Additionally, if anyone has read "The Resurrection of the Son of God" by Wright, please give me your opinions.

May I Say.

May I say, when the third month of spring presents itself, I expect warmth and t-shirts, not clouds and despair. I would very much like to see the sun, any day now.

I finished my book. Very enjoyable, and nice to get a bit of background to the formation of the new testament. The claims of the Da Vinci code that it was only formed at the council of Nicea are quite sketchy, and it was interesting to view the canon's acknowledgment years before the council was even formed. Additionally, the claim the alternative 'gospels' should be read alongside those in the bible is honestly, one of the worst arguments I've ever hear in any form of study, but I won't write about that now, that's for smarter men than I.

I'm disappointed I never have anything deep and meaningful to write about. This upsets me greatly, because a favourite hobby of every human is to compare ourselves to others. As Don Miller would say, we argue why we should be in the lifeboat. Hmm.

It's upsetting to me that although I looked forward to doing nothing for four months, (yes, four, I go back to school late February), I need a hobby to occupy my time. Or, at least, until my other friends finish university studies and exams.

Anyway. More meaningful posts shall come soon enough.

Woo, summertime.

Yes, that magical time of year. Spring is still upon us, that time where birds are flying around, and in the words of Bart Simpson, 'bees are trying to have sex with them...as is my understanding'. I have finished another year at the cesspool that is RMIT, so expect a lot more of my ramblings, for all that captive audience I know I have.

Having said most of what was irking me in my long ramble just now, I don't think it's necessary for me to go on any more ramblings at the minute. Suffice to say, now that I have a lot more free time, I imagine I'll be posting a lot more. Whether this is the truth, however, will remain to be seen.

Peace out,

- Pat.

P.S. I am currently reading an intriguing book - The Gospel Code, by Ben Witherington III. Thoroughly recommend it, if you have 20 dollars and a few hours to spare.

First of all, I'd just like to say, I don't really know what I'm going to write in this note, so if anything offensive comes out, it certainly won't be intended that way.

I've become frustrated lately. Frustrated because people cannot seem to understand simple things. This isn't a question of intelligence, really. It's more of an amusement. Concerning religion, specifically. It simply astounds me how certain people, (no one in particular), will reject a religion based simply on how other people practice it, accurately or otherwise. I will be as bold to say if someone rejects Christianity, Islam, Judaism, etc based on how a religion's followers act...then that reason is really the least of their worries. I have heard so many people say, "But look at this person, I can't believe in a religion where people do that," or, "Look at godhatesfags.com, that puts me off Christianity". Can we not look past the ignorant and pathetic attempts of a few scaremongers and fools? Seriously? Are we that desperate/afraid/whatever to avoid an encounter with the spiritual that we use excuses like this?

Moreover, I am simply sick and tired of people rejecting something they have no knowledge of. I was talking with someone recently, (no one on Facebook. Don't worry), and they refused to believe what the bible teaches. I asked, purely on interest, for their reasonings. They proceeded to give sketchy answers, and I asked, "Have you ever read the Bible", and of course, a resounding no pounded me in the face. How someone dismisses the bible when they have never experienced its beauty, its connections and explorations of humanity, the spirit and the soul, its poetry and its moving images absolutely is beyond me by light years. For the love of all that is holy, please, people, if you're going to criticise something, be knowledgeable about that which you deny.

May I also add that I am sick to death of studying cinema. I'm honestly just...over it. I've analysed so many films in so many different languages that I'm seriously beginning to analyse reality. It's pathetic. I'm always digging deeper to find that hidden subtext, or whatever that little look or glance or gesture means. Here I am, writing my 545th essay on the importance of masculinity in post australian-landscape cinema, and I just don't care anymore. It seemed so enthralling last year, learning about films where people don't complain because it's in black and white. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful I've been able to study so many different aspects of cinema under some great teachers, *coughpeterkempcough*, but it's honestly starting to wear thin. I can say with complete certainty I am not looking forward to Histories of Film Theory.

But this essay. This essay which I'm writing here to avoid, is honestly one of the worst things I've ever seen. Not just in academic writing, but one of the worst *things* I have ever seen. Comparable to the September 11th attacks or the invasion of Poland, I have created a monstrosity that should never be allowed to see the light of day. RMIT, thou hast created death.

Your health,

- Patrick.