Tuesday, February 28, 2006

make your own jokes.

The Supreme Court today will hear the case of Anna Nicole Marshall, nee Smith, who if you'll recall overcame her trailer-park stripper-pole roots and shot to fame as aPlayboy Playmate of the Year and Guess? girl. Then came the marriage to the 108-year-old oil tycoon, the widely-publicized widowhood, the bloat, the E! show, and the inevitable post-cancellation diet product sponsorship deal.

I am DYING to hear oral argument. (...and typing that just made me snicker, because i am twelve.) Sadly, i don't know anything about the case, but apparently it has to do with federal v. state jurisdiction. I don't see why a federal court would have jurisdiction over a will contest, but what do i know. The Post says the federal courts got involved when she filed for bankruptcy, which is exclusively federal, but i still don't get how that action translates into their taking over jurisdiction on whether the tycoon's son falsified his will to cut her out of it.

Poor Anna Nicole. Although i'm sure she'll be so doped up she won't have the faintest clue what's going on in the courtroom. I would pay good money, however, to watch her make googley eyes at Scalia.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

stick stuck

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

blah.

I seem to have nothing cohesive to say today. Meanwhile, my dream of posting every day is far from coming true; i haven't even managed to pay my bills tonight, having gotten sucked in to the Idol juggernaut. I can't resist. It's my cocaine.

Taylor Hicks is my very own personal precious grey-headed American Idol. He just sang "Levon" on my tv, and i adore his voice, love it, but goddamn, please can we put him behind a desk or strap him to a gurney when he performs? Because he ... wiggles ... when he sings, and it makes me uncomfortable. Like those Jello commercials do, but because i love Taytay i have to keep watching, and it's really stressful to hear that voice coming out of that body.

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I just finished, for the second time, A Short History of a Small Place, by T.R. Pearson. He apparently wrote it at NC State (i'm not sure if as a student or prof), and while i always appreciate a North Carolina voice, the second reading didn't really hold up to my expectations/memories of the first. His voice is really funny and consistent, but the schtick gets a little old after a while. And insanely long chapters are a pet peeve of mine; his are super extra long, and the breaks don't always come at the most intuitive places. So, i would recommend it if you've got a long attention span or some patience to indulge his stylistic meandering all the hell around a point before arriving where he was headed. At least the trip is entertaining; there were several spots where i laughed out loud. Also, interestingly, it holds up rather well to being read out loud; Will likes to be read to, and the several times i read from this book it was pretty funny, and if you can hold your breath long enough to keep pace with his phrasing, it'll crack your shit up more often than not.

I'm still slogging my damn way through The Tulip: The Story of a Flower that Has Made Men Mad, by Anna Pavord. And i know she was the Gardening Coordinator for the Observer and has some sort of godlike status among the gardening elite in the UK, but good goddamn, woman, learn the semicolon. Seriously, the book is so poorly punctuated, i cannot focus on the content. I've gained no knowledge about the tulip because Pavord. Cannot. Write. The back of the book lists reviews like "stunning" and "ravishing" and ... no. Just no. Her writing style is so off-putting, i'm having to force myself to read it in tenths. Which is 26 pages at a shot. (The fact that i've done the math at all says a lot about the quality, actually.) And sometimes then i can't make it all the way through. Do not attempt to read this book unless you really, seriously do not have a care in the world for the proper construction of the English language, either British or American. Because you will not find it here. Grr i say!!

Next on my list, as a reward for the goddamn tulips, are both An Unexpected Light and Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, which i have been dying to read ever since Salon came all over it when it was released. It's got footnotes! And it's a historical novel -- if, you know, England had magic. Awesome!! Of course, i have to finish the grammar book too (Eats, Shoots, and Leaves), but that is a) entertaining enough and b) a quick read, so hopefully soon i'll get to the good stuff.

Monday, February 20, 2006

sticks and stones and the Baby Jesus.

Will and i watched "30 Days" the other night while he was here -- that show by the dude who did "Supersize Me" and now goes around changing opinions and outlooks in one month or less -- and the episode we saw featured a grain-fed Michigan Army boy spending a month in the Castro, San Francisco, which is apparently The Gayest Place in Gaytown. Literally. GFMAB gets a Big Gay Roommate, a Big Gay Job, and pays several visits to MCC, the Big Gay Church.

