fuck no.

Mar. 14th, 2009 11:44 pm
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oh my god:

The Xhosa tribes gave the [South African Cape Hope] colony few problems after the war. This was due, in large measure, to an extraordinary delusion which arose among the Xhosa in 1856, and led in 1857 to the death of some 50,000 people. This incident is one of the most remarkable instances of misplaced faith recorded in history. The Xhosa had not accepted their defeat in 1853 as decisive and were preparing to renew their struggle with the Europeans.

In 1854, a disease spread through the cattle of the Xhosa. It was believed to have spread from cattle owned by the Settlers. Widespread cattle deaths resulted, and the Xhosa believed that the deaths were caused by ubuthi, or witchcraft. In April, 1856 two girls, one being Nongqawuse, went to scare birds out of the fields. When she returned, she told her uncle Mhlakaza that she had met three spirits at the bushes, and that they had told her that all cattle should be slaughtered, and their crops destroyed. On the day following the destruction, the dead Xhosa would return and help expel the whites. The ancestors would bring cattle with them to replace those that had been killed. Mhlakaza believed the prophecy, and repeated it to the chief Sarhili.

Sarhili ordered the commands of the spirits to be obeyed. At first, the Xhosa were ordered to destroy their fat cattle. Nongqawuse, standing in the river where the spirits had first appeared, heard unearthly noises, interpreted by her uncle as orders to kill more and more cattle. At length, the spirits commanded that not an animal of all their herds was to remain alive, and every grain of corn was to be destroyed. If that were done, on a given date, myriads of cattle more beautiful than those destroyed would issue from the earth, while great fields of corn, ripe and ready for harvest, would instantly appear. The dead would rise, trouble and sickness vanish, and youth and beauty come to all alike. Unbelievers and the hated white man would on that day perish.

The people heard and obeyed. Sarhili is believed by many people to have been the instigator of the prophecies. Certainly some of the principal chiefs believed that they were acting simply in preparation for a last struggle with the Europeans, their plan being to throw the whole Xhosa nation fully armed and famished upon the colony. Belief in the prophecy was bolstered by the death of Lieutenant-General Cathcart in the Crimean War in 1854.

There were those who neither believed the predictions nor looked for success in war, but destroyed their last particle of food in unquestioning obedience to their chief’s command. Either in faith that reached the sublime, or in obedience equally great, vast numbers of the people acted. Great kraals were also prepared for the promised cattle, and huge skin sacks to hold the milk that was soon to be more plentiful than water. At length the day dawned which, according to the prophecies, was to usher in the terrestrial paradise. The sun rose and sank, but the expected miracle did not come to pass. The chiefs who had planned to hurl the famished warriors upon the colony had committed an incredible blunder in neglecting to call the nation together under pretext of witnessing the resurrection. They realised their error too late, and attempted to fix the situation by changing the resurrection to another day, but blank despair had taken the place of hope and faith, and it was only as starving supplicants that the Xhosa sought the British.

Sir George Grey, governor of the Cape at the time ordered the European settlers not to help the Xhosa unless they entered labour contracts with the settlers who owned land in the area. In their extreme famine, many of the Xhosa turned to cannibalism, and one instance of parents eating their own child is authenticated. Among the survivors was the girl Nongqawuse; however, her uncle perished. The depopulated country was afterwards peopled by European settlers.

Historians now view this movement as a millennialist response both directly to a lung disease spreading among Xhosa cattle at the time, and less directly to the stress to Xhosa society caused by the continuing loss of their territory and autonomy.

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In the aftermath of the crisis, the population of British Kaffraria dropped from 105,000 to less than 27,000 due to the resulting famine.

Both Chief Sarhili and Sir George Grey, governor of the Cape at the time, have been accused of engineering the crisis through Nongqawuse. Those who blame Sarhili claim he intended to manipulate the famine-struck into attacking the British settlers. Grey's accusers – most Xhosa people today – believe he used Nongqawuse to deliberately weaken the Xhosa people - Grey had open disdain for the Xhosa, and for Nongqawuse in particular, referring to her as "the laughable Xhosa girl."

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For anyone who doesn't know what Big Love is, it's a show about a successful Mormon pillar of the community, Bill, his legal first wife Barb, and his illegal second and third wives, Nicki and Margene (and their collective eight children) set in contemporary Utah.  As we all know, mainstream Mormons do not condone polygamy, so the Hendricksons live in three houses that open up on the same backyard but no one knows they're "all" married.  This is a secret it is very important they keep.  It is a secret they share with the much scarier, much larger, and much more illegal compound run by Nicki's father.  And as for the plot...


So that's the show.  I really like it.  I think it's extremely clever and well-written.  But you know me and small towns, religion, family relationships, and "politicking".  That's just me all over. 

Anyway, Stanley Fish is writing about it for some reason, so I read his column (mostly for the updates about season 3, because I don't have access to HBO anymore... cry) and then I read the comments below.  Here's a sampling:

Oh, Stanley, your patriarchy is showing. “Big Love” is the cliche man-as-the-center-of-the universe social construct. I’m big on family, and most of my writing (plays, other) is about family, and maybe if this tv series were about Big Mama with her stable of servile male sex partners and her progeny with her last name, I might enjoy it. But since woman-in-charge is only man-in-charge in drag, I doubt it. Good night, Stanley, and go read “The Feminine Mystique.”

I find nothing at all to love about “Big Love.” It is weird, unrealistic and decidedly misogynistic. Not until the “sister-wives” stop acting like Stepford wives and get themselves some “brother-husbands” will this show hold any interest for me. totally unrealistic and decidely misogynist.

I also watch Big Love, but I find it disturbing as it tries to make me comfortable with polygamy.

Big Love sends the message that men can treat women like a smorgassbord and expect their undying love and loyalty, and it tells women to expect a fractional return at best on the love they give in marriage.

