invite you to let me know.
I hope my philosophical ravings don't turn you off from my blog. I invite you to comment on these rants.
-Sarah
Why?
Sunday 1 May 2011
New Experiences
Hi,
Yesterday, at the grocery store, my Mum and I were behind a young guy, buying his onions and parsley (yes, I know, odd things, but that is exactly what they were). He kind of looked like he would drive a sports car, with dice hanging from the mirror. Yeah, that kind of guy.
He finished up, gave us not a second look, and walked out of the store. Then, as we were walking to the Beast, we saw him, and a bunch of other guys, stuffed shamelessly into a tiny little car. We passed them, but could tell they were watching us. We got into our van, started it up, and were about to drive away, when the same tiny car with a minimum of 5 guys slowly drove past us, yelling at the top of their lungs to us.
What we heard was, "Parlez-vous francais?". All we could do was stare at them in disbelief and wonder. "What on earth are they talking about?". Then it dawned on us, they were talking about the flag that we fly from our antenna, a Dutch flag, which, unfortunately, has the same colours as the French flag, root, witte and blauwe (red, white and blue). Man, I wonder why we ended up with such a popular flag colour combo.
So anyways, we shouted back, that no, we weren't from France, and the nearest we can figure, is that we were hit up by a bunch of Ginos, trying to impress us with their French skills. Any self respecting European knows that red on the top means Holland, and red on the bottom means France......... And the red is in stripes on the American flag. You'd think they would at least get part of it right!
So, let me get this straight, for all those who read the first sentence, and then skipped to the bottom: My mother and me got hit up, because a bunch of teenagers (boys), liked the Beast, and the "French" flag. They tried to impress us with French. Throw in a trip to Paris, and I might be interested.
-Sarah
To all my listeners out there, thank you, and good night.
Yesterday, at the grocery store, my Mum and I were behind a young guy, buying his onions and parsley (yes, I know, odd things, but that is exactly what they were). He kind of looked like he would drive a sports car, with dice hanging from the mirror. Yeah, that kind of guy.
He finished up, gave us not a second look, and walked out of the store. Then, as we were walking to the Beast, we saw him, and a bunch of other guys, stuffed shamelessly into a tiny little car. We passed them, but could tell they were watching us. We got into our van, started it up, and were about to drive away, when the same tiny car with a minimum of 5 guys slowly drove past us, yelling at the top of their lungs to us.
What we heard was, "Parlez-vous francais?". All we could do was stare at them in disbelief and wonder. "What on earth are they talking about?". Then it dawned on us, they were talking about the flag that we fly from our antenna, a Dutch flag, which, unfortunately, has the same colours as the French flag, root, witte and blauwe (red, white and blue). Man, I wonder why we ended up with such a popular flag colour combo.
So anyways, we shouted back, that no, we weren't from France, and the nearest we can figure, is that we were hit up by a bunch of Ginos, trying to impress us with their French skills. Any self respecting European knows that red on the top means Holland, and red on the bottom means France......... And the red is in stripes on the American flag. You'd think they would at least get part of it right!
So, let me get this straight, for all those who read the first sentence, and then skipped to the bottom: My mother and me got hit up, because a bunch of teenagers (boys), liked the Beast, and the "French" flag. They tried to impress us with French. Throw in a trip to Paris, and I might be interested.
-Sarah
To all my listeners out there, thank you, and good night.
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