Archive for March, 2006

Censorship, Arise!

Thursday, March 30th, 2006

On a scale of, say, G-PG-PG13-R-NC17-XXX, where would you put the Bible?  Now it would, in the case of a movie, depend on the directors’ finesse with graphic shots and sound effects.  But take your previous rating and consider names like the ‘Good Book’
and the cutesy-wootsy flannel boards children’s church attendees view.

The Bible that I’m growing to know, having recently completed an entire read through of said literature, is not so pastel and fluffy.  Considering history, Jesus had a pretty good chance of looking a lot like Mr. Bin Laden.  As for the characters themselves, there were some gruff motherfuckers.  Our past, as Christians, is not pretty.  We are the dregs, the scum, the fools.  So why are we trying to act like that’s what we were until we met Jesus and suddenly we got the ‘get out of hell free’ card, stopped drinking and smoking and now there’s no need to say anything to each other at church besides “hey! good to see you! life’s fan-freaking-tastic for me, what about you?”

We are lying to ourselves.  This is not authenticity.  This is not community.  We think we’re better than everyone because we ‘got it’ when we heard about Jesus.  Jesus washed his disciples feet.  The master as servant.  And what do I do when some consider me master? Assume lordship.  Darn tootin’.  There are many people I know who think I do no wrong; friends who say their parents like me more than them.  Do I perpetuate this? Do I revel in my hop/skip life (a term a friend used regarding my life) where I don’t get dragged down by the problems everyone else has?

Think I’m yelling at you? Nope. Me. When I go to church, I sit jaded by fakeness and from watching many seekers ask but never recieve what they needed only to die away into a bundle of hopelessness.  See, I ask questions.  Anyone can be a critic.  Just poke at what’s already made. The difficulty lies in answers, and more so in living those answers.

And everyone knows it but us. I know people (non-Christians, pre-Christians, whatever) who point out Christians’ shortcomings daily.  The guy who’s brother started acting the jackass to his own family after he found a wife and God (like ducks in a row, how miraculous).  The Christian with the bad temper and no forgiveness.  And then take our national representatives.  Take the God Hates Fags website. Take Falwell and Robertson, who agreed on TV that 9/11 was what America had comin’ cause of all the tree hugging faggot abortion-rights people.  Where is love? God sent His Son to die for all of us.  All including the born-again types. Why? Because of love.  Doesn’t seem like I have that love, which is not a bonus, but a requirement.  If Americans were loved, it would transform them.  It’s not about wearing the latest Christian clothing slogans or multimedia heavy churches with double latte bars.  Love is the key ingredient.

So in my attempt to tie this together, let’s review our violent sinful past.  We’ve got civil war, massacres, rape, incestuous rape, murder, wife swapping. And that’s all in the first like five books of the Bible.  Let’s review our own lives, which are littered with violent sin.   Okay, mine is. Real ugly stuff.  And then there’s grace and love, which showed us what we couldn’t fathom- fantastical dreams solidified into salvation at hand.  And how do I return this act? At best by doing nothing.  At worst by indulging in selfishness while professing faith. No, no; I don’t get it.  I don’t truly understand what I am apart from God.  I don’t truly understand what I am within God.  If I did, my life would not look like it does.

V for Verisimilitude

Thursday, March 30th, 2006

So I watched “‘V’ for Vendetta” last weekend. By myself. I realized I have a problem with ‘critics’ and ‘experts’. First off, if I were an english teacher, I would have my students read “Fight Club” by Chuck Palahniuk and compare it with “The Fountainhead” by Ayn Rand. And yes, that does apply to my rant.

So I’ve never found a movie review I’ve agreed with. Some reviews got kind of close, but I’ve never agreed with their final decision as displayed in ’stars’ or ‘thumbs.’ So why are they there? Why is it that people (Roger Ebert) make their entire living off of movie criticism? More importantly, how is it possible? Because that sounds like a sweet job.

I’m just wondering why someone’s opinion matters that much. I mean everyone knows the best advertisement is word-of-mouth. So do Americans read text from a random movie reviewer on a national or local level and just agree? There’s no trust-based relationship created there to make me want to appreciate the thoughts from the movie critic.

And that leads me to experts. Movie reviewers are essentially experts in their field. And their field is opinion. I mean, sure one can find logical areas to analyze, but it’s really all opinion in the end. The bigger problem is that the news channels shove some face on their screen and call said face shovee an expert. What is an expert? One that knows more about a given topic that anyone else? One who is willing to study a question until their proof overshadows all others beyond a reason of doubt? One who has a degree and professorship and would like to line their pockets a little thicker? Expert schmexpert says I.