But there is still something distasteful about the show because of the way it portrays the women who live vicariously. My own view is that polygamy would only be acceptable if I didn’t love my husband, and was actually repelled by him. This show just seems completely psychologically unrealistic.

In my opinion, “Big Love” is the Morman version of “The Color Purple” with patriarchal domination and chiild sexual abuse so rationalized it’s unremarkable. These characters are only likeable because their self-delusion is almost total. The women don’t know what it’s like to have a mental fredom to choose... Yes, there are many different kinds of families and marriages, but let’s hope that this series doesn’t make polygamy more popular, socially acceptable, or legal.

I don’t enjoy watching women compete endlessly, and miserably, for a man’s attention, their ‘turn’ with him the high point of their existence, especially when the man is as bland and paternalistic as Bill. I kept waiting for a scene where one of them packed a suitcase and slipped away in the night–if just for a break and some privacy. The fact is that this show portrays a lifestyle that, at least according to girls who have a been subjected to it and run away, relies on oppression, not love, to exist.

I watched an episode in horror. I wanted to shake all of those women and tell them to snap out of it!
Now, marrying several men…

Now, Stanley Fish's odd comparison to The Waltons aside - never watched The Waltons and I don't think that Big Love is sentimental at all, though I agree that the characters are likable (likability to me =/= sentimental, something that people all over the column seem to not be getting) - are you joking?  Of all the television shows I have watched (and they are many), Big Love is like the last show I would classify as "misogynistic".  Yes, it depicts a patriarchal situation.  News flash: they're Mormon.  They're fundamentalist Mormon.  Probably some of the most overtly patriarchal people in the U.S.  So of course that's how they live.  Brother-husbands?  Servile male sex partners?  Slipping away for the night?  You're talking about a different religion, one that I have never heard of (check out Xena: Warrior Princess?  Maybe?  No wait, they're Amazons). 

So yeah.  They're living in a patriarchal society.  But they all still behave in very human ways.  Barb and Nicki and Margene are all fully developed characters, as is Bill, for that matter (the psychologically unrealistic angle is so self-obsessed I don't want to go into it).  The fact I enjoy the show does not mean I want to participate in polygamy.  In fact, anybody that thinks this show glorifies polygamy has severe problems with their critical thinking faculties.  It actually depicts polygamy as having serious fucking issues, but it doesn't clobber you with a moral hammer, it just shows, okay, here's a family that's polygamous.  This is what could happen, given that these people are real human beings and not allegorical symbols of Certain Values.  Very God starts the world running and just lets it go style of storytelling, not God is hanging over you with a thunderbolt or God is directing your every move to make an example out of you.  It's a very, very difficult style of storytelling, but I admire the hell out of people who can do it. 

Actually, Big Love doesn't glorify anything (where Stanley Fish is wrong) - and I wish people would stop trying to find moral compasses in fucking television shows!  I'm looking at you, fucking Oscar Committee.  So you find polygamy creepy?  You don't like that Nicki is being pressured to have more children?  News flash: that's allowed.  You're allowed to not like what the characters do.  That may mean you dislike the characters for a while (hell, I certainly go through those phases with BSG, which is why I have a love/hate relationship with pretty much everybody except Sharon, Helo, Baltar, and Six, who I love unconditionally - whoa, just now realized I have a thing for Cylon woman/human man couples), but so what?  Are you watching the show as a replacement for your Sunday sermon?  As a replacement for your friends?  If it makes you uncomfortable to watch characters do what you don't want them to do, maybe you need to go into a little box by yourself, because you're clearly not ready for mass media.  Or the world.

And as for this obsession with "strong female characters"... I just want strong characters.  Whether they're male or female doesn't matter (then again, I am very opposed to gender quotas in legislatures; talk about your classic 3rd-world-tries-to-emulate-1st-world-and-lands-on-its-fucking-face).  Now I think a tv show with no women at all is unrealistic, but on a slight tangent, the insertion of female characters for the sake of having female characters is beyond dumb.  They have no chance of being strong characters - and I don't mean strong in the sense of oo-rah, I have a gun and control over people, which is what most people seem to want in their "strong female characters", I mean strong as in, fully-developed, three-dimensional, realistic, flawed, a character you can tell apart and not by a stereotype, a character who makes decisions, whether or not they're the right ones or for the right reasons.  A character that has discernable reasons. 

Unless we're just going to say that no television show should depict an extreme patriarchy.  Is that what this is about?  Because that makes more sense logically, but sucks even harder.  Cuz guess what, guys?  Patriarchy (and extreme patriarchy) exists.  Just like sadness and death and prison and the mafia.  And you know, patriarchy exists too... everywhere.  Just in milder, more hidden/embedded forms. 

Then again remember when people were calling Battlestar Galactica misogynistic because there was rape in it?  Yeah.  Wow.  Even when they get a deluge of strong female characters (both classic mode, a la Starbuck and Roslin, and unconventional, a la Sharon, Six, Dee, and yes, Callie) they're still not satisfied.

Anyway, thank God for this commenter:
 
Dr. Fish, for an English Professor you seem oddly (in this case, anyway) oblivious to irony, as are most of the commenters thus far. Only one comment has noted the similarity of Big Love to The Sopranos, which leads to the point you have missed. The subversive appeal of Big Love is that, like The Sopranos, it takes a bizarre American family and suggests how it is a distillation of the “normal” American family itself: hierarchical, superstitious, corrupt, and hypocritical at the same time that it is, as you point out, loving, solicitous, and loyal. This family’s religion is–shall we say?–weird. So is that of nearly all American families. This family is over its head in debt. So are nearly all American families. This family claims to be utterly devoted to the welfare of its children yet the oldest daughter is pregnant and lonely (gee, where have we heard that before?). I could go on.
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The title is inspired by me and Lucia watching Charmed today and me accidentally saying, "You see, I make a great source"... I meant a resource on Charmed timelines, but The Source is short for The Source of All Evil in the Charmed universe, so of course that made for a funny five minutes.  Lucia said, "You know, now I think you are the Source," and seeing as how I've been telling my mother how I'm always more sympathetic to the Devil in movies than God...

