Archive for December, 2011

Actions and character

At risk of being a total white girl on Facebook, here’s a pic to say goodbye to this flag football season:

New cleats, already filthy

It was a tough road for us this year but it was good time. And, personally, I learned a lot more about the game and discovered I’m not a bad defensive player. Hopefully we’ll field a team again next year and maybe we can start fleshing out some of our personnel issues. And that’s where I’ll stop.

So, I sound like a sexy mama with the raspy voice gained from coughing a lung up for about three days with a nasty cold. It’s pretty well gone now but the rasp remains. So, if you happen to call and think you’ve reached like a sex chat line or something you haven’t. But I could use a little bank account bump for Christmas so I’d be willing to work something out maybe…

So, some things. I cannot wait until I’ve a bit of a cushion to start having some fun again. I mean, sometimes it keeps me awake at night. I hear about all of these amazing things people are doing — the NYC ballet, trips to Turkey and/or Nepal, hell, just skiing in Colorado — and I’m thrilled and excited by the prospect. But it all has to wait for me. Sometimes I feel like George Bailey in It’s a Wonderful Life. So I’ll try to content myself with exploring a little closer to home for now. And be happy for my friends. That’s pretty cool, too.

Speaking of, one of my friends spent some time in Edinburgh recently and shared some Scotch she bought there with a few folks at a Holiday Potluck she threw Sunday. I got to sample a little (thanks for the share Bay) and holy God it was delicious. I mean, I’ve never actually had a drink of liquor that went down like water. Dangerous, wonderful stuff.

This is a good thing right here. Wish I’d thought of it…

I’m torn about his on-the-field evangelizing — although I really like what Aaron Rodgers had to say about some of this stuff. I like this Rodgers kid more and more every day — but I agree with this. There’s not enough of the “screw it, I’m choosing to expect the good” attitude floating around so, more power to you Timmy. Also, it seems to be working, doesn’t it…

The land-family woke me up with this song this morning. I felt like I was back home for about three minutes. So much better than the Rave-o-lution.

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Hiya kids! Mama doesn’t feel so hot today. People have been trying to give me their colds all week. I keep telling them that I want something else for Christmas but they’re just so generous. So, while my swallowing becomes increasingly difficult, I can only offer the Peter Gabriel playlist I come back to about once a year. Games Without Frontiers is of a rare quality: a good, catchy song with a brilliant and biting lyrical undertone about what silly children we all really are. And how dangerous that is.

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Okay then, it was a rather disappointing weekend for football pretty much all the way around so I won’t go into it. Suffice to say that I’ve never before been made fun of for trying to remain optimistic. I told my pops about that — I mean I literally got into a weird one-sided fight with a good friend of mine over the UGA game and was so confused by what was happening I think I just went into shock and tried to wait it out — and pops said, “Some people just don’t get it kid. They had a 10 game winning streak. That’s something to feel good about. They’re likely to be even better next year. Also something to feel good about.” And I think where I come down on it is I much prefer to FEEL GOOD about something than wallow in the rage of losing to the BEST DEFENSE in the EFFING COUNTRY. But whatever. I guess we have the Outback Bowl against Michigan State on Jan. 2 and that should be a fair matchup. Maybe I’m just getting a bit more philosophical as I get older but being pissed off just doesn’t appeal to me at all.

Which brings me to that whole atheism thing I’ve been wanting to write a little about since I had a conversation with my brother John about the topic over Thanksgiving. Now, some background: my siblings and I were raised Catholic. Most of us — myself included — have remained Catholic. But my brother John — who also happens to be a very good friend and adviser to me. He’s always protected me and kept things real. Many people don’t have anyone in their life who will do that for them. I got lucky. — went a more Protestant, non-denominational Christian route. We were talking about atheism because I brought it up — there’s a lot more of the militant strain here in DC than there is down South. And John had a really interesting thing to say on the subject. Primarily, he noted, when you’re a humanist and your ultimate and most deeply held belief is in your own abilities etc, you are faced constantly with the fallibility of the thing you respect, believe in, admire, love the most. “How many times a day do you screw up or question yourself?” he asked. And that’s the human condition. So, he reasoned, the common thread in many atheists to prove that they have it all figured out — that they are the intellectual kings of the castle that know that your antiquated system of belief is silly at best, morally retarded at worst — is because they must compensate for the constant wrestling with just how much they question themselves. Very likely more than people of faith. Now, I realize this argument is one easily used toward the whole “opiate of the masses” argument. Maybe so. I used to think deluding oneself was a bad thing…but now, well, see the above paragraph about feeling good.

Further, John told me of a gentlemen at his work place who took it upon himself to tell my brother that he was “lying to his kids” by taking them to church. John has only just started this new job so this guy felt justified saying this to someone he barely knows. “So I get to deal with that f*cker every day,” my brother said. And that’s the second part of this that we hashed out. Inherent in the Judeo-Christian ethic is the idea of free will. You can choose. And yes, I know there are some believers who would give you their testimony or try to save your soul. But most really don’t care. They want to be left alone to believe and are more than willing to leave you alone to disbelieve. And so the proselytizing atheist is just as annoying as the Jehovah’s Witness who shows up on your doorstep and attempts to tell you how wrong you are about what you think. You are no different with your dogma, militant atheist. It’s always funny that you employ the tactic you claim disgusts you. I guess all I’m saying is: go somewhere else with the in-your-face “you shouldn’t believe!” I — and most Christians — really don’t care. You are not shocking to us. You do not worry us. We do not hate you or wish you ill. And we certainly prefer not to be the object of your rage. Most are more than willing to hear a fair, reasonably offered point of view on the matter. But the expectation is tolerance. And that’s something you do believe in, right?

Anyway, carrying on in a similar vein, here’s proof that we do have senses of humor. A friend made this up to accompany the link to the Jesus Toaster (which I think is absolutely hilarious and I want to buy one for someone for Christmas but I’m not sure who should get it…). This is his food-inspired version of most of the Lord’s Prayer. It’s exceedingly clever and I just wanted to share it. Because Jesus freaks have senses of humor, too.

Give us this day our daily bread,
and give us your molasses
have brie, olive oils, bleu, and sauce dispensed just,
and knead us knots anew for bacon!
Cut a sliver with gristle,
it’s Zen!

Jesus Toaster

Finally, the concert Friday at Catholic U. was lovely and they played one of my favorite Christmas Carols. Here’s a nice version by Sufjan Stevens.

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Like a certifiable genius, I left my computer charger at home so I am about to flame out here. But, let me get something up before I have to go home and be the stud I am.

First, UGA plays LSU tomorrow in the SEC Championship Game. The regulars will be at Penn Quarter (except for those who took a weirdly planned trip to NYC. You know who you are. There will be a reckoning.) Come down and hang with us. Hopefully it’s at least a good, tight game. There’s also this, which just cracked me up.

Second, when I have the means to travel again, I might make a go of this. Because it seems kind of fun.

Dear God in Heaven, no.

Alexander’s long lost twin Faulkner.

Still following this. Still laughing.

Going here tonight. Atheism post coming soon…Maybe this will help inform it.

Friday music. I always picture Elisabeth Shue dancing around her bedroom. And if you get the reference you saw Vincent D’onofrio’s first movie.

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