Surely there has to be some greater issue. Practically anything would do, frankly. Anything more worthy of thousands of people’s virtual indignation than this – a Facebook ban on breastfeeding photos.
Archive for December, 2008
Apparently I’m a binge blogger – going for days or weeks without saying anything, and then indulging wildly for a day or so before going ‘dark’ again. I don’t know if someone has coined the term binge blogging yet, but if not, I am. And I’m also denying any responsibility for irresponsibly mixing metaphors.
If you had roughly 20 minutes a day to talk to someone that you’ve never met before, what would you say to them? For 20 minutes each day, they’re going to give you their more or less undivided attention. They aren’t going to say a word. They aren’t going to interact with you during that time, ask questions, ask for clarification, or otherwise even let you know that they’re listening. You have no idea who they are. You can’t even see them, to gain any sort of feedback through body language or facial expression. You don’t know if they’re even really paying attention – you just have to assume they are.
I hate church. Not the Church, but the traditional instantiation of The Church known as the local congregational entity. I hate the waste and the territorialness and the obsessiveness that quickly eclipses the purpose of the church (in many cases, though I’m sure not all), and thereby guarantees a gradual (or swift) decline in spiritual focus and overall congregational health. My idea of how the local church looks and feels has little to do with this traditional approach. I don’t want there to be walls and pews and rooms and carpeting to fuss over. I don’t want there to be electric bills and groundskeeping bills and refurbishing costs that create a financial and emotional black hole, drawing all of the congregational resources inwards onto itself.
I thought this was an interesting opinion article on the topic of midwifery. Since Gena and I had all three of our children delivered by a midwife at home, as opposed to being in a hospital or even a birthing center, we’re convinced that this is the best option for delivering babies. Healthiest for everyone concerned, quite frankly. And, as the article notes, far less expensive than a typical hospital birth.
I came of age in a cultural Dark Age, listening to 80’s music, working dead-end part-time jobs just to put myself through school, driving around in a beat up Mercury Capri with a boombox in the passenger seat because the radio in the car wasn’t working – or wasn’t loud enough. I swore that CDs were going to be the 8-Tracks of the 90’s. I read Bloom County. I hadn’t Googled (at least not with a computer). For a while, I had taught myself programming with a TI-99, but those days were in the past. I would futz in the Mac Lab at ASU playing Hunt the Wumpus and other mind-bogglingly complex games. I had yet to Yahoo!, but then, nobody had.
If you come to California, you may want to think twice about leaping in to assist someone who appears to have been in an accident, or suffered injury of some kind.
It’s a Catholic morning, it would appear.
Tomorrow, the Catholic Church is set to release the first statement in over 20 years related to sexuality and in particular, assistive technologies for fertilization. Noting that this arena has exploded since 1987, the Church is stepping forward to once again assert the Biblical assertion that the creation of life is not a matter of human decision, but a gift from God.