American are force fed the news, complete with supporting evidence on a daily basis. We don’t have to think, and boy is it nice. No sarcasm, it really is. I have a problem with concentrating too much on a topic so it’s nice to have the boring topics taken care of by the national news services. The downfall to this is the experts generally don’t agree. Why? because most of what they discuss is in fact opinion.

Take that, culture!

Thursday, March 30th, 2006

So I just wanted to spend some time doting on the fact that I am a bachelor. Don’t think I am actually complaining. We all know every proverbial base in the baseball field of life represents a relationship level previously unattained. So if third is frantic reproduction and a homer is marriage with a house, boat and kids, I am still in the dugout. Heck, maybe not even there. I mean, I started out in the Little Leagues, traded up to the 21 and Over League for about two years and now I’m stuck in the grey area of been-there-done-that-and-am-not-currently-doing-it-again.

But we are not gathered here today to mourn mono v. duo. We are gathered to celebrate this peculiarity. I thought of this some time ago when I realized that I had been using the same 13.5 oz Safeway 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner for over 5 months. Yes! Go me! And let us not forget that as we speak, I am trying a new lunch involving Albertsons’ garlic bread and ham. Not too shabby and oh-so-simple. May I point you to my bathroom garbage can which has held a wee bit of someone’s puke for over a month now? Or my habit of playing guitar after arriving home in the wee hours of the morning. My house remains free of pastels, dolls, doilies and is a certified Irrational Button Free Zone.

Please don’t think I’m trashing on women. No no, women provide so many things guys don’t even realize are missing. A companionship such as that provided by females tames the Test Fest (take that, chick magazines with your endless cheesy alliterative nicknames for everything) in men.

I’m simply celebrating singleness. I feel this to be an important part of the development of any human attempting to rise beyond adolescence. To have no one else to blame for the messes, no one to take care of you when lazy, to have no doting type who tries to ease your busy schedule. Just you- you and the bills and life decisions in a sometimes too quiet apartment. Youth today are so caught up the relationship game, too busy hot-swapping lust for drama, to enjoy the fact they have no large responsibilities, no binding ties. There’s a time for everything. So this is my time to develop my decorating taste, my financial goals and my eating habits. And learn from all my failures. Because gosh darnit, I’m not so smooth at grocery shopping. Or itemizing my deductions.

Might be time for another garlic bread and ham surprise!

Women: Get Over Yourselves

Monday, March 27th, 2006

So I’m begging for a loud, violent backlash already. What good can come out of attacking an entire gender? Please allow me to begin backpedalling. See, I have come to the conclusion that I don’t respect women and validate their feelings as I should. I have, for too long, just miffed out a disgusted “WOMEN” whenever I’ve seen a female in the midst of some unexplainable action. I’m trying to change that- to accept that women are wired differently and deal with stress and feeling in parallel instead of in series. Or whatever your favorite metaphor is. Also, this probably is most applicable to women near my peer group (Gen Y).

So here we are with a bold title and an apologetic first paragraph. This though- this is how women can understand men and live with Mr. Pretty Sure He’s Right happily ever after or until the credits start or his mouth stops. Time for another disclaimer: there’s some freaking wierd people out there with all kinds of complexes (Oedipus complex being relevant). So this may not so apply to them.

Let’s start with some examples. A friend of mine went to do laundry at the new apartment and got scared by the upstairs renter while she moved their clothes out of the dryer. Post scream, she conversed regarding appropriate sharing procedures of laundry facilities. A short while later she and I picked up her boyfriend from work and on the way back she related the entire situation back to him. I have no doubt in my mind the retelling took longer than the actual incident.