... there are reasons for that, people.  Memnoch was definitely the most sympathetic character in Memnoch the Devil.  When we got to God and we the readers were all supposed to bow down and be amazed, I was just like, "what?  you're a bastard."  I'm like a Cormac McCarthy priest.  I'm the one in the broken house with a one-eyed cat, shaking my fist at God.  

Uh, okay.  Battlestar Galactica first. 

spoilery thoughts )
Apparently I'm moving to Canada.  In all seriousness, though, the football business is fucked the fuck up if they have people like Missouri's back-up quarterback getting invited to an all-star game and not Ganz.  If you invite the guy with a pass efficiency ranked 93rd nationally and not the guy whose pass efficiency is 14th.  Or how about the quarterback that was outplayed in the bowl game and clearly could not handle pressure getting invited over the quarterback that won the game and was named the game MVP?  WHAT THE FUCK.  Jesus, yes, height and how far you can throw the ball is "not really what being a quarterback's about."  Of course, tell that to Rex "I-Like-Throwing-The-Ball-Long" Grossman, but we start to see what makes - or rather, what doesn't make - a dick-quarterback, don't we.  A lot of us in fandom didn't think he'd get drafted because of the whole build thing - and the fact that Nebraska is getting snubbed nationally in revenge for the '90s - but when you compare him to the people that probably will get drafted, it looks ridiculous.  Cullen Harper!  Why! 

I know that football's a bloodsport and all, but this is starting to piss me off.  I wonder sometimes if this overall attitude has anything to do with why we suck as a society overall.  I'm into judging a society on how it treats its children - and this has something to do with that, too - but obviously there's something to be said for judging a society based on what it wants in its leaders.  Football fails both gauges.  For having such illusions of patriotism and godliness and health and community, it's pretty pathetic. 

But how strange, right, he's only nine inches taller than me.  God, I'm such a selfish fuck.
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I LOVE IT.

NYT:  Russians Strengthen Their Faith and a Tradition With an Icy Water Plunge

Monday was Russian Orthodox Epiphany, and roughly 30,000 Muscovites lined up to dunk themselves in icy rivers and ponds, city officials said. The annual ritual baptism, which is believed to wash away sins, is enjoying a boisterous revival after being banished to villages during the Soviet era.

These days, it is a ritual with high production values. Several sites in Moscow were furnished with no-slip carpeting, heated tents and supervisors with megaphones. Politicians have seized on it as a photo opportunity; the theatrical ultranationalist Vladimir V. Zhirinovsky took his plunge this year at Bottomless Lake, a Moscow River tributary, flanked by 15-foot tubes of fluorescent light.

“It has become a show — not only that, but a patriotic show,” said Boris F. Dubin, a sociologist with Moscow’s Levada Center. The immersion ritual satisfies a public hunger, he said, for “something that is truly Russian, ancient, real. For what distinguishes us from other people.”

Whatever the reason, the crowds have been growing exponentially. A group of celebrants in Tver, on the Volga River, was so large on Monday that the ice collapsed and 30 people plunged into the water. Twenty-four of them required medical attention, and 11 were still hospitalized on Tuesday, said a spokeswoman for the Ministry for Emergency Situations.

“Each country has something which is intrinsic to it,” said Aleksandr Gorlopan, 43, who was warming himself with a combination of hot tea and Captain Morgan rum. Mr. Gorlopan, who gave his profession as “traveler,” said the tradition dated back to the tiny Slavic tribes that scattered south from Scandinavia — nomads, he said, with “wild souls.”

“We are made of water,” he said. “Without water we cannot survive.”

Others were more earthbound in their explanations. Galina Burasvetova, a 50-year-old hairdresser in a red bikini, said she had first taken part in the ritual during an agonizing period in her life, when she was raising three children on a vanishing income. Afterward, she felt she had the moral strength to go on.

“It is a way to overmaster yourself,” she said, as three young men wearing crosses whooped behind her — “It’s warm! It’s hot! It’s like steamed milk!” — and two construction workers, on their lunch break, laid down their tools and stripped naked. Vladislav Komarov, his heart-patterned boxers still sopping wet, gazed out at them all with the smile of a saint. Asked how he felt, he answered “hot.”

“We are pagans in our souls,” said Mr. Komarov, 45, an advertising manager. “I have a fire burning inside me. I could say it is a pure fire. But who knows?”

Mr. Dubin, the sociologist, said the practice’s popularity had less to do with religious revival than with enthusiastic coverage by Russian television. But others said it proved that 74 years of Communist rule were unable to stamp out the tradition, which holds that a priest’s blessing temporarily transforms water into the River Jordan, where Jesus Christ was baptized. Even at the height of state atheism, said Father Vsevolod Chaplin, a spokesman for the Moscow Patriarchate, “the lines for holy water were longer than the lines at Lenin’s mausoleum.”

Recently, Father Chaplin said, he had come across a 1949 memorandum by an exasperated Soviet official, who reported that widespread deployment of militiamen was unable to prevent “tens of thousands of people” from taking part in the Epiphany baptism. The Soviet official, he said, “reported indignantly that in one place the militiamen also immersed themselves.”
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Well, Oklahoma choked.

Again.

Five straight losses in BCS bowls. Thanks for making the Big 12 look strong, Oklahoma! This means the Big 12 South (Oklahoma, Texas, Texas Tech, Oklahoma State) - which everyone thinks is oh so tough, the best half-conference in America - had only one winner out of the four teams they sent to bowl games, and that was Texas. Gag me, I know. The poor pathetic little Big 12 North (Nebraska, Kansas, Missouri) - which won all three of their bowl games - really appreciates the stellar effort y'all put into this one, Sooners. Highlights include not being able to score from literally the 1-yard line twice and missing your only field goal attempt. Stoops needs a lesson in prepping his teams for bowl games, because he's obviously doing something wrong.


