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Canadian claims to have found Jesus' lost tomb
A Canadian filmmaker and author claims to have new scientific evidence that could have profound implications for Christianity.
Simcha Jacobovici, from Toronto, is expected to reveal at a news conference in New York on Monday that a tomb he explored under a Jerusalem apartment building once contained the bones of Jesus of Nazareth and his family.
Further, he suggested that the tomb, stored in a warehouse belonging to the Israel Antiquity Authority outside Jerusalem, may contain microscopic remains of the Christian saviour's DNA.
If so, this would be the first archaeological evidence of the existence of Jesus -- and his family.
"It's mind boggling. It's an altered reality," Jacobovici told the Toronto Star newspaper ahead of the release of his feature documentary film and book, both titled "The Lost Tomb of Jesus."
"You have to kind of pinch yourself," he said. "Are we really saying what we are saying?"
Jacobovici is presenting all of his evidence in his film and book, which focus on six ossuaries discovered in March 1980. They were found in a 2,000-year-old cave that was discovered when workers were excavating land for a housing development south of Jerusalem.
The boxes were inscribed with the names: Jesus son of Joseph, Judah son of Jesus, Maria, Mariamne, Joseph and Matthew. Another inscription, written in Aramaic, translates to "Judah Son of Jesus."
The inscriptions did not raise many alarms when they were discovered, as they were common names at the time of Jesus.
But Jacobovici asks in his film and book what the likelihood is that this particular group of names, contained in the same family tomb, would appear together?
"There are really only two possibilities," Jacobovici told The Globe and Mail. "Either this cluster of names represents the tomb of Jesus of Nazareth and his family. Or some other family, with this very same constellation of names, existed at precisely the same time in history in Jerusalem."
University of Toronto mathematician Dr. Andrey Feuerverger calculated the odds at one in 600; while Dr. James Tabor, chair of the department of religion at the University of North Carolina, placed the odds at one in 42 million.
"If you took the entire population of Jerusalem at the time and put it in a stadium, and asked everyone named Jesus to stand up, you'd have about 2,700 men," Tabor said. "Then you'd ask only those with a father named Joseph and a mother named Mary to remain standing. And then those with a brother named Yose and a brother named James. Statistically, you end up with one person."
Jacobovici assures devout Christians that there is nothing in his documentary or book that should offend them, since he doesn't argue against Jesus' ascension to heaven.
But his claims could be an issue for those who believe Jesus ascended, both physically and spiritually, to heaven 40 days after his resurrection.
Further, it would question the doctrine of the Virgin Birth if DNA testing were to link Jesus and Joseph with Mary.
According to Jewish custom, the bones have long since been reburied in unmarked graves in Israel. But tests conducted at Lakehead University in Thunder Bay, Ont., on DNA obtained from the Jesus and Mary tomb and show that the two individuals were not maternally related.
Dr. Carney Matheson, the university lab's head, said this likely means they were related by marriage.
Jacobovici's $4-million documentary was executive-produced by Oscar-winning filmmaker James Cameron.
"It doesn't get bigger than this. We've done our homework; we've made the case; and now it's time for the debate to begin," Cameron said in a news release.
The film will air March 6 on Canada's Vision TV, and later next month on Discovery U.S. and Britain's Channel 4.
The Jesus Family Tomb, a companion book by Jacobovici and Dr. Charles Pellegrino, has just been released.
Jacobovici and Cameron are expected to hold a press conference Monday morning at the New York Public Library, with the Jesus and Mary ossuaries which were flown in from Israel on display.
With files from The Globe and Mail and Toronto Star
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Monday, February 19, 2007
valentines...
What are metal dreams?
It's been some time since I last made an entry. I've been busy lately with a project for work that requires my writing skills. After labouring for hours, I've barely any creative juices left for my blog. Unfortunately, my camera is not with me. So there's no slideshow this time.
Good news... we have a windows media maker at work. Yipee. I could make slideshows now of my photos from work and shit like that. I think I've to make one of my family (not genetic). I haven't seen them in a while and I miss them terribly. Sigh.