So here’s the mistake: boys are not girls. Surprising I know. Guys just don’t relate and communicate like girls. Guys often don’t need the entire story. Don’t even need half of it. Don’t need to know how she discovered both sets of renters have similar weekly time schedules. This has nothing to do with two Guy Goals: Provide and Protect. If they were out of laundry detergent and she wanted a couple bucks to go grab some or if said co-renter had copped a feel, that’s where the guy has something to go off of. Because guys like to FIX THINGS. Anything outside the scope of fixing things, even conversationally become a bit hazy. Two other things to watch out for in this situation: First off, she interrupted what was most likely a short comment by said boyfriend in order to relay this story. Right after he got off work. See, interrupting is often more commonly accepted within a giggle of girls. Guys, the “Friends, Romans, Countrymen” type, don’t deal as well. Even if a pertinent comment relating to the sentence still in transit out of his vocal chords pops into her head it’s wise to hold said comment until the entire paragraph is out. Women who fail to recognize this perform conversational smothering. Also, get comfortable with silence. It’s no big deal, nothing against you. It’s not a tactic. He’s just got nothing to bring to the table. And maybe he should work on that. He probably spent all his effort trying to keep up with the laundry story during his ‘transition’ time where he files all his At Work thoughts away and reaches for his At Home thoughts. Many guys need between a half to whole hour for this task. Often, a guy’s eyes will glaze over mid-laundry story. It’s not that they don’t care. I know many a man who has desperately tried to empathize with his woman and lovingly listen, but has failed simply because she was talking as if to a women and he was listening as if to a man.

Conversational ambushes are sketchy. You know, where a dude walks into a bar and the bartender says “Ouch.” No, I mean like when a guy goes into say, the living room of his abode after a day at the office. It’s been done in my presence: a woman will immediately launch into “Hey guess what” or “You gotta listen to what i just read” or “I know you’ll find this hilarious” and then expound on said topic. The problem here is Failure to Observe Body Language. This female will have pounced on this topic long ago and now has a Dummy’s Guide To ______ with talking points all lined up. Guys don’t jump conversationally well. Or emotionally. So while the female sees no need for niceties and jumps right into something like “No, they’re not’ which harks back to the conversation they had last night about the state of the dishes, the man is often left out in conversational cold. By using niceties like “Hey honey bunches of oats and hearty goodness, i just read something quite disturbing and would like to share it with you. Do you have a minute?” and observing body language (which is the more telling of communication) (in this case, male might be grunting a tv and tyke up the stairs. not a good sharing time) it’s possible to get the most bang for your conversational buck.

I stated earlier the emotional jumping problems guys have. As an example, I saw a college girl go from I’m-so-mad-I’m-going-to-cry-and-punch-the-wall-in-the-bathroom back to I’m-so-happy-I’m-hot-and-funny-and-everyone’s-little-darling in less than a half hour. wow. Guys, when feeling emotions that intense, stick with them for a while (yes, Hermione, it’s quite possible). So it’s no surprise all the males observing this female just stared stunned while she giggled her way out of the bathroom, resplendent with bloody knuckles. And then gave her a wider berth. Guys just can’t keep up, so don’t expect it, k?
Of course, this could have just been the pressing of her Illogical Button. This idea would be funny if several women hadn’t confirmed it’s existence. Yes, once this button is pressed, all feelings that have been stored up for months and possibly years is unleashed in a matter of minutes. No one, not even the owner of that button will be able to explain it later. Not fully, not in that action=reaction kind of way. I think if women are able to recognize they’re high on the Illogical-ness, they should insert that into their screaming. Like “IT IS MOSTLY YOUR FAULT BECAUSE YOU SET ME OFF BUT MOST OF THIS IS BECAUSE I’VE BEEN GETTING ANNOYED AT THE RESULT OF MY OVERANLYZATION OF EVERYTHING WITHIN THE HEADING OF “NOUN” AND I DIDN’T FEEL LIKE I SHOULD SHARE HOW I FELT BECAUSE I OVERANALYZED THE RESULT SO I JUST SHOVED IT ALL INSIDE AND NOW YOU AND YOU ALONE WILL SUFFER!” or something like that. if you find this funny, good. i really haven’t tried to make this funny. nor do i find it all that humorous myself.
Other issues: spending two hours every morning getting ready for public viewing. Yes yes, we’ve all been informed it’s to compete with each other and not for the sole viewing pleasure of males. And obviously not all women get this involved in the beautification process. And men rarely fail to appreciate the end result. But that’s a diggity-dang long time. For anything. Heck, if the summary of any given two-hour period doesn’t involve ‘fire’, ‘food’, ‘death-defying’, ‘once-in-a-lifetime’, ‘all-you-can-eat’ or ‘SWAT’ there’s a good chance it’s been wasted. Think I’m joking, too.