Note to Stoops and everyone else on the planet: STOP POSING WITH THE MILITARY. It didn't work for Bush, it won't work for you.

Which means Florida won, and the sports analysis world will now begin prostrating themselves all over the place. Not only will we be hearing about how the SEC is like the new Roger Federer of college football (and I love you, Roger, but for a while there no one could touch you, so forgive me for comparing you to the SEC), but we'll be hearing non-stop about Jesus.

That's right. Jesus. He's back. Have you heard? He's going by the name Tim Tebow. He's in disguise as the quarterback of the Florida Gators. Because as we all know, God (?) gives so much of a shit about football.


Not an accurate representation of how Jesus, if he exists, spends his time.

You know how I said the Colt McCoy ejaculation made me nauseous? Well, this was just... stupendous waterfalls of praise, let me put it that way. Basically, human words could not describe the wonder that is Tim Tebow and his missionary ways. Because what's funny is that's all the commentators have really got as far as evidence supporting their claim that Tebow is the second coming of Christ - his parents are missionaries in the Philippines, he was home-schooled, and he promises to work harder than anyone on the planet.  With cut rates like that, boys and girls, we can all be Jesus.

"King Herod's Song" - Jesus Christ Superstar (1973)

Some gems from the Life in the Red blog, re: Tim Tebow. When we're not biting our chubby cornfed fingers off worrying about Nebraska, Husker fans can actually be pretty funny.

- Tebow, we are not worthy.

- These announcers have a little Tebow on their lips after... well, you get the picture.

- Wow - Tim Tebow went from one of the top 10 college football players of all time to the Top 5 in about 3 seconds.

- what the world savior got an unsportsmanlike conduct penalty. The apocalypse is upon us...run for your lives!!
- who do these refs think they are calling an unsportsmanlike conduct penalty on the god that walks our earth.

- The travels of Tim Tebow and his attempt to save the world.

- Seriously, if they call him superman one more time, I may have to throw my laptop into my plasma!
- If I have to hear "Tim Tebow" one more time from these announcers... agh! College students could have one hell of a drinking game if they chugged every time they heard it. Geez give it up!

- Well if Tebow wins I expect the media to proclaim him the savior of mankind and break out into a verse of we are the world...that right there is worth staying tuned in for.
- What's the link for "We are the World", I want to know the words so I can sing along with my lighter.
- Will Tebow save the college football world from slipping into laziness..stay tuned.
- He's the only one with a good work ethic, just ask anyone.
- if Tebow wins and asks for a playoff, will we get one???
- No but we might get a Tebow scratch and sniff doll. So that everyone else on the planet can smell what sweat equity is from working harder than anyone else on the planet.
- If Tebow's the only one with all the work ethic and sweat and so on, isn't it just his personal National Championship? Does he have to share with his team?
- No he will share it with them because he pushed them...they were all lazy bastards until he cracked the whip...but he don't mind sharing with them, he's the only reason they are there but he's not selfish or anything. Everybody else is lazy, I have to work harder and make those lazy bastards work harder because they are getting in the way of my personal goals.

and the winner...
- who's Tebow?
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According to Conservapedia:
 

In regards to the causes of atheism, there are a number of reasonable explanations for atheism:

  • Rebellion: Atheism stems from a deliberate choice to ignore the reality of God's existence [1] (If there was a God, there wouldn't be so much suffering.)[2]
  • Superficiality: Noted ex-atheist and psychologist Dr. Paul Vitz has stated that he had superficial reasons for becoming an atheist such as the desire to be accepted by his Stanford professors who were united in disbelief regarding God.[3]
  • Error: Some argue that atheism partly stems from a failure to fairly and judiciously consider the facts [4]
  • State churches: In regards to the causes of atheism, rates of atheism are much higher in countries with a state sanctioned religion (such as many European countries), and lower in states without a sanctioned religion (such as the United States). Some argue this is because state churches become bloated, corrupt, and/or out of touch with the religious intuitions of the population, while churches independent of the state are leaner and more adaptable. It is important to distinguish "state-sanctioned churches," where participation is voluntary, from "state-mandated churches" (such as Saudi Arabia) with much lower atheism rates because publicly admitted atheism is punishable by death. [5]
  • Poor relationship with father: Some argue that a troubled/non-existent relationship with a father may influence one of the causes of atheism.[6] Dr. Paul Vitz wrote a book entitled Faith of the Fatherless in which he points out that after studying the lives of more than a dozen leading atheists he found that a large majority of them had a father who was present but weak, present but abusive, or absent.[7][8] Dr. Vitz also examined the lives of prominent theists who were contemporaneous to their atheist counterparts and from the same culture and in every instance these prominent theists had a good relationship with his father.[9] Dr. Vitz has also stated other common factors he observed in the leading atheists he profiled: they were all intelligent and arrogant.[10]
  • Division in religion: According to Francis Bacon, atheism is caused by "divisions in religion, if they be many; for any one main division addeth zeal to both sides, but many divisions introduce atheism." [11]
  • Learned times, peace, and prosperity: Francis Bacon argued that atheism was partly caused by "Learned times, specially with peace and prosperity; for troubles and adversities do more bow men’s minds to religion."[12] Jewish columnist Dennis Prager has stated that one of the causes of atheism is the "secular indoctrination of a generation." [13] Prager stated that "From elementary school through graduate school, only one way of looking at the world – the secular – is presented. The typical individual in the Western world receives as secular an indoctrination as the typical European received a religious one in the Middle Ages.[14]
  • Personal tragedy: For example, the death of a loved one (One's mother, father, husband or wife, etc.) can shake someone's religious belief severely, sometimes enough for them to lose it.
Actually, I think personal tragedy is up there on the list of causes, as is negative experience with theists, division in religion, and, well, learned times, peace, nad prosperity.  Too bad it's at the end of the list. 