Valentine Week... I had two dates (if you consider the other one a date per se) that week. One of them was for the actual valentine night and the other was booked last Friday. Date 1 was with a friend I've known for sometime. Date 2 was a speed dating event sponsored by Global Exchange which is sending one of my c0-workers to England. Apart from taking a hot friend away from eligible men, I also have a soft spot for the organization since they hold the Bike-Aid for mountain bikers (of which momma is an aficionado).
DATE 1 - The date started late since I get off at work at 9:00pm. We agreed to meet at Shangri-la for two reasons: it's posh and it's accesible from my place of work. Since there aren't any clients, the head of the company sent us home a good thirty minutes before 9:00pm. Yikes. I was trying to make my co-workers walk slower but they all have longer limbs than I do. Besides, I was wearing one of the shortest non-slutty skirts I own. There was no way I'd be running up the side-walk in that (I was also wearing golden heels with snake skin detial). As I walked towards Shangri-la, my date called in to tell me that he was already at Starbucks. Thank goodness.
Under the threat of throwing a fit, my date agreed to watch "Ghost Rider" that night. To kill time, we had Starbucks and I had ciggies. The movie was uhm shallow (for lack of a better term). Johnny's chopper looked wicked in all sense. I'd love to ride that one day although I've no doubt that it would be a bit heavy for me. Nah. I can take it on. Eva Mendez' hooters nearly took the show away from Nicholas Cage's fake hair. But really the jaw-dropping scene was not caused by the special effects, but by the bugger's six pack in one of his post-shower scenes. Awesome. That single scene made the movie for me. Wow. Praise be Nicholas Cage!
We went to Tomas Morato for really late or really early snacks in Gloria Jean's where I chowed half a sandwhich. Afterwards, we walked over to nearby Aruba, where we saw the sexy Ms. Jean Garcia surrounded by her passe. The bar was great but I do not dig 80s. We moved to Pier One where I was greeted by Viva Hot Men Paulo Serrano (a high school classmate) clad in yellow. He was asking if the date was my boyfriend, but I said no. Yes, I should've inflated the said date's ego and agreed that he was my boyfriend. Sorry, I was already tipsy and didn't think straight.
When I was starting get smashed, the date took me home to his apartment to "give me his present". Early on in the evening, I was teasing him for his lack of flowers. It's valentines for goodness sakes! Where are my bloody flowers!!! No not really. I was nice. But I did mind a bit. When we got to his apartment, he gave me not just one long stemmed red rose, but five pieces of chocolates and a new comfy animal! It's a white whale whom I christened Ishmael or Ishy. Then I went home. Really.
DATE 2 - The speed dating thing started out flat and ended flat. I met a few boys. None of them were bikers. So, I didn't like any of them. Damn. Is that bloody difficult to meet geek bikers around here?! ARGH!
There was human bingo, the question and answer portion, and musical chairs thing. There was funny bone as well. Something or another. There was a bugger who kept following me. He took me back to the apartment. He got a hug from me, but he wanted a kiss. So I sent him out of the door. Who does the bugger think he is?!
We texted the next day but it ended there. I don't care really.
The best thing about that night was that I kept lugging beer that my co-worker paid for. haha
Belated Happy Valentines
It's been some time since I last made an entry. I've been busy lately with a project for work that requires my writing skills. After labouring for hours, I've barely any creative juices left for my blog. Unfortunately, my camera is not with me. So there's no slideshow this time.
Good news... we have a windows media maker at work. Yipee. I could make slideshows now of my photos from work and shit like that. I think I've to make one of my family (not genetic). I haven't seen them in a while and I miss them terribly. Sigh.
Valentine Week... I had two dates (if you consider the other one a date per se) that week. One of them was for the actual valentine night and the other was booked last Friday. Date 1 was with a friend I've known for sometime. Date 2 was a speed dating event sponsored by Global Exchange which is sending one of my c0-workers to England. Apart from taking a hot friend away from eligible men, I also have a soft spot for the organization since they hold the Bike-Aid for mountain bikers (of which momma is an aficionado).