Fighting. There’s a good one. What’s with all the behind the back drama. My cuz told me a story about a girl from school who hated another one. Even brought a knife to school to fight her. At the mall later, the girls were spotted chatting hand in hand. wow. does that make sense to anyone? we’re talking about adolescents here. because of of mighty Pride, guys to a lot of aggressively stupid behavior. I saw two Londoners nearly sparring with their umbrellas after an accident on those crazy roundabouts. But wouldn’t it be nice to lose a few teeth and be done with it vice months of ‘i heard she said…’ ending with one hate competitor losing by being the first with an eating disorder. ok, that’s a little out of control. Guys have a hard time appreciating drama like that. because we Fix Things. If there’s a problem go fix it. Don’t stew over it forever. At this point, the ability to multitask and siphon actions through the how-everyone-involved-might-have-felt-filter is working against females.

In conclusion, get over yourselves. Stop worrying so much about how you look. One is always one’s worst critic. Ignore the impossibly shaped models in the stores you buy from and the magazines you read. Develop a self-worth based on meaningful knowledge of self. Know you are worthy of being loved and need not stoop to base hedonism and emulation of soap operas to gain fulfillment. Know that even if you never wore makeup again, combed your hair and then wore that bathing suit you are positive you’re too whatever for, your man would find you sexy. Appreciate guys for being different. Revel in the differences that add and not subtract from a relationship. Observe his body language and work off that when he’s not talking. Let him know by any means necessary he has your total support. Anything less is disaster. In this age of sexism and feminism, relationship power has moved largely to women. Share that power in a healthy way and hand over control altogether when healthy and good. Men are on a totally different plane of thought, and it’s waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay below you. So relax. Enjoy the simple baseness of guys. And if nothing makes sense, then man I gotta stop writing immediately after being insipired by steve and before getting some good rest.

Bring on the feedback.

Links

Sunday, March 19th, 2006

Per my previous entry, here’s some more links you may find interesting.

Attorney General uses “killer” and “willy-nilly” in same sentence!

Here’s what I just bought!

Art+Confessions=less suicides

See that wasn’t too bad! At some point I may just write some long winded meaningful thing. But if you like my friend Steve H. and want to check the blog he started, it’s right next door at http://suppasukka.com/steve/ He’ll be sure to take care of that need-for-meaning itch that couldn’t get scratched here.

Surfin’ USA!

Sunday, March 19th, 2006

So how is it I find the most selectively cool sites on the internet? I surf. That’s right- I start by googling a topic like “sentimental zygotes.”  From there I find a blog at brianbaute.com.  Perusing the site, I notice a comment on the right hand side that says “Fecund Stench: This reminds me of Dave Chappelle’s reason.” So I follow it and am presented with a backstory and link to CNN.  See, isn’t it fun to to go where several thousand have gone before?

Ahh, the conversational filler of The Weather

Sunday, March 19th, 2006

It’s snowing outside. It started out as a kind of thick rain and progressed rapidly into super wet snow. I’m sure we all know what ‘dry snow’ is as compared to ‘wet snow.’ So all I really had to say was that it’s sticking to anything except for hot things like my Jeep’s hood, steam vents and my butt. Also, we’re supposed to get a plethora of snow tonight.

Sargasm

Saturday, March 18th, 2006

So I know so many Christians out there are wondering about issues like anal sex before marriage, masturbation, pornography and three-way encounters of the sexual kind. Well my friends, have I the site for you. It turns out the Bible supports all of these things and in fact encourages them!

How do I know? Well it’s simple! I, while not even looking for such a site- or any site thay may even be similar at all to this astounding site- found it here for you all to enjoy:

http://www.sexinchrist.com/index.html

RSS

Saturday, March 18th, 2006

my dad asked a while ago what “rss” is. Ok, so say there’s a website you like to visit. You like to go back whenever it’s updated. What if you could just go there whenever you knew it is updated instead of wasting time? With RSS (Really Simple Syndication) you can. This site, for example, produces a RSS feed. If I wait two weeks to write and then dump a bunch all at once, you’ll get the new ones without wasting two weeks breathlessly waiting.

The best way to do this is to use Firefox and use the Live Bookmark thingy. Any more questions about this please refer to Google or me.

Concise

Saturday, March 18th, 2006

So, I forgot to blog for like two weeks. Need to make this soul dump a ritual I guess. Just wanted to tell a quick story.

When I was in Utah for scuba diving, I got some breakfast at this place across the street from the motel. I sat there at the counter with two strangers. They were watching CMT on the TV while waiting for their food. The singer at that point was Sara Evans. These two guys were discussing said singer and pointing out various bits of knowledge and opinion. I felt that the most concise and meaningful phrase emitted in the whole of their conversation (hey, like I anything better to do than listen) was this:

“Three kids.”

How can anyone say it better than that?