To be honest, I don't think I could stomach going into some of the other sections of the web site.  But here's one of the listed biases of Wikipedia that made my mind break - the accusation, that is, not the "bias":
  1. Augusto Pinochet, who overthrew communism in Chile and then restored democracy before voluntarily giving up power himself, is called a "dictator" by Wikipedia,[5] but Fidel Castro, the communist dictator of Cuba for four decades, is instead called a "leader" or even a "president".[6][7]
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This is the most awesome thing ever.  Of course the obvious answer is take it all down; but secretly I think it would be amazing if Pleasant Grove, Utah, had a Summum monument. 

NYT: From Tiny Sect, a Weighty Issue for Justices

Across the street from City Hall here sits a small park with about a dozen donated buildings and objects — a wishing well, a millstone from the city’s first flour mill and an imposing red granite monument inscribed with the Ten Commandments.

Thirty miles to the north, in Salt Lake City, adherents of a religion called Summum gather in a wood and metal pyramid hard by Interstate 15 to meditate on their Seven Aphorisms, fortified by an alcoholic sacramental nectar they produce and surrounded by mummified animals.

In 2003, the president of the Summum church wrote to the mayor here with a proposal: the church wanted to erect a monument inscribed with the Seven Aphorisms in the city park, “similar in size and nature” to the one devoted to the Ten Commandments.

The city declined, a lawsuit followed and a federal appeals court ruled that the First Amendment required the city to display the Summum monument. The Supreme Court on Wednesday will hear arguments in the case, which could produce the most important free speech decision of the term.

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I am all kinds of crazy in love with the song "Hunted by a Freak" by Mogwai. Such that if I ever publish a short-story collection, I want that to be the title.

The incredibly depressing video - the best interpretation of it seems to be that the man dropping animals is God, and the fall of the animals is our life, "good to the last drop, doesn't get any better than this", so to speak.  That's sort of my perspective on God, when I'm in the moods where I believe there is a God.  I've always thought that if God's real, God's a bastard.  Ironically, reading Memnoch (Anne Rice's attempt to convert her readers to Christianity) actually convinced me of this even more.  I think I believe in "the blind idiot god Azathoth, Lord of All Things", "who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space" more than I believe in some sweet-cheeked Jesus. 




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From the New York Times:

An almost all-volunteer cast and crew, including a star who was an ’80s teen heartthrob, and a plot about a firefighter who saves his marriage by turning to God — it hardly sounds like a recipe for box office success, let alone a best-selling book. But that’s what the film “Fireproof” has spawned.

The movie features Kirk Cameron, an alumnus of the television show “Growing Pains,” as the firefighter, and it cost just $500,000 to produce. Yet it opened two weekends ago with $6.5 million in ticket sales, good for No. 4 at the box office, just a few spots behind the No. 1 big-budget action thriller “Eagle Eye” and five spots ahead of Spike Lee’s World War II epic, “Miracle at St. Anna.” This past weekend “Fireproof” made $4.1 million more and so far has about $12.5 million total, according to estimates by Media by Numbers, a box office tracking company.

The movie is the benefit of a highly targeted marketing plan and the latest success for Sherwood Pictures, a tiny production company affiliated with Sherwood Baptist Church in Albany, Ga., about 100 miles southwest of Macon. It was directed by Alex Kendrick, 38, and written by Mr. Kendrick and his brother, Stephen, 35, with the church’s senior pastor, Michael Catt, serving as an executive producer.

In the film Mr. Cameron plays Caleb Holt, a type-A firefighter who rescues children from burning buildings but whose marriage is close to ruin. As he is about to go forward with a divorce, his father steps in and gives him a book called “The Love Dare,” a 40-day challenge that teaches married couples to use Scripture to learn to love unconditionally.

Marketing for the movie as well as heavy promotion at chains like Barnes & Noble and Borders have helped fuel sales of the book. It is also selling strongly at Wal-Mart and Sam’s Club, said John Thompson, senior vice president of marketing for B&H, who added that there were 600,000 copies in print. According to Nielsen BookScan the book has sold 6,000 copies, although that does not represent sales in places like Wal-Mart. “The Love Dare” will be No. 4 on The New York Times advice, how-to and miscellaneous paperback best-seller list on Oct. 12.

For Mr. Kendrick, there is only one explanation for the successes of “Fireproof” and “The Love Dare." "We’re not trained and smart enough to make successful movies and write best-selling books,” he said. “The only way that this could happen is if after we prayed, God really answered those prayers.”

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Tory repents for dancing for the flesh instead of for Jesus.


Rachael holds up a model of a fetus, because life is life no matter how small.
 
