Tibetan Test

I got this Tibetan Test in my email today and decided to take it. I thought the results were interesting, so I thought I’d post them. The first part of this test gives you a list of five animals and asks you to rank them in order of your favorite. Each animal then has a corresponding portion of your life, and the ranking is supposed to coincide with your own priorities. Here’s the order in which I listed the animals, and what it coincides with.

First Animal: Cow

What it represents: Career

Second Animal: Horse

What it represents: Family

Third Animal: Sheep

What it represents: Love

Fourth Animal: Tiger

What it represents: Pride

Fifth Animal: Pig

What it represents: Money

My interpretation: I don’t know why I ranked these this way, other than still being bitter towards pigs after walking through their stenchy tent at the Utah State Fair this summer. And I think I ranked tigers second to last, because if there were tigers in Africa, they’d probably hide from me just like the lions and leopards did when I visited last month. But I was pleased to see that Pride and Money were at the bottom. My only wish is that I could switch those two, because in my mind Pride is the worst of those five items.

The second part of the test listed five words and you were supposed to answer with the first thing that came to mind after reading the word. Depending on how you answered them, was you’re perspective on some other thing. Below are my answers.

Item: Dog

My Answer: Friend

What it represents: My Own Personality

My interpretation: Yea, thanks for rubbing salt in the wound. I already knew I was stuck in the friend zone, but I didn’t realize that some monk in Tibet knew about it too. My reputation has traveled the world and back again. I bet if I was in a train outside of Prague and I tried to hit on a girl, her reply would be “Oh, I’ve heard of you”.

Item: Cat

My Answer: Sneeze

What it represents: My Partner’s Personality

My interpretation: I think maybe it’s the look that girls often get on there faces when a guy just doesn’t quite clear the minimum bar. You know, the look right before they let loose with an ear shattering “Haa-Chew!”, the one where their eyes roll back in their head and the skin between their eyebrows looks like its being pinched.

Item: Rat

My Answer: Whiskers

What it represents: My Enemies' Personalities

My interpretation: Rats have whiskers, but so do cougars.

Item: CoffeeMy Answer: Stain

What it represents: How I interpret Sex

My interpretation: Yikes! What in the Sam Hill does that mean?! I don’t think I dare venture a guess.

Item: Sea

My Answer: Fresh

What it represents: My Own Life

My interpretation: What I thought of when I first saw the word was that feeling I get every time I go to the ocean; a feeling of being healed, of taking all my dry itchy skin and my cracked dusty lungs and shedding them like a snake skin. I don’t think Fresh is exactly the right word for that, but it is what I wrote. And I don’t know what that is supposed to mean for my own life. Maybe I’m in constant need of healing. Or maybe I am meant to “upholden him that was fallen and strengthen the feeble knees”. Perhaps both.

Sports Stuff

A couple of things I’ve noticed while watching sports lately have bugged me. So, since I haven’t posted in a while, I thought I’d ramble about these two things for a bit.

The first is the way NBA players rub talcum powder in their hands. I just don’t get it. Is it for hygienic purposes? Personally, I don’t get sweaty palms playing basketball, only when I’m trying to call a hottie. And if that’s the reason, why don’t they bathe their head bands in it instead of their palms. Or are they trying to be polite to the other players so they won’t get sweaty hand prints on the back of their jerseys? That seems unlikely, since they throw a knee to the same guy’s teeth on the other end of the court if he tries to take a charge. And I’ve played basketball my whole life, and there is no way that stuff could actually help your grip on the ball. That powdery softness could only, if anything, make things more slippery. I think I would be nervous about a powdery handed defender bodying me up. I guess it’s better than hearing the snap of a rubber glove. But what’s worse, by far, is watching them load up there hand with a gigantic mound of the stuff before checking into the game, and throwing it up in the air. Is that showmanship? Or do they get focused as they watch the fluttering white particles fall over the time keepers head? The only sports motivational technique that is worse than that is watching a bunch of white cougar football players try to do a Polynesian Haka. It’s like watching a puff of smoke without a disappearing rabbit or a bouquet of flowers from their sleeves. It’s ridiculous and I only have one more thing to say about it: Abracadabra, loose the talcum!

Now, did anyone see Serena Williams at the Australian Open? Was it just a glitch in my television or was she wearing knee length purple spandex and a white tee shirt? The last I checked, women in professional tennis had to wear a tennis skirt to compete. Yea, her shirt was a bit oversized and it had two little slits up the side, but I don’t think that counts as a skirt. Normally, I wouldn’t even notice, but when I flipped the channel and saw her match, I could have sworn that it was Ray Lewis out running around the hard court. I thought that it might have been a celebrity match or something. She may be bigger than a linebacker, but if she is going to compete on the “women’s” tour, I think she should have to obey the dress code. It’s like in the workplace where the guys have to wear ties, pressed shirts, slacks, and polished shoes, and then there’s that one lady that gets away with wearing sweat pants and sandals. Besides, I don’t want to get all excited thinking that I’m going to see Ray Lewis pelt Monica Seles with an overhead if it isn’t really going to happen. I would imagine that would stifle her little screeching awe-HEH!

At the Orphanage

Mason and Bryn at Drakensburg

A Hippo Video

Africa Pictures

Let's see if I can get this link to work . . . .

Dean's Africa Album

. . . . . Hmm, I think that worked! Yay for me!

Future Beauty Queens

Look how beatiful my nieces are!