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How Many Unicorns Is The Pope Hiding?
What is the relationship between imagination and faith?
Are they the same thing?
Are the opposites?
Do they overlap?
Is magic real?
Do unicorns exist?
Could we see them if they did?
Would we kill them with our disbelief?
Why are dragons pretend, and dinosaurs fact?
posted by Headless-in-GR @ 8/29/2006 11:41:00 PM | (2) comments
American Farmer
Ok - can I just rant for a moment?
I just clicked on a link to see some of the Emmy fashions this year. First - no. I never do that. But for reasons which I shall clarify in a later post, I did. But, here's the thing, I was watching these folks dolled up walking the red carpet and they were wearing red and yellow and white and gold and I actually didn't see any women in black - to which some fashion designer who was there on the scene also noted - and then they interviewed this other woman. Her name was...I don't know. Someone famous. I can't actually identify more than say...10 movie stars. Anyway, this famous somebody-or-another said that she had seen all these women dressed in blacks and greys and muted colors (and maybe she did and those folks weren't filmed) and then they asked her what that meant (bizarre in its own right) and she said, "It means America is depressed about the economy and the war." That may not be an exact quote, but it's really close.
Ok, here's my rant. If the people who showed up to walk the red carpet at the Emmy's wore potato sacks - while that would be highly amusing - I seriously doubt that would be reflective of "America". What does the Emmy nominee have to do with the farmer in Iowa? When's the last time the farmer dressed up in a $20,000 dress and pranced down the red carpet? Or the teacher in Texas or the factory worker in Florida?
I could say more, but really, why bother? I guess I was just amazed that there are people who can turn evening gowns into politics.
And now my rant has run out of steam...
posted by Headless-in-GR @ 8/29/2006 12:52:00 PM | (2) comments
Just Pat And Just I
| You Have A Type B+ Personality |
You're a pro at going with the flow You love to kick back and take in everything life has to offer A total joy to be around, people crave your stability. While you're totally laid back, you can have bouts of hyperactivity. Get into a project you love, and you won't stop until it's done You're passionate - just selective about your passions |
posted by Headless-in-GR @ 8/26/2006 08:29:00 PM | (2) comments
Michief Managed
OK Go on Treadmills...So Funny!
posted by Headless-in-GR @ 8/25/2006 05:30:00 PM | (0) comments
Coons And Coppers
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I'm clawing at the skin of my life.
Wild, beady eyes in the dark,
in the park, where the yuppies don't go -
won't go
in the dark
I'm clawing at the skin of my life.
Thrashing about in the cage
in a rage at the steel and the bars
and the cars
in a rage
I'm clawing at the skin of my life.
Like a coon in the trash
seeks remains from the flames
and the games
in the park
in the dark
where the yuppies don't go
with their cars and their bars
in a rage at their cage...
But I'm clawing at the skin of my life.
And like the snake sheds his skin
In a moment I'm born again,
for the ultimate joke
has been played on that bloke -
that serpent -
that symbol of hope.
(c) 2006, Lois Johnson
posted by Headless-in-GR @ 8/23/2006 08:01:00 PM | (2) comments
Magic Beans!
Can you find the man in the beans?
He's a real human man - you don't have to cross your eyes and see in 3-D. He's not made out of shadows and highlights. He's in there - a real man - like someone took a photograph. If you can see him in three seconds or less, good for you. If it takes you about a minute, you're normal. If you can't find him at all, you need more protein and brain exercises for your right brain. (That's what I was told, anyway...)
...
posted by Headless-in-GR @ 8/22/2006 12:48:00 AM | (3) comments
M.A.S.H.
No, no - not Hawkeye and Klinger. The game we played as kids - remember? The little paper square thingy that predicted your future - your car, your husband, the number of kids you would have, and of course - what sort of dwelling place you will live in: Mansion-Apartment-Shack-House?
I want a mansion.
(Not so unusal, I know.)
