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E pur si moronic
Apr. 2nd, 2010 08:49 amHearing random American Catholics commenting on NPR this morning made me ashamed for ever thinking of myself as Catholic for the brief period before adolescence kicked in and I rejected the raw shit deal I was being offered due to gender. Also, the whole agnostic thing--I don't even have the faith to be atheist, so it wasn't like I was exactly principalled in leaving the church, I just kind of wandered off vauguely disgusted.
So I can't imagine the cognitive dissonance in trying to reconcile a true belief in God's love with the whining of a hierarchy (to whom you look for leadership) who think they're the victims because they got caught abusing power. But the people who deflect, 'This is an overreation because this scandal is peanuts compared to the times when the papacy was really corrupt' are not making the point they think they are.
I mean, come on. They no longer burn people and they totes apologized for Galileo and everything. Why you gotta keep bustin' balls?
In other news the car situation is dire, with the front passenger wheel of the beater about to literally fall off. As we've only recently become a two-paycheck household again after a long stretch, the options at this point are slim and none, and so despite the bad investment of replacing anything on a car just shy of 200,000 miles, we're hoping the wheel can be repaired enough to keep it limping along.
There's nothing like sipping coffee in your driveway (sans milk, because it went bad days ago), when you should be at work at the job you loathe that pays for shit while being slagged on by the AAA tow-truck driver about the state of your vehicle, as an urban forager* liberates half the contents of your recycle bin. At least the birds were singing.**
I slept like crap last night. When I finally dropped off, I dreamt I was only pretending to sleep while Wil Wheaten*** pontificated about white trash economics. This all occurred in a pile of fluffy amigurumi.
*We used to call them "sheeny men", and in my corner of the rust belt it's never meant anything but a less-stigmatized way of saying "garbage picker". As a word nut , for me it captured the earthy practicality of freecycling items without implying the coffee grounds and eggshells odor. Although I've never done it for cashflow, I've sheenied a few things I couldn't believe someone was throwing away. In checking the spelling I find that local quirks aside, it's really an ethnic slur. Ahh, the working class background is a gift that keeps on giving, ain't it? The downside of a personal ethic of kaizen is that for all the shiny new words and concepts you add, there is a tax in losing some of the terms and concepts you grew up with when you learn their history and dark side--and you wonder what other cultural mines are still buried in your fields.
**There's a metric fucktonne of birds this spring. My theory is thus: our neighborhood is near several green spaces, and between the increased density of bank-owned homes and the rest of the folks either renting or just scraping by, the use of lawn care chemicals has plummeted--hence the songbird population is flourishing out of the park woods and into the neighborhood canopy. I wonder if there will be a strengthening in the frog chorus as well?
***Yes, he was wearing a kilt. Why do you ask?
So I can't imagine the cognitive dissonance in trying to reconcile a true belief in God's love with the whining of a hierarchy (to whom you look for leadership) who think they're the victims because they got caught abusing power. But the people who deflect, 'This is an overreation because this scandal is peanuts compared to the times when the papacy was really corrupt' are not making the point they think they are.
I mean, come on. They no longer burn people and they totes apologized for Galileo and everything. Why you gotta keep bustin' balls?
In other news the car situation is dire, with the front passenger wheel of the beater about to literally fall off. As we've only recently become a two-paycheck household again after a long stretch, the options at this point are slim and none, and so despite the bad investment of replacing anything on a car just shy of 200,000 miles, we're hoping the wheel can be repaired enough to keep it limping along.
There's nothing like sipping coffee in your driveway (sans milk, because it went bad days ago), when you should be at work at the job you loathe that pays for shit while being slagged on by the AAA tow-truck driver about the state of your vehicle, as an urban forager* liberates half the contents of your recycle bin. At least the birds were singing.**
I slept like crap last night. When I finally dropped off, I dreamt I was only pretending to sleep while Wil Wheaten*** pontificated about white trash economics. This all occurred in a pile of fluