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Contradicting myself

Thursday, January 29th, 2009

I found this meme on Matt‘s blog.  I am feeling uninspired today, so I have stolen it.  Bwa ha! And yes, that kind of contradicts my post yesterday. My blog. Shut up.

The rules are these: bold the items you’ve done; don’t bold items you haven’t done.  Sticking to my principles, I shall not tag anyone for the meme, but let me know if you do it!

1.Started your own blog. Um … hello?

2. Slept under the stars.  If tents count, yeah.

3. Played in a band. I was a band geek in middle school.

4. Visited Hawaii. Yes!  I want to go back.

5. Watched a meteor shower .  Saw one fall over the pyramids.  That was cool.

6. Given more than you can afford to charity. I give to charity, but never that much. I’m too nervous about money.

7. Been to Disney World / Land. Been to Disney World a couple of times. Never as an adult, though.

8. Climbed a mountain. I climbed Mt. Sinai in the dark. Won’t do it again.

9. Held a praying mantis.

10. Sang a solo. I was in musical theater in high school. Interestingly enough, this was before I knew I was gay.

11. Bungee jumped.

12. Visited Paris. Unless Charles deGaulle Airport counts, no.

13. Watched a lightning storm at sea. I don’t think so? I know there have been storms while we’ve been at sea, but can’t recall watching the lightning.

14. Taught yourself an art from scratch.

15. Adopted a child. Does Mocha count?

16. Had food poisoning.

17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty. Every time I’ve been there, it’s been closed.

18. Grown your own vegetables. Yep. Sometimes I even remember to harvest them before they rot, too.

19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France.

20. Slept on an overnight train. I slept on the train from Aswan to Cairo. On the way from Cairo to Luxor I was awake most of the night because I had never traveled through Middle Egypt and wanted to see all the places I hadn’t ever been. Considering it was an overnight train, this was perhaps not the easiest thing to do.

21. Had a pillow fight. In college. Broke my little finger.

22. Hitch hiked.

23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill. “Wow, Chris must be sick. I heard him getting on a plane.”

24. Built a snow fort. Um, yeah.

25. Held a lamb.

26. Gone skinny dipping. Interestingly, I don’t think I have.

27. Run a Marathon.

28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice.

29. Seen a total eclipse. Not a total one, but near total.

30. Watched a sunrise or sunset. Yep.

31. Hit a home run. Not officially–I had a friend who was into softball as a kid, and we played a lot, but always in the vacant lot. Who can say if they were homers?

32. Been on a cruise. With Ray to the Yucatan twice, and on the Nile.

33. Seen Niagara Falls in person. Once you’ve seen it, there’s no real reason to go back.

34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors. I’ve been to Greece and met the extended family but have not yet made it to the place where either grandparent was born.

35. Been to Amish community. Northeast Ohio.

36. Taught yourself a new language. I taught myself Swedish. Everything else I had to take a class for.

37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied. Is that even possible?

38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person.

39. Gone rock climbing. I did one of those walls in a gym once. Does that count?

40. Seen Michelangelo’s David.

41. Sung karaoke.

42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt. When I was a kid. I’d love to go back to Yellowstone.

43. Bought a stranger a meal in a restaurant. I’ve bought strange people meals before …

44. Visited Africa. Egypt, Morocco, Tanzania. And I’ve changed planes in Nairobi.

45. Walked on a beach by moonlight.

46. Been transported in an ambulance.

47. Had your portrait painted.

48. Gone deep sea fishing.

49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person.

50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. I saw it when landing in Paris once – does that count? Probably not.

51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling. Snorkeling, in the Red Sea, very briefly. I’m not coordinated enough.

52. Kissed in the rain. Have I … ? I … oh, sweetie? Next time it rains, we need to cross this off the list.

53. Played in the mud. Aren’t four year olds genetically designed to be attracted to mud?

54. Gone to a drive-in theater.

55. Been in a movie.

56. Visited the Great Wall of China.

57. Started a business.

58. Taken a martial arts class.

59. Visited Russia.

60. Served at a soup kitchen.

61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies.

62. Gone whale watching.

63. Gotten flowers for no reason.

64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma. Not allowed to (5 year ban after malaria medication. Well, that and the other thing.)

65. Gone sky diving. Um, no.

66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp.

67. Bounced a check. Fortunately, the bank has always been good enough to cover it for me, usually for a massive fee.

68. Flown in a helicopter.

69. Saved a favorite childhood toy.

70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial. I’ve taken a nap there, too, waiting for the Fourth of July fireworks.

71. Eaten Caviar. Tastes like cold fish jelly.

72. Pieced a quilt.

73. Stood in Times Square. Years ago. I’d like to go back to New York City … when I can afford it.

74. Toured the Everglades. It gets old after a while.

75. Been fired from a job.

76. Seen the Changing of the Guard in London. Been many times, but I’ve never actually been there to see the Changing of the Guard.

77. Broken a bone. See #21.

78. Been on a speeding motorcycle.

79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person.

80. Published a book.

81. Visited the Vatican.

82. Bought a brand new car. Two, in fact.

83. Walked in Jerusalem. Got heatstroke in Jerusalem, too.

84. Had your picture in the newspaper.

85. Read the entire Bible. At this point, I probably have. Not all the way through in one sitting, tho.

86. Visited the White House.

87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating.

88. Had chickenpox. I was in kindergarten. I think I still have a scar on my right leg from it.

89. Saved someone’s life.

90. Sat on a jury.

91. Met someone famous.

92. Joined a book club. Ran a book club for a little while, in fact.

93. Lost a loved one.

94. Had a baby. I’ve had a cow.

95. Seen the Alamo in person. Not that impressive.

96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake. Seems like it would sting.

97. Been involved in a lawsuit.

98. Owned a cell phone.

99. Been stung by a bee. I have a completely unnatural fear of stinging insects.

At My Funeral

Monday, December 15th, 2008

I know it’s probably a bit weird to think about your own funeral. In my case, this is doubly so given that I haven’t yet quite accepted the fact that I’m not going to live forever, a la AbFab (“Eddy, you remember how you said you were going to die?” “I might not be now. I’m looking into it.”)

On the other hand, I find it hard to attend someone else’s funeral and not think about whether or not this is the kind of service that I’d want for myself. BJ’s funeral was Saturday, and as religious services go, it was quite nice. I particularly enjoyed that the closing hymn was “We Shall Overcome,” since it sort of encompassed her life’s work quite nicely.

I started blabbing about this the other night in a drunken stupor, and Ray told me I was being morbid, and maybe I am, but it’s a good blog topic. (Especially for Christmastime!) After all, who didn’t have the discussion with their partner or spouse or loved ones during the whole Terry Schiavo affair? For the record: don’t keep me plugged in. And I certainly hope that everyone knows me well enough to know that bringing Jesus into the conversation would just piss me off.

I also made the decision that I want to be cremated after going to a viewing for the husband of a longtime coworker of mine. I’d never met him in life, but I walked into the viewing area, looked in the coffin and thought–God help me–This is the most unnatural thing I’ve ever seen in my life. He looks like a giant block of tofu. I don’t want them to do this to me.

After the service for BJ on Saturday, some of us were reflecting that the nicest moments were when people were telling stories about her. I like that aspect, and I’ve long suspected that I don’t really want a funeral at all. I want a cocktail party.

I don’t believe that, if there is an afterlife, you can’t get in until certain magic rituals and prayers have been said over your body. I just can’t buy that it works that way. Especially for someone like BJ. I do not see her putting up with the celestial passport control officer informing her that, “I’m sorry ma’am, but your visa hasn’t been approved yet. They haven’t said mass for you. Have a seat in the transit lounge. There’s coffee and TVs, but they’re all tuned to the CNN Airport Network.”

I’d much rather that the urn with my ashes be placed next to photos of me (which I will have to personally approve first, naturally), and people have a good time. Tell stories. Does someone really need to recite selected readings from the Bible? Sure. But I’ll pick the passages. And just to keep everyone on their toes, I may toss in a couple from the Qur’an, the Baghavad Gita, and Tales from the City, too. After all, if the passage speaks to one, why not? Isn’t that what’s important? I’d be much happier thinking that people will remember me with fondness and think to themselves, “I kinda want this when I go.” I’d be horrified to think that people will gather, be forced to sit in hard wooden pews, and spend the entire time looking at watches and wondering if there will be booze at the reception afterward.

So there you have it. Like I said, maybe it’s morbid to think about this stuff (Ray did seem a bit horrified), but life is short, and we all know that this is one of those things that no one likes talking about, especially me.

The next post will be all about something completely trivial, I promise!

Road to Enlightenment or American Taliban?

Thursday, July 10th, 2008

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My friend Michael, whose comments appear scattered throughout this blog (so I think it’s safe to use his real name), is a one-man Evangelical Watch. He keeps me up to date on the latest goings-on in the world of American religion, as I prefer to just stay out of it when and where possible. I like to think that he does it so that I don’t have to.

Michael IMed me this morning. “Texas just authorized the teaching of Bible courses in public schools,” he told me.  “We should just go ahead and have Constitution burnings to celebrate … or maybe just institute sharia.”

The push for the Bible course is nothing new — it was approved by the Texas state legislature in their last session, and it’s been sitting on the Attorney General’s desk since then, waiting review for constitutionality.  The AG decided that in and of itself, there’s nothing unconstitutional about it, so long as it’s done correctly.  And therein lies the rub.

My post the other day about my opinions on gravedancing for Jesse Helms sparked a lengthy back-and-forth between me and Michael on IM.  He’s nothing if not passionate, and over the course of the argument I did admit that when I make statements like, “I think it’s inappropriate to dance on Jesse Helms’s grave,” I’m being a bit pollyannish and assuming that everyone has good intentions and means well.

I was, however, surprised by my own laxness about the Bible course.  This could very well have something to do with the fact that I’ve had discussions with people here who want to conduct training for educators who want to teach the course, people who I trust implicitly with these sorts of things.  The next step is that curriculum must be set, standards must be established, and educators must be certified to teach a Bible course, which means that in theory it shouldn’t be taught by anyone who’s memorized the Protestant Bible.

In theory.

On the other hand, I also recognized that Michael had been reading a bit too much about the issue and had worked himself up, something I’ve been known to do when I accidentally stumble across a neo-conversative column decrying the evils of people who live in the part of the world I study, and how all of said evils come from the fact that their religion doesn’t center around Jesus Christ.  (Which fails to explain Jesse Helms or Jerry Falwell, but that’s another story entirely).  First we must lower our blood pressure.  Then we can talk.

I’m curious to see what form this all takes.  Early suggestions are that the Bible course should take the route of teaching the Bible as literature–my preferred method, since it does away with the necessity to establish up front whether the Bible is literal or figurative history (especially for those first few pesky chapters).  Also, in theory, a Bible course should examine things like: there’s more than one version of the Bible: how can that be?

Michael’s concern–which is well warranted–is that in some of the far flung provinces of the state of Texas, where “Christian” means “Baptist” and “non-Christian” means “going to Hell,” the course won’t be taught to meet any sort of educational standards that deny the primacy of Evangelism.  He’s probably not wrong.  On the other hand, such courses are already taught in those places.  I know for a fact that there are a couple of small towns where ancient history is taught “because it’ll be on the test, but remember this is all lies.”

So the stage is set, and the battle will commence right outside my own window (I can see the Texas Education Agency from here … on a clear day, anyway).  I’m going to go start warming up the popcorn.

Happy Birthday to the World…

Monday, October 23rd, 2006

Wikipedia’s “On this day” feature is so much better than a lot of other similar ones out there, because otherwise I never would have realized that today, October 23, is the day that was at one point fixed as the exact anniversary of Creation (Sunday, October 23, 4004 BC, 9 am. Please don’t ask which time zone).

I’ve always been intrigued by the idea of literal interpretations of the Bible, not in the least because there are two different stories of the Creation in the Old Testament (see: Genesis 1 vs. Genesis 2). In addition to all of this, of course, is the fact that the Jews, from whom we (I say “we” as if I’m a practicing Christian, which I’m not this week) acquired the text, don’t consider it to be the literal truth, but rather chock full of divine metaphor that requires careful study and meditation in order to be properly interpreted.

But why let a little fact and logic get in the way of a good witch hunt?

Speaking of which, the always inflappale Andy Towle points us to a fun and exciting story developing in Houston in which a landscaper and his wife decided that they couldn’t work with a gay couple because it violated their religious beliefs. The gay couple was so astonished that they forwarded the turn-down e-mail on to some friends, who forwarded it on to some of their friends, and you see where this is going.