I'm assuming everyone knows what the documentary Jesus Camp is about: the Kids on Fire Christian camp at Devil's Lake, North Dakota, run by a children's pastor, Becky Fischer.  It's for Evangelicals, many of whom homeschool their children and pledge allegiance to the Bible and the Christian flag - no joke, and they say they love America.  They believe things like: 
  • America has a Judeo-Christian foundation, and is God's nation.
  • Harry Potter is a warlock and thus an enemy of God, and a Christian government would put him to death.
  • Global warming is not a big deal because the temperature is only rising 0.6%.
  • Creationism is the only answer to all the questions. 
  • 50 million of their friends could not be with them, because they were aborted.
  • Prayer was taken out of school, and then schools started falling apart. 
  • Most other Christians in the U.S. go to "dead churches", where God doesn't like to go.
  • Children should be ready to die for Jesus the way Palestinian children are for Islam. 
  • Democracy is the best system of government on Earth, but it is only for Earth, and in the end it will destroy us because it gives everyone freedom. 
  • This is a sick old world, and they can't wait to get out of here and go to heaven.
At the camp the kids are told, among other things, that there are hypocrites and phoneys among them who say they believe, but they sin just like all the other kids at school.  They are then told to come up to the microphone, confess their sins, and repent violently - with tears and seizures and in tongues.  They pray over a cardboard cut-out of Bush and chant "righteous judges", hoping to psychically influence the people who decide whether or not to overturn Roe v. Wade.  They also take a field trip to Washington D.C. where they pray, rocking back and forth, with red tape that says LIFE across their mouths, and approach random people in bowling alleys and public parks - a blonde woman is told, "Jesus told me that you are on his mind and he just hopes that you will follow him" whereas a black guy is asked, "If you were to die this moment, where do you think you would go?"  He says, "Heaven," and the little girl, Rachael, says, "Really?"  He says "Yeah" and she says, "Okay", then says to her friends, "I think they were Muslim." 

Etc.  It's a very well made documentary - extremely subtle.  The only dissenting voice belongs to Mark Papantonio, host of "Air America", who is filmed doing his talk show.  He eventually interviews Becky Fischer.  Otherwise it's the sort of documentary - quite the opposite of the Michael Moore types and the Errol Morris types - that just shows you what it's criticizing and relies on you to analyze it for yourself.  There's no ex-Evangelicals talking about how crazy things were back in the fold or experts talking about how this is not real Christianity, no comparisons to the Crusades.  It's just the participants and the cinematography, which juxtaposes concepts and reality to create irony - a little boy drinks from a Pepsi while Becky Fischer tells them about how innocent sin first appears; Becky Fischer tells the camera as she's driving home that she loves America and the American lifestyle and then the camera shows the view from the Missouri highway - street lights, a huge neon KFC, the back of a semi truck.  The near-silent shots of suburban wasteland Missouri - very similar to suburban wasteland Nebraska, completely dominated by huge warehouses, chain restaurants, long straight strips of highway - are gorgeous and sad, just like the children weeping on the floor by the pews, pre-blessed, because they need more Jesus in their lives.  You can't help but wonder what they're really crying about.  The adults, who knows.  The adults need help. 

Apparently the movie is so subtle that many Evangelicals who watch it convince themselves that its goal is to promote them and their children who are so passionate in the bloody Christ - which says something about how blind they are - and quite a few non-Evangelicals who refuse to watch it for the same reason.  Then there's the Christians who hate the movie because they feel it gives them a bad name.  They're right, it does. 

And to be honest there's not much difference between the Evangelicals (or Evangelions, as one commenter called them) and all the masses of wealthy, well-placed people in my town who go to this megachurch called the Berean.  They may not speak in tongues but there is a certain insanity even in their silent, atrophied "death" - on that, I agree with poor brainwashed little Rachael.  It's scary, yes, but it should be no shock to anyone who lives in the Bible Belt. 
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Video: Jesus Camp ; Audio: "Personal Jesus" - Marilyn Manson
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every time my mother hears religious words in Depeche Mode she says, "are they religious or something?!" and I have to say no.  unless you're U2 you really can't be religious in music and have a wide appeal (no, Jars of Clay does not have wide appeal - neither does Creed).  of course the occasional song can be religious (if they're gospel remakes or appeals about poverty or social commentary) without relegating the artist to the "Christianity" (or worse if it's a different religion: "World") section.  and that's not what I mean.  "The Saints Are Coming" played at the first New Orleans Saints home game is not what I mean - that I classify as a political/inspirational song (not necessarily a bad thing!), not a religious song. 

Depeche Mode does incorporate a lot of religion without political proselytizing.  I usually tell her it's because of our religious culture; religion is of great importance to a lot of people, to politicians, to marketing.  it's shaped so much of the world that it's really no surprise that it permeates our art and our thought.  you can be preoccupied with religion without even believing it.  that and, of course, themes like sinners and angels are more universal than any religion can claim.  I'm not sure where I stand but I actually do love a lot of songs I consider "religious" - some for their content, some because they just sound like they're talking to God. 

[the videos I link to are from Hannibal, Amnesia, Neon Genesis Evangelion, and a North Korean military parade.  guess which are which.]

Arcade Fire:  (Antichrist Television Blues); Black Mirror; Neon Bible.
The Cure:  The Drowning Man; Faith.
Face to Face:  The Devil You Know (God is a Man) [great title].
Depeche Mode:  Personal Jesus [MM's version, but watch it]; John the Revelator; The Sinner In Me; Clean.
Hans Zimmer:  Firenze Di Notte; Avarice; Virtue; Let My Home Be My Gallows; Vide Cor Meum.
Low:  Half-Light; Murderer.
Moby:  Why Does My Heart Feel So Bad?; Run On; My Weakness.
Muse:  Ruled by Secrecy; Hyper Chondriac Music.
Nirvana:  Lake of Fire.
A Perfect Circle:  Passive; The Outsider; Vanishing.
Rammstein:  Engel.
R.E.M.:  Losing My Religion.
Sufjan Stevens:  We Won't Need Legs to Stand; A Good Man is Hard to Find; Seven Swans [to the point of tears].
Sarah McLachlan:  Building a Mystery.
Tool:  Eulogy; Jimmy; The Grudge [unrelated movie scared me so much -> don't listen to song enough].
U2:  Yahweh; Original of the Species; Where the Streets Have No Name; I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For.
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It's winter and I nearly died at the hands of a semi but didn't thanks to anti-lock brakes.  In driving class many years ago they told us just to press down real hard when the anti-lock brakes kick in, even though you're rumbling forward, and effectively have faith that they will work.  Seventy-one accidents were reported within city limits today.