DATE 1 - The date started late since I get off at work at 9:00pm. We agreed to meet at Shangri-la for two reasons: it's posh and it's accesible from my place of work. Since there aren't any clients, the head of the company sent us home a good thirty minutes before 9:00pm. Yikes. I was trying to make my co-workers walk slower but they all have longer limbs than I do. Besides, I was wearing one of the shortest non-slutty skirts I own. There was no way I'd be running up the side-walk in that (I was also wearing golden heels with snake skin detial). As I walked towards Shangri-la, my date called in to tell me that he was already at Starbucks. Thank goodness.
Under the threat of throwing a fit, my date agreed to watch "Ghost Rider" that night. To kill time, we had Starbucks and I had ciggies. The movie was uhm shallow (for lack of a better term). Johnny's chopper looked wicked in all sense. I'd love to ride that one day although I've no doubt that it would be a bit heavy for me. Nah. I can take it on. Eva Mendez' hooters nearly took the show away from Nicholas Cage's fake hair. But really the jaw-dropping scene was not caused by the special effects, but by the bugger's six pack in one of his post-shower scenes. Awesome. That single scene made the movie for me. Wow. Praise be Nicholas Cage!
We went to Tomas Morato for really late or really early snacks in Gloria Jean's where I chowed half a sandwhich. Afterwards, we walked over to nearby Aruba, where we saw the sexy Ms. Jean Garcia surrounded by her passe. The bar was great but I do not dig 80s. We moved to Pier One where I was greeted by Viva Hot Men Paulo Serrano (a high school classmate) clad in yellow. He was asking if the date was my boyfriend, but I said no. Yes, I should've inflated the said date's ego and agreed that he was my boyfriend. Sorry, I was already tipsy and didn't think straight.
When I was starting get smashed, the date took me home to his apartment to "give me his present". Early on in the evening, I was teasing him for his lack of flowers. It's valentines for goodness sakes! Where are my bloody flowers!!! No not really. I was nice. But I did mind a bit. When we got to his apartment, he gave me not just one long stemmed red rose, but five pieces of chocolates and a new comfy animal! It's a white whale whom I christened Ishmael or Ishy. Then I went home. Really.
DATE 2 - The speed dating thing started out flat and ended flat. I met a few boys. None of them were bikers. So, I didn't like any of them. Damn. Is that bloody difficult to meet geek bikers around here?! ARGH!
There was human bingo, the question and answer portion, and musical chairs thing. There was funny bone as well. Something or another. There was a bugger who kept following me. He took me back to the apartment. He got a hug from me, but he wanted a kiss. So I sent him out of the door. Who does the bugger think he is?!
We texted the next day but it ended there. I don't care really.
The best thing about that night was that I kept lugging beer that my co-worker paid for. haha
Belated Happy Valentines
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Johnny on the Rocks
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For a time, I didn't think there was any need for my fine good old friend, Johnny and the lesser friend, Jack. But several news had recently made me wanna pop the cork (there is no cork, yeah I know).
News #1
I got served my first memo for a dress that nobody understood. I was playing ethnic and bohemian chic. But apparently, all everybody saw was a "daster" similar to what manangs wear in the comfort of their own homes. Thus, my memo was born.
At first, I didn't think I was applying for a company that fined you for cutting-edge clothing that was threading on the worst-dressed gwen stephani style sans the blue hair. My old friend complained, "What is this?! Vogue?!" True enough that we didn't work in a fashion magazine, but people here are of very small minds and most are ball-less. It doesn't sit well to see their employees expressing themselves in such an attire.
It is important to note that had someone else worn that dress or any of my risque dresses, it would not have been noticed. They are picking on me, yes. But what does it matter? They can fire me if they want. God knows I'm not paid enough. Hell, that dress doesn't show a shred of sexyness. Today, I wore something of the slutty kind with a jacket. That passed. Hmm... food for thought.
Here is what my memo looks like:
Dear Ms. Nineveh,
This letter is to serve as notice that you are in danger of violating the provisions of your probationary employment with us regarding the required dress code to be worn during office hours.