The suffering couple (the landscaper and his wife, not the gay couple — please! This is Houston — you don’t think the press would be sympathetic to the gay couple, do you?) says they feel “privileged to see just what happens when you make the homosexuals and the devil mad.” Allow me to barf quietly in this corner over here if I may. This is, of course, not to say that all of the people making threatening phone calls are in the right, however. The gay community does have a tendency to be its own worst enemy in cases like this.

The most astonishing thing about this article is that I didn’t realize that even El Paso has laws on the books prohibiting discrimination based on sexual orientation. Houston doesn’t. So, while the poor landscaper and his wife suffer from phone calls and e-mails from angry homo-sinuals, according to Houston law, they (the landscaper and his wife) did nothing illegal. Them gay folk, on the other hand … well, it’s no longer illegal to be gay in Texas, but I’m sure there’s someone in the state legislature working on a way to fix that. There always is.

Gotta love Texas. I’m pretty sure that Round Rock (the ‘burb where we live) doesn’t have such a law on the books, either. We’re across the county line from lib-url Austin into deeply Republican Williamson county where all campaign signs have to have as a slogan is something like “A Real Conservative for Office.” I’m waiting for the day there’s a bitch-slap fest up in Georgetown between two candidates duking it out over who’s the more real conservative. It’d be funny if it weren’t so sad.

Anyway. The state gubernatorial elections are coming up, and I’m not sure who to vote for. Kinky Friedman has been a long-time favorite, but, as the Austin Chronicle pointed out last week, Friedman doesn’t really seem to have much of an interest in politics past one or two key issues, and the last time we voted in a governor like that he wound up moving on to the White House (after leaving the state in a hell of a mess — the great improvement in education that GW keeps going on about is that Texas moved up in the education rankings from 49 to 46 among the 50 states).

I don’t care for Carol Keaton Strayhorn, nor the fact that she sued to be listed as “grandma” on the ballot (and lost — the judge pointed out that Richard Friedman has been going by “Kinky” since the 1960s, whereas Strayhorn has been using “Grandma” professionally since … never). I particularly don’t care for the fact that she’s a Bush appointee who became an independent to run against Governor GoodHair … I mean, Perry.

So, I guess by default I’ll wind up voting for the Democrat, who doesn’t have a chance in hell even though the incumbent’s numbers in the polls are under 40%. This is what happens when there’s 3 other candidates running for office.

Anyway. This is a long rambling message to point out that all is weird in the land of Texas, and not in a good way as we start the last week in October. But the cool season has finally started (well, what we consider cool, anyway), and I get to work out of the office today and tomorrow. So that’s something to look forward to, anyway.

I hope YOUR Monday is off to a good start, too.

Such an easy word …

Wednesday, September 27th, 2006

It’s my own fault, really.

I had a hellish day at work. I worked through lunch, and by about 4:00 in the afternoon my brain had just had enough of working overtime, and I found myself dabbling around on my computer at work. This is when I do things that I will eventually regret.

My sin, if we can call it that today, was that I surfed over to a Web site that I shouldn’t have. No, not one of those Web sites (get your mind out of the gutter). I won’t do this particular Web site the privilege of naming it outright, partly because I don’t want anyone who works there to discover the reference on my site and start monitoring what I say here. The people that keep this particular Web site up do that sort of thing.

Let’s just say that it was a neo-conservative Web site that was up and running long before having a neo-com Website was cool among people that think neo-con Websites are cool. It likes to criticize people who work in my field who don’t espouse their particular brand of neo-conservative ideas about what the United States should be doing in the rest of the world. If you’re crafty and have figured out what field I work in, you could probably find it in a few quick strokes over on Google.

Anyway, I read a few articles on this Web site and it had the usual effect on my blood pressure, which made me grateful for once that I’m not the one in my house who has the high blood pressure problem (yet). Because a lot of the columns on this Web site read like the angry rants that they actually are, and they make frequent use of one word in particular.

The word that I am referring to in the title of this post is traitor. It gets thrown around a lot, and as much as I as a liberal would love to sit on my left facing love seat and claim that it’s a word that only neo conservatives use, it’s not. (This is why liberals always lose arguments and debates: we’re willing to admit our own faults, and we’re willing to admit when the other side has a valid point.)