Sarah McLachlan really isn't my thing but I feel this line from "Building A Mystery" really describes how I feel about spirituality:
you live in a church where you sleep with voodoo dolls and you won't give up the search for the ghosts in the halls
I watched Sunshine again tonight, with my mother.  It confirmed its place in my best all-time.  Obviously it isn't for everyone.  It's bleak and grim and at the same time strangely uplifting for people who believe in something greater than themselves, no matter what that something is - it doesn't even have to be God.

So, another X-Files montage, again thanks to these guys, with scenes from Bad Blood, Signs and Wonders, Die Hand Die Verletzt, Kaddish, Beyond the Sea, Grotesque, Ascension, One Breath, Milagro, Red Museum, Miracle Man, and Revelations.  Warning: desecration, slight gore.

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Stephen King's words are actually the only ones I remember, although other authors spin better stories in better ways, overall. 

[some are phrases, some are just words.]

The Shining:  "redrum"
It:  "He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts"
Storm of the Century:  "give me what I want and I'll go away" and "my name is legion, for we are many" [which is biblical, I know, but Stephen King introduced it to me]
The Nightflier:  "Dwight Renfield... flew in from Derry... nice fella... different... said he was flying out tonight... said he'd stop to say goodbye."
Jerusalem's Lot:  "there are SOME rats in these walls!"
Dreamcatcher:  "same shit, different day." [SSDD for short]
Pet Sematary"the ground there is stonier than a man's heart" and "sometimes, death is a blessing."

My mother had a slasher moment today, by accident.  We were at an Indian restaurant and we looked up at a tapestry and she said, "Oh, it's... Rama and Krishna, right?"  And then rapidly corrected herself: "Rama and Sita, I mean."  It made me wonder if yaoi fangirls (some of my friends have worse terms for them) ever ship mythological figures... some of them, Krishna in particular, seem like they could be bisexual.  I'm guessing not.  I suppose that would be boring... or perhaps, they are just not hot enough, those deities.

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Deer figurine found at burial sites of the 5th century BC Pazyryk, nomads who buried their horses wearing antler headdresses.

I realized this morning that I have become obsessed with deer.  Not real deer, per se, although we did see a truckload of reindeer at the local grocery store being harnessed up to a sleigh, and their Santa walking up from a crappy American car at the far end of a parking lot.  Symbolic deer.  What deer mean to people. 

L'Age du Renne (the age of the reindeer) was the poetic term for the Magdalenian age, the end of the Pleistocene.  Then there was the Sorceror - the antler-wearing human shaman painted in the Cave Trois Frères.  Domestication started soon after, in the Holocene, but did not replace hunting and hunting ceremonies.  As our prey they were put on coats of arms and commissioned tapestries, their heads mounted in hunting lodges all over the north as a symbol of the Swiss Family Robinson way of thinking: "father, I think I've just killed the most beautiful animal in the world!"  Always noble, always fair, always quarry: fairy-cattle made of magic, with crucifixes between their antlers.  Only in the Ramayana was the deer ever used for evil.  Now we run over them with cars and write letters to the newspaper asking for legalized extermination procedures - not just for the sake of our hood ornaments, but for them, the deer.  Meanwhile more and more people have imagined their revenge: the skeletal deer-god of upstate New York in Wendigo, the Nightwalker/Forest God of Mononoke-hime, even the reanimated zombie deer of the Queens of the Stone Age video for "No One Knows". 

When I was in high school and we had to write a creative story about a meaningful event to pass a state exam - demonstrating proper use of English, I guess - I wrote about this father and son that go hunting in the woods and kill a magic stag.  I don't remember what happens at the end.  I think they were attacked by fairies in their cabin, and the body of the stag disappeared during the attack. 

I also played a deer once, back when I did Javanese dance.  Kancil is our Bambi - a poor lonesome fawn separated from its mother who steals vegetables from the villagers' gardens.
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on my walk around the business district today (+ lolcats + "How Soon is Now" + Bjork = distraction from politics final exam on America's role in Asia, North Korea, and Indonesia), I saw the Uniting Church - see yesterday's post for significance. I love random enclaves of peace and carefully planned nature in cities.  apparently one of the church's two ministers is Chinese, on account of being near a claustrophobe's hell, "Chinatown".  Oddly enough its Wikipedia page says that it's "extremely difficult to photograph" because of how snug a fit it's in. 
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I watched the last few minutes of this news-show, Compass: a young woman discussing her return to the aging, possibly dying Uniting Church.  She pointed to its tolerance and its teaching of the Gospel of Mary (a non-canonical text that caused a bit of a fuss).  And I suddenly had this profound sense of wanting to belong to a religion, wanting to feel wisdom, wanting coherence, wanting hero-figures. 

So I went to beliefnet and took the belief-o-matic.  My results:
100% Unitarian-Universalism
92% Liberal Quakers
84% New-Pagan
83% Secular Humanism
81% Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants
79% New Age
76% Reform Judaism
76% Mahayana Buddhism
71% Theravada Buddhism
65% Baha'i Faith

I'm actually tied to the Unitarian Church of my hometown through various ways.  I used to play piano recitals there, and my mother's former boss was married to its preacher.  Their daughter was a grade below me.  I met her in eighth grade.  We waited at the bus stop together, and she tried to spell her name in the winter by exhaling while jumping around, moving her head in the shape of the letters that make up her name.  She struck me as a tomboy, but when the bus came she sat with the girls she wanted to "be", who dated boys instead of playing football with them, and the way they looked at her and her stubborn attempts to be their friend - it pained me.  Then it was high school and she wasn't friends with them anymore.  She still played softball but now she was on the speech team with me, and she was good at extemporaneous speaking, which I quit because it gave me metaphorical ulcers.  Eventually she became not annoying but popular on the speech team.  I didn't try to be popular and I wouldn't have been if I tried.  She has a quick wit and makes fun of everyone unsparingly, traits that guarantee success with that crowd.  She won more trophies than I did, had more friends than I did.  She goes to Stanford now.  And some of my high school friends, of my grade, complain to me that she's too mean, that she's stolen their friends, that she has no real friends because all she does is ridicule.  I asked the friend that told me this if any of them (the speech team) had made fun of me, behind my back - it's not as if I was ever there, it would have been easy.  She said no.  But I think she was probably lying. 

