SHIT IS REAL!
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Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Real Church
I watched "Jesus Camp" for the second time the other day, and in it there's this little girl who talks about how some people go to "dead churches", as in churches that God doesn't visit because the people's hearts aren't in the right place. (It's in this section, 4:05.)
But I think... I think they're ALL dead churches. Opal Whitely at 5 years old wrote in her journal, "To me all God's out-of-doors is one grand cathedral." I think she's right. You have to find church. Good places to look include under fir trees and near creek beds.
What made me think of dead churches and Opal Whitely's real churches was reading some Ralph Waldo Emmerson. When he was young he began as a minister, but then he left it writing in his journal, "I have sometimes thought that, in order to be a good minister, it was necessary to leave the ministry. The profession is antiquated. In an altered age, we worship in the dead forms of our forefathers." I think he is right too.
I love Opal Whitely by the way. Her writing is absolutely the most heart warming stuff. Here's an excerpt I found online:
By and by, I came to a log. It was a nice little log. It was as long as three pigs as long as Peter Paul Rubens. [Peter Paul Rubens is the name of her pet pig] I climbed upon it. I so did to look more looks about. The wind did blow in a real quick way -- he made music all around. I danced on the log. It is so much a big amount of joy to dance on a log when the wind does play the harps in the forest. Then do I dance on tiptoe. I wave greetings to the plant-bush folks that do dance all about. Today a grand pine tree did wave its arms to me, and the bush branches patted my cheek in a friendly way. The wind again did blow back my curls -- they clasped the fingers of the bush-people most near. I did turn around to untangle them. It is most difficult to dance on tiptoe on a log when one's curls are in a tangle with the branches of a friendly bush that grew near unto the log, and does make bows to one while the wind doth blow. When I did turn to untangle my curls, I saw a silken cradle in a hazel branch. I have thinks that the wind did just tangle my curls so I would have seeing of that cradle. It was cream, with a hazel leaf halfway round it. I put it to my ear, and I did listen. It had a little voice. It was not a tone voice; it was a heart voice. While I did listen, I did feel its feels. It had lovely ones. And then I did hurry away in the way that does lead to the house of the girl that has no seeing. I went that way so she too might know its feels, and hear its heart voice. She does so like to feel things as she has seeing by feels.
Oh and speaking of incredible journals, I just bought a book of excerpts from Edward Abbey's journal called Confessions of a Barbarian. Good Gracious! It was $7, which is far more than I like to spend at Half Price Books for a single book, but it's sooooooooooooo good! It's like riveting and gut-wrenchingly personal, witty and eloquent in this uncouth way. :D I'm in love with him. I mean if he wasn't so terrible with women (and 20 years dead) I would write love letters to his uncivilized ass.
But I think... I think they're ALL dead churches. Opal Whitely at 5 years old wrote in her journal, "To me all God's out-of-doors is one grand cathedral." I think she's right. You have to find church. Good places to look include under fir trees and near creek beds.
What made me think of dead churches and Opal Whitely's real churches was reading some Ralph Waldo Emmerson. When he was young he began as a minister, but then he left it writing in his journal, "I have sometimes thought that, in order to be a good minister, it was necessary to leave the ministry. The profession is antiquated. In an altered age, we worship in the dead forms of our forefathers." I think he is right too.
I love Opal Whitely by the way. Her writing is absolutely the most heart warming stuff. Here's an excerpt I found online:
By and by, I came to a log. It was a nice little log. It was as long as three pigs as long as Peter Paul Rubens. [Peter Paul Rubens is the name of her pet pig] I climbed upon it. I so did to look more looks about. The wind did blow in a real quick way -- he made music all around. I danced on the log. It is so much a big amount of joy to dance on a log when the wind does play the harps in the forest. Then do I dance on tiptoe. I wave greetings to the plant-bush folks that do dance all about. Today a grand pine tree did wave its arms to me, and the bush branches patted my cheek in a friendly way. The wind again did blow back my curls -- they clasped the fingers of the bush-people most near. I did turn around to untangle them. It is most difficult to dance on tiptoe on a log when one's curls are in a tangle with the branches of a friendly bush that grew near unto the log, and does make bows to one while the wind doth blow. When I did turn to untangle my curls, I saw a silken cradle in a hazel branch. I have thinks that the wind did just tangle my curls so I would have seeing of that cradle. It was cream, with a hazel leaf halfway round it. I put it to my ear, and I did listen. It had a little voice. It was not a tone voice; it was a heart voice. While I did listen, I did feel its feels. It had lovely ones. And then I did hurry away in the way that does lead to the house of the girl that has no seeing. I went that way so she too might know its feels, and hear its heart voice. She does so like to feel things as she has seeing by feels.
Oh and speaking of incredible journals, I just bought a book of excerpts from Edward Abbey's journal called Confessions of a Barbarian. Good Gracious! It was $7, which is far more than I like to spend at Half Price Books for a single book, but it's sooooooooooooo good! It's like riveting and gut-wrenchingly personal, witty and eloquent in this uncouth way. :D I'm in love with him. I mean if he wasn't so terrible with women (and 20 years dead) I would write love letters to his uncivilized ass.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Living With Ian is Still Completely Amazing
I went to the Austin Women's Clothing Swap last weekend. So incredible. With the live music and the sorting efforts I was a part of and the buzzing energy of all those women, I was overcome with my how much I love my gender and others of my gender. We are so capable. I wish I had given more to the cause now.
Man I want dreads so freaking bad.
Man I want dreads so freaking bad.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
"Steal Something From Work Day" is retarded
This makes me angry:
http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/group.php?gid=266656408191&ref=mf
I hate anti-capitalist anarchists. What makes me angry is how they handle their anger towards the large overhead and occasional corruption of corporations, which, noted, is often well placed. If these anti-establishment anarchists don't like working for the man or feel like someone's flying a private jet at their expense, work for someone else!!! Like a small business, or better yet start a worker's cooperative with no overhead, or better still, you could drop out of the system and just start urban homesteading. This problem has many solutions, and you don't have to bring down capitalism or steal from good businesses to improve your situation. Capitalism is well loved by many, not just capitalists, and for those who hate it, capitalism helps those people more than they realize. Capitalism benefits the consumer more than any other system, which most Americans are.
http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/group.php?gid=266656408191&ref=mf
I hate anti-capitalist anarchists. What makes me angry is how they handle their anger towards the large overhead and occasional corruption of corporations, which, noted, is often well placed. If these anti-establishment anarchists don't like working for the man or feel like someone's flying a private jet at their expense, work for someone else!!! Like a small business, or better yet start a worker's cooperative with no overhead, or better still, you could drop out of the system and just start urban homesteading. This problem has many solutions, and you don't have to bring down capitalism or steal from good businesses to improve your situation. Capitalism is well loved by many, not just capitalists, and for those who hate it, capitalism helps those people more than they realize. Capitalism benefits the consumer more than any other system, which most Americans are.
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