As per your job offer, your probationary period is supposed to last until blah blah. During your job offer ity was made clear that the company's dress code was to be followed; that is, business casual from Monday to Thursday with Friday being designatedas laundry day and therefore "free-dress".
To date you have been verbally reminded twice regarding your non-observance of this rule. Today marks your third verbal warning direcly after yesterday's violation of the same rule.
Please be mindful of these provisions in the future.
Thank you,
HR Director
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According to my friend who also received a similar notice, albeit not for his dress code, confessed that the said memo was indeed a template. Unfortunate as to the fact that I didn't even TRY to be bad and here I was with a memo. I guess I am naturally bad... which isn't all that bad but it could be worse.
My old friend is stressed out about it. But I am quite happy with what I have achieved. I am not nearly devastated enough to care about it at all. It is not the first time that I've been in the "hot seat" for my uncompromising motto of "I shall not live in fear!" And to quote Erin Brocovich, "So long as I have one ass, instead of two, I will damn wear whatever I want."
I like the work I do. It is not important for me to feel loved by the people around here. It was hard at first, but I finally internalized that this place is not my comfort zone. This is a war zone right here. It not a cushy seat to be one of the footsoldiers. But hey, it starts at the bottom and winds it way to the top. It is unfortunate for the Queen to have surrounded herself with people who have little minds and practically no balls. Perhaps it is my fault that they don't like me. I am not impressed by their deeds and have refused to feign such actions. It is not befitting my character. My sisters raised me right.
Perhaps they will fire me after my probationary period. Of course, I live with another motto: "I will not quit, you must fire me!" It's the call centers' fault. If I get fired, I could always get a new job with a way way way better pay. I've already realized that I will not get anywhere with this company. Penny commented that "Ang liit liit na nga ng opisina niyo, ang lakas pa rin ng politika." True enough.
News # 2
My ex passed the UP LAE. I'm ecstatic. There is nothing in the world that can make me sad tonight. Nothing. Absolutely NOTHING.
For a time, I didn't think there was any need for my fine good old friend, Johnny and the lesser friend, Jack. But several news had recently made me wanna pop the cork (there is no cork, yeah I know).
News #1
I got served my first memo for a dress that nobody understood. I was playing ethnic and bohemian chic. But apparently, all everybody saw was a "daster" similar to what manangs wear in the comfort of their own homes. Thus, my memo was born.
At first, I didn't think I was applying for a company that fined you for cutting-edge clothing that was threading on the worst-dressed gwen stephani style sans the blue hair. My old friend complained, "What is this?! Vogue?!" True enough that we didn't work in a fashion magazine, but people here are of very small minds and most are ball-less. It doesn't sit well to see their employees expressing themselves in such an attire.
It is important to note that had someone else worn that dress or any of my risque dresses, it would not have been noticed. They are picking on me, yes. But what does it matter? They can fire me if they want. God knows I'm not paid enough. Hell, that dress doesn't show a shred of sexyness. Today, I wore something of the slutty kind with a jacket. That passed. Hmm... food for thought.
Here is what my memo looks like:
Dear Ms. Nineveh,
This letter is to serve as notice that you are in danger of violating the provisions of your probationary employment with us regarding the required dress code to be worn during office hours.
As per your job offer, your probationary period is supposed to last until blah blah. During your job offer ity was made clear that the company's dress code was to be followed; that is, business casual from Monday to Thursday with Friday being designatedas laundry day and therefore "free-dress".
To date you have been verbally reminded twice regarding your non-observance of this rule. Today marks your third verbal warning direcly after yesterday's violation of the same rule.
Please be mindful of these provisions in the future.
Thank you,
HR Director
**************************************
According to my friend who also received a similar notice, albeit not for his dress code, confessed that the said memo was indeed a template. Unfortunate as to the fact that I didn't even TRY to be bad and here I was with a memo. I guess I am naturally bad... which isn't all that bad but it could be worse.
My old friend is stressed out about it. But I am quite happy with what I have achieved. I am not nearly devastated enough to care about it at all. It is not the first time that I've been in the "hot seat" for my uncompromising motto of "I shall not live in fear!" And to quote Erin Brocovich, "So long as I have one ass, instead of two, I will damn wear whatever I want."