First, i have to say i was really disappointed in the MCC's pastor's response to GFMAB's charge that homosexuality is a sin. Essentially, her grand retort was "you're hurting my feelings!" She said it was hurtful for him to suggest that in order to be godly and ... sin less, i guess, she'd have to break up her 13-year partnership and abandon her children. GFMAB responded essentially by saying, well, we're all sinners. And he has a point.

And allow me to point out that in no possible sense do i think being gay = sin. I seem to remember reading that the anti-gay verses in the Bible only read that way in certain translations. And i certainly agree that even if the text unassailably reads as a condemnation of homosexuality, absolutely no one on the planet lives by the Bible's precepts without some vetting, no matter how unacknowledged or unconscious. I mean, who kills their children for disobeying? And calls it Christian?

But anyway. My problem with the minister's reponse was that she didn't choose to address GFMAB's substantive claims. Which was a shame, because he seemed to be fairly open to learning and accepting different interpretations of Biblical teachings -- provided they were well-explained and backed-up, which they just weren't, here. Part of that may have been (and i'm sure was) the fault of the editing, because who knows what they discussed when they weren't on camera or that didn't get aired. But i think the minister really missed out on the chance to make a difference in his belief system by not offering more convincing and logical arguments.

At one point she did ask him to consider for a minute what would happen if the Bible told him sex with women was sinful -- would he be able to turn it off and be attracted only to men? He said, totally not. And ... she let his response lie there and just looked at him, like, you see? No follow-up on exploring what that means about whether same-sex attraction is a choice (which GFMAB seemed to believe it is) or an innate (which is undoubtedly the truth). And as irrational as i am, even i found that technique unconvincing. She had an excellent chance to explore with him then what it means for God to have created a substantial portion of humans with an immutable characteristic that the Bible "defines" (found it!) as "sinful." And ... nothing.

Anyway. That whole episode got me to thinking about what i (would, theoretically) look for in a church. In theory i think the MCC is awesome, because it not only manages to be inclusive of diverse lifestyles, it makes a point of equating Christianity with such inclusiveness. And a large part of why i've never been able, as an adult, to get behind Christianity is honestly that so many Christians use the church and the Bible to exclude people and populations they personally find distasteful. (Witness www. godhatesfags.com.) As trite and overprocessed as it sounds, the bumper stickers that say "Jesus, protect me from your followers" sort of sum it up.

Which makes churches like the MCC and the Unitarians really palatable to me, because part of their mission and foundation is inclusivity and emphasizing caring and love over criticizing other people's behavior (Fred Phelps, i'm looking at you). In college -- well, at TIP -- i used to take kids to the Unitarian church in Durham every week in summer, and on a certain level i really connected to the message, but then again, those services echoed the problem i had with the MCC preacher on "30 Days": They can't get past the meta of the message. They're doing such good things -- donations to charity, literacy classes, outreach to the homeless -- but they can't stop talking about how charitable and loving and inclusive and awesome they are.

I'm not trying to say that churches like the Unitarians aren't awesome, because god knows they do plenty of wonderful things. My problem, i guess, is that what i'm looking for in a church service isn't so much a discussion of the benefits of loving thy neighbor but something more ... spiritual. I mean, if i want to love my neighbor i'll buy the guy on the M street bridge a cup of coffee; i go to church (or ... would) to work on connecting with God, or The Great Whatever. I choose a church in part because of its underlying philosophy, and those communities pretty much exactly mirror what i think churches should model. (And it goes without saying that i think Westboro makes the Baby Jesus cry.) But... that's just a given for me: of course God loves The Gays; that's not what i want to hear from the pulpit. Tell me how to get in touch with God, because that's what i need help finding.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

you know what else sucks?

...the word "twelfth." it's damn hard to spell. witness the incarnations i went through just now before giving up and letting wordperfect take over:

twelth
twelvth
twevlth
twelvfth
12th

sigh.

Monday, February 13, 2006

valentine's who?

okay y'all:

http://yearwithoutlight.net/log/?p=524

PILLOW FIGHT CLUB!!

first rule of pillow fight club: tell everyone about pillow fight club.

second rule of pillow fight club: come to dupont tomorrow at six pm.

woohoo!!