Incidentally, this girl, the preacher's daughter, also took piano lessons from the same woman I did, and we all had recitals in the church together.  She always performed right before me - Rachmaninoff and various loud, fast, hard-drilling pieces that my teacher couldn't get out of me.  My uncle also works at the Unitarian Church.  I don't know what he does there.  But he's going with them to Greece next summer.  Isn't that lovely?  I'm not fond of him, and I don't think I could be a Unitarian-Universalist. 

I'm descended from Mennonites on my mother's side.  When we see them at the market, selling jams and pastries, my mother always points them out to me - "oh, look, look, Mennonites!" - and I just smile and nod.  They wear white bonnets.  I know they aren't Quakers, but that's what Quaker reminds me of - that and a certain girl from Pennsylvania at Barnard, who I dislike for no reason other than that she's perfect, a political science major, and in student government.  I don't think I could be a Liberal Quaker either.

In any case, I started looking up neo-paganism.  I can't define it because no one seems able to agree on a definition.  The Wiccans fight with the Reconstructionists on the message boards.  As usual, everything sounds fine when it's presented in sterile, austere beliefnet fashion, primarily because there's so little doctrine involved, and it makes it look like you can just choose a neo-pagan variant a la carte, build your own sundae.  But of course you go on the message boards and people start sounding crazy, and you look it up on wikipedia, where they quote from prominent adherents, and I started getting scared again.  I remember reading a criticism of Ayn Rand's philosophy - that despite it being explicitly anti-religion, it ended up being a religion in and of itself.  The same thing happened for neo-paganism.  Suddenly there were all these - not even rules, just - beliefs, and strange names, and rituals, and alternative spellings, and holy objects, and it repelled me, because I just can't take that seriously.  It's like as soon as something becomes a religion, it becomes concrete and manifested in various ridiculous, non-supernatural fashions - in rituals and symbols that are nevertheless not the "true thing", because somehow, logistically, we have to prove our devotion in a way that other people can see and judge.  I haven't studied theology and of course this is all my bullshit.  And maybe it's because I live in places that are so spiritually dead that I feel like it's all fake, all of it, every single religion that has followers and places and primary nouns.  As soon as it gets specific, as soon as it throws itself into some "thing", I can't take it seriously.  It's a serious problem with my quest to becoming part of something, because it's that very nature of the beast - the belonging, the community, the following of something that other people know, the decidedness, the declaration - that makes me squirm. 

So I don't think I am cut out for religion, after all.
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did you know?

kapparot: jewish "atonements" that usually come in the form of chicken slaughter.  apparently the chicken is first held by the shoulder blades while sins are transferred onto/into the chicken by moving one's head.  after the death, the chicken is given to the poor.  in addition to animal rights concerns, some rabbis don't like it because they view sacrifice as "inferior to prayer".

the word drew my attention, for obvious reasons. 

thanks to errol morris for my new, poli-sci-geek userpics.  reading certain navel-gazing journals has made me all the more conscious of how much I say in my lj that's not related to food or purchases or my living conditions or music.  this one journal lists such things in minute detail, saying that everything she eats or sees or buys is perfect, beautiful, brilliant, lovely, etc.  it makes me think that people who consistently list their lives' details and discuss their wondrousness must be really insecure or pained and on the hunt for self-consolation.  anyhow, for some ironic reason these pics put me at peace with my new layout.

much thanks to kim for her tori amos.
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Maybe I'm just not understanding, but it seems rather disrespectful to have a community dedicated to your love for God and then spend megabytes posting to the community your "prayer requests" - for your college to re-offer the courses you need to graduate, for your boyfriend to not be upset with you, to get a boyfriend (I suggest using dragonballs?), to know whether or not to quit your job, to pay for the transmission on your car so you can have an internship.

One, and I mean one prayer was for someone other than herself (it's a [profile] godly_gals community), the South Korean hostages in Afghanistan.  And that one receives no comments in return from the other members. 

When I'm at home and my mother and I drive by the Campus Life building on this one forested road, I always say, "Ugh!  Campus Life!" and my mother says, "You say that every time we drive by here."  Well, this is why.  This is what Campus Life is like.  Selfish blonde wannabe missionary-jocks.  I'm a better Christian than these posers.  I mean, I even bought a Christian song, "Hero" by Superchick, because I really like the sappy lyrics: "No one sits with him, he doesn't fit in/ but we feel like we do when we make fun of him/... any kindness from you might have saved his life/ heroes are made when you make a choice/ you could be a hero, heroes do what's right" (the song even talks about how Christians say it's not their problem when it is their problem, and they're not talking about abortion or anything, but just good ol' Samaritan stuff) - I feel like half these "Godly Gals" don't live by their own standards (big surprise there, of course) - don't take action, don't help anyone, don't strive for anything. 

Of course, I firmly believe that doing good makes you a good person, no matter what your beliefs with regard to religion, and I believe in what I believe - to the point that I have said, several times, that if the End-Times come and it turns out I'm "wrong", and the Godly Gals are going to heaven and I'm going to hell, that's fine, because I'd rather be in hell.
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So under wikipedia's List of Cryptids (unclassified and unconfirmed animals, like Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster, to name the most famous, as well as the Moth Man and various Beasts of small European towns), right between Globster and Goatman, is God

Name: God
Other Names: Names of God
Status: Unconfirmed
Description: Dead
Location: Everywhere and Nowhere
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