I like the work I do. It is not important for me to feel loved by the people around here. It was hard at first, but I finally internalized that this place is not my comfort zone. This is a war zone right here. It not a cushy seat to be one of the footsoldiers. But hey, it starts at the bottom and winds it way to the top. It is unfortunate for the Queen to have surrounded herself with people who have little minds and practically no balls. Perhaps it is my fault that they don't like me. I am not impressed by their deeds and have refused to feign such actions. It is not befitting my character. My sisters raised me right.
Perhaps they will fire me after my probationary period. Of course, I live with another motto: "I will not quit, you must fire me!" It's the call centers' fault. If I get fired, I could always get a new job with a way way way better pay. I've already realized that I will not get anywhere with this company. Penny commented that "Ang liit liit na nga ng opisina niyo, ang lakas pa rin ng politika." True enough.
News # 2
My ex passed the UP LAE. I'm ecstatic. There is nothing in the world that can make me sad tonight. Nothing. Absolutely NOTHING.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Top 10 Motorbike The World's Greatest
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Check it out:
http://myvespa.wordpress.com/2007/01/17/10-greatest-ever-motorbikes/#more-282
The article is based on Discovery Channel's The World's Greatest segment talking about the Top 10 Motorbikes according to experts and bikers alike.
In a nutshell:
10. Harley Davidson Knuckle Head
9. Moto Guzzi V8
8. Vespa (PX 125)
7. Brough Superior SS 8
6. Britten V1000
5. Triumph Bonneville T100
4. Y2K
3. Honda 750
2. Ducati 916
1. Honda Cub50 (What? yeah, I hear ya)
Check it out:
http://myvespa.wordpress.com/2007/01/17/10-greatest-ever-motorbikes/#more-282
The article is based on Discovery Channel's The World's Greatest segment talking about the Top 10 Motorbikes according to experts and bikers alike.
In a nutshell:
10. Harley Davidson Knuckle Head
9. Moto Guzzi V8
8. Vespa (PX 125)
7. Brough Superior SS 8
6. Britten V1000
5. Triumph Bonneville T100
4. Y2K
3. Honda 750
2. Ducati 916
1. Honda Cub50 (What? yeah, I hear ya)
Friday, January 26, 2007
Challenge 1 WINNER
What are metal dreams?
Alright models, it's judging time...
The Deliberation for the winner of Challenge 1
The fate of the models lies in one mystery judge invited by the blog author. Since the judge is familiar with the models, s/he was asked to be as impartial as he could be. Thankfully, he lent his expertise for free (woohoo) allowing for the winning model to receive two prizes. While deliberating, the judge was quarantined from the models.
With that, let's start with the recap of Challenge 1. As we have close interaction with our clients, it was important to look cheerful even when s/he do not feel like being lil miss sunshine. This challenge was designed to test the skill of the models' ability to appear happy in the photographs. The models were asked to convey their most happiest smile without looking directly at the camera resulting in a "candid" shot.
The Models
The challenge was to "look happy". The positive thing about this photo is that it conveys peacefulness. Unfortunately, we are looking for top-of-the-world happy instead of calm contentment. Her aura was too calm. Although Kaye is naturally classy, she ought to have found a way to appear ridiculously happy in a classy way.
According to the judge, the model doesn't look happy... just cute. It seems that he didn't give his 100% on this challenge. The judge appreciated his effort to show the "teasing" side of him. But sadly, it didn't pay off.
The judge feel that the smile is too unrealistic as if "someone made her smile". The model's forced smile didn't sit well with the judge. Amazingly, it was cartoony leaning to sexy. It seems actress-y in a way that didn't win her the vote of the judge.
It's the same case for this one, her smile didn't reach her eyes. "She looks scared!" said the dismayed judge. Nery felt self-conscious about her dentals that she was half-way between a toothy grin and a toothless smile. The judge suggests that even with bad teeth, the model should have played up her other assets such her skin and eyes.