Now, my faith assures me that I shall have my mansion someday. Jesus has gone to prepare it for me! Yes! It's very exciting! He's up there working on it right now - been workin' on it for two thousand years... And I'm very thankful, I am! Very! Really! I am!
Ok, fine. You can tell I'm trying too hard. Fine. It's just this - just this one little thing. I'm worried about, well, his tastes...
I mean, tell the truth - don't you think "streets of gold" are just a little bit on the gaudy side? Really, darling - what next? A family room furnished with cushy, comfortable jewel bedecked golden thrones? Ruby-crusted toilet seats and rolls of toiletsilk? A welcome mat made of emeralds with "WIPE YER PAWS" spelled out in diamond? Everyone walking room to room in sunglasses? You get what I'm saying...
Anyway, I want a mansion and I want it now. Ethereal mansions in the sky are great - even with Designs by Gaudy Gody - but that clause about mandatory death prior to possession is a killer.
(*gag*)
So I imagine. I dream of the earthly mansion I will build someday - or at least I did.
Before...
Before...
Well...
But oh! It is lovely - and you're all invited! There will be fountains and chandeliers, grand staircases and balconies, libraries and roaring fireplaces, gardens and pools, stables and riding paths, woods and orchards - I could go on and on!
Well, I could. But that was all before...
See, recently something got hold of me, something we might best call "reasonableness" or "moderation" or "common sense" - evil bastards.
I don't need all that! Really! Mansions of grandeur! Please! Be reasonable! Be realistic! What's wrong with a nice little cottage? You could still have your flower garden and your peach tree! Ten acres and one horse! Nice light fixtures! Bookshelves! Who needs a whole room dedicated to books?
And so I began to clean house, so to speak.
Goodbye, Great Room! With your chandeliers and fountains and two-story Christmas tree! And goodbye to Christmas balls and Halloween parties as well! Farewell, Terra-Cotta Bedroom! With your dark-wood-southern-european-styled furniture and red and pink flowers in your window box! And a fond farewell also to your magic that transports us to Florence every evening! Adieu, vast library with your wood floors and stone fireplace and leather chairs! And adieu to the enchantment that lies thick in the air like the smell of a thousand old books!
All I need is a snug little home. Maybe I'll splurge and get a two bedroom... I'll have a cozy little living room and invite friends over to watch videos...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
No. I will not.
I will not give up my Great Room - even if it remains only in my head! And I will NOT be satisfied with videos!
That's just what's wrong with us today! No balls! No masquerades! No cathedrals! No glitter! No banquets! No waltzes! NO MAGIC!
Just videos and popcorn.
O God of Golden Streets - save us!
We've become too humble to be awed,
And too proud to be gaudy.
I've got a mansion, just over the hilltop,
In that bright land where, we'll never grow old.
And someday yonder, we'll never more wander,
But walk the streets of the purest gold!
posted by Headless-in-GR @ 8/21/2006 11:14:00 AM | (1) comments
The Romance Of Orthodoxy
That a good man may have his back to the wall is no more than we knew already; but that God could have his back to the wall is a boast for all insurgents forever. Christianity is the only religion on earth that has felt that omnipotence made God incomplete. Christianity alone has felt that God, to be wholly God, must have been a rebel as well as a king. Alone of all creeds, Christianity has added courage to the virtues of the Creator. For the only courage worth calling courage must necessarily mean that the soul passes a breaking point--and does not break.
In this indeed I approach a matter more dark and awful than it is easy to discuss;and I apologise in advance if any of my phrases fall wrong or seem irreverent touching a matter which the greatest saints and thinkers have justly feared to approach. But in that terrific tale of the Passion there is a distinct emotional suggestion that the author of all things (in some unthinkable way) went not only through agony, but through doubt. It is written, "Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God." No; but the Lord thy God may tempt Himself; and it seems as if this was what happened in Gethsemane. In a garden Satan tempted man: and in a garden God tempted God. He passed in some superhuman manner through our human horror of pessimism. When the world shook and the sun was wiped out of heaven,it was not at the crucifixion, but at the cry from the cross: the cry which confessed that God was forsaken of God.
And now let the revolutionists choose a creed from all the creeds and a god from all the gods of the world, carefully weighing all the gods of inevitable recurrence and of unalterable power. They will not find another god who has himself been in revolt. Nay, (the matter grows too difficult for human speech,) but let the atheists themselves choose a god. They will find only one divinity who ever uttered their isolation; only one religion in which God seemed for an instant to be an atheist.
~G.K. Chesterton
Orthodoxy, Chapter: The Romance of Orthodoxy
posted by Headless-in-GR @ 8/18/2006 06:30:00 PM | (0) comments
Of Coffee And Bears
"Grin and Bear It!"
I remember the first time I saw that slogan. It was in a classroom at P.E. Wallace Jr. High, in Mt. Pleasant, Texas. It was the first day of my sixth grade year - when all the classrooms were full of that "new school supplies" smell. (Incidentally, I know they make "New Car" deodorants - does anyone know if the make "New School Supplies" deodorants? I think I would probably buy some.) Anyway, there was a cute little bear in a pink tu-tu, grinning and apparently "bearing" it - whatever "it" was.
In my innocent little sixth-grader way, I hated that sign.
I remember telling my mom about it - and trying to tell her why I didn't like it. I don't think I did a very good job explaining myself. What I should have said was, "Help Mom! They're about to compromise my education in order to induct me into a consumeristic complacency so that I will be trained to be a good American with credit card debt and a new washing-machine, but no hope whatsoever of escaping the rat-race!" Oh, if only I knew then what I know now...
Anyway.
Today I went to Starbucks (Consumeristic Complacency?). Starbucks has been doing this fun little promotion with their cups - they take writing submissions and the winners are printed up on the back of your Caramel Machiatto's container. Thus, you can attain that sophisticated air by drinking coffee and contemplating something deep and philosophical - even if it's only the back of a paper cup.
Anyway, my cup told me today that "the good life" could be attained through compromise. "A little bit passion and a little bit of reserve, a little bit of hedonism and a little bit of holiness..." and so on. I don't remember all of them - and I've since thrown it away.
Once again, I register my complaint. I don't want to grin and bear it. And I don't want "the good life" if the good life is nothing more than "surly contentment", as Chesterton called it. If something is wrong, then by God! Let us be angry! And if something is right, by God all the more, let us party!
There is a principle at work that must be fished out if we are to throw off the horrible restraints of the "good life" and this is it: Loyalty. Again, Chesterton talks of a run-down neighborhood in his time and says that if we have no loyalty to it, then we will walk away from it and leave it as it is. But if we have loyalty to it, we will tear it down with our own hands, only to build it back as the New Jerusalem.
Yes, Mr. Chesterton, but oh, but what a thin razor edge is loyalty - for a slip to either side is destructive. To the right, we will defend the indefensible - a "loyalty" that destroys itself. To the left, we will secretly find pleasure in exposing every flaw - a loyalty that is no loyalty at all.
So this post goes out to JustPat, who was loyal to a run-down, rat-infested three-story and has torn the thing apart with her hands, just to build it back with the glory of a Jane Austin novel.
And to the PickleO's, who were loyal to a church, and ready to tear it down to the ground with their own hands just to build it back with the hope that it would have a shadow of the glory of the Temple.
And let us now just note that it is easier to be loyally destructive to houses than to people.
May our loyalty be ever wise, but never compromise.
posted by Headless-in-GR @ 8/02/2006 11:16:00 AM | (2) comments
If I Arm-Wrestled Spooky-Rach...
She'd beat me after 5 hours of stalemate - and only by a hair.
Damn.
| Your Power Level is: 72% |
 You're a very powerful person, and you know that all of your power comes from within. Keep on doing what you're doing, and you'll reach your goals. |
posted by Headless-in-GR @ 8/01/2006 10:20:00 PM | (0) comments
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