Everyone is a traitor these days. You can’t watch C-SPAN these days without watching the Democrats call the Republicans traitors, and the Republicans call the Democrats traitors, and sometimes the President comes out and uses words that his speech writers have looked up in Microsoft Thesaurus™ that aren’t ‘traitor’ but mean the same thing.

When I was in South Padre over the weekend, staying at the Bates Motel, I caught a glimpse of Fox News – which loves to use the word – in which some conservative pin-up female anchor was going on at length about how Noam Chomsky’s book was at the number one position on Amazon.com because it had been cited by Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez in a speech at the U.N. denouncing the United States.

She was practically in a state of advanced sexual gratification over the number of things she could label as traitorous actions: Chavez, as we all know, is a traitor (never mind that he’s not from the U.S. – he’s still a traitor); the U.N. is a traitor because it doesn’t do whatever the U.S. wants whenever the U.S. wants it done; Chavez actually denounced the U.S. at the U.N., which I think is the Fox News equivalent of calling someone a whore and then actually catching them exchanging sex for money; and we all know that just about everyone hates Noam Chomsky.

The conservatives hate him because he’s liberal. The liberals hate him because he’s a linguist who writes about political science. And college students hate him because his writing is so unbelievably turgid that it requires copious amounts of attention just to get through the dedication passage of any of his books. I’ve never read Chomsky, I’ve just heard the horror stories from students in the Linguistics department.

Anyway, our friend over on Fox News was going on at length about this ‘undeniable proof that left-leaning Americans are rushing out to buy Chomsky’s book in order to support Hugo Chavez.’ Wha-huh? How does that follow? (OK, we’re talking about something that was said on Fox News, but still … ) Why couldn’t it be some of the right-leaning Americans who want to see what the fuss is about? Or burn the book? And who the hell cares what’s on Hugo Chavez’s night stand anyway? (For the record, we don’t have to guess what’s on Mahmoud Ahmedinejad’s night stand: he probably says so in his blog, but I can’t read Persian so I don’t know for sure.)

But the bigger issue here is this: at what point did it become acceptable for us as Americans to start labeling each other based on our own perceptions of what constitutes patriotic behavior? For a country that was supposedly founded on the free exchange of ideas, we have become remarkably intolerant – and I’m talking about both liberals and conservatives here – of people who espouse viewpoints different than our own. I admit it – I do it too. I’ve always been a trend-follower, rather than a trend-setter, but I have also been the kind of person who will call out stuff that I think is phenomenally fucked up. And this, boyses and girlses, is phenomenally fucked up.

What I’m saying here is part of what I deleted from the 9/11 retrospective post that never happened. For me, the legacy of 9/11 is that it marked a turning point: suddenly people didn’t feel the need to be tactful or diplomatic anymore.

Maybe it wasn’t a direct result of 9/11 – maybe it had been going on for a while – but it was after 9/11 that I actually noticed it because I was on the receiving end of quite a bit of it. Think Muslims are evil? Say it out loud! Want to go bitch slap those liberal lefties who want the U.S. out of Iraq? Put it on your bumper! Want the U.S. out of Iraq now? Stand on the Congress Avenue bridge during evening rush hour and make your voice heard! Afraid that multi-cultural education might be secretly recruiting our children for the hordes of Islamics (that’s pronounced “eye-slam-ics”) who are waiting in the shadows to turn this country into the United States of Mecca? Testify before the Texas State Board of Education and make sure that a Bible course gets approved for the high school curriculum. Want to make sure that people like that don’t get taken seriously? Start a blog! Why the hell not?

Have we forgotten how to be nice to each other? Have we forgotten how to be diplomatic? Have we forgotten what the American dream was supposed to be about? Have I had too much to drink tonight and am I writing myself into a corner? Probably.

I don’t have answers to any of this. I wish I could follow the example of Dean over at Aman Yala and command a piano to fall on their heads, but I’m not sure there’s enough pianos to go around – nor am I sure that one wouldn’t be coming for me … Besides, I’ve always been the sort of person who’s better at posing questions than finding answers.

See … just like I said, I’m willing to admit my own flaws. This is why I can’t win arguments. Not even the rhetorical ones I have with myself…

 

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