The Winner
Loraine is the winner of our challenge. Her smile looks natural and her eyes sparkled as if she was truly happy when the photo was taken. Even if she wasn't, she totally fooled the judge. "She showed us what happiness is," said the judge. This was the only where the happiness shines beyond the photo and into the real world.
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Stay tuned for Challenge 2 "Window Shot"
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Loraine will receive one free lunch next week and a trinket from the blog author. This photo will also be featured in the FRIENDSTER bulletin board for all to see.
Alright models, it's judging time...
The Deliberation for the winner of Challenge 1
The fate of the models lies in one mystery judge invited by the blog author. Since the judge is familiar with the models, s/he was asked to be as impartial as he could be. Thankfully, he lent his expertise for free (woohoo) allowing for the winning model to receive two prizes. While deliberating, the judge was quarantined from the models.
With that, let's start with the recap of Challenge 1. As we have close interaction with our clients, it was important to look cheerful even when s/he do not feel like being lil miss sunshine. This challenge was designed to test the skill of the models' ability to appear happy in the photographs. The models were asked to convey their most happiest smile without looking directly at the camera resulting in a "candid" shot.
The Models
The challenge was to "look happy". The positive thing about this photo is that it conveys peacefulness. Unfortunately, we are looking for top-of-the-world happy instead of calm contentment. Her aura was too calm. Although Kaye is naturally classy, she ought to have found a way to appear ridiculously happy in a classy way. According to the judge, the model doesn't look happy... just cute. It seems that he didn't give his 100% on this challenge. The judge appreciated his effort to show the "teasing" side of him. But sadly, it didn't pay off. The judge feel that the smile is too unrealistic as if "someone made her smile". The model's forced smile didn't sit well with the judge. Amazingly, it was cartoony leaning to sexy. It seems actress-y in a way that didn't win her the vote of the judge. It's the same case for this one, her smile didn't reach her eyes. "She looks scared!" said the dismayed judge. Nery felt self-conscious about her dentals that she was half-way between a toothy grin and a toothless smile. The judge suggests that even with bad teeth, the model should have played up her other assets such her skin and eyes.The Winner
Loraine is the winner of our challenge. Her smile looks natural and her eyes sparkled as if she was truly happy when the photo was taken. Even if she wasn't, she totally fooled the judge. "She showed us what happiness is," said the judge. This was the only where the happiness shines beyond the photo and into the real world.
Loraine's winning shot
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Stay tuned for Challenge 2 "Window Shot"
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Loraine will receive one free lunch next week and a trinket from the blog author. This photo will also be featured in the FRIENDSTER bulletin board for all to see.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
My Place
What are metal dreams?
Snippets of my new pad at the heart of a fairly unfriendly neighborhood.
My bedroom...
The stairs of doom...
The living room...
The small dining area and the doorway leading to the kitchen and bathroom...
The kitchen
The bathroom... my second fave place...
The facade... my fave colour - PINK. It is also my favorite place in the pad (well, still technically IN the pad), coz it's the only place where I can smoke. hehe.
My ashtray...
The neighbor seemed to think that just coz I don't park any type of vehicle in front of our house then he could park his. Well, what can you expect? They even watch their laundry on the street.
The neighborhood pets
Our doggie... the neighbor's doggie that is. He loves us.
Our fish... I don't even know which neighbor owns this fish. I don't make nice to the fishy.
Our kids... yeah, they're not really pets but, just like cats, they're everywhere!
Snippets of my new pad at the heart of a fairly unfriendly neighborhood.
My bedroom...
The stairs of doom...
The living room...
The small dining area and the doorway leading to the kitchen and bathroom...
The kitchen
The bathroom... my second fave place...
The facade... my fave colour - PINK. It is also my favorite place in the pad (well, still technically IN the pad), coz it's the only place where I can smoke. hehe.
My ashtray...
The neighbor seemed to think that just coz I don't park any type of vehicle in front of our house then he could park his. Well, what can you expect? They even watch their laundry on the street.
The neighborhood pets
Our doggie... the neighbor's doggie that is. He loves us.
Our fish... I don't even know which neighbor owns this fish. I don't make nice to the fishy.
Our kids... yeah, they're not really pets but, just like cats, they're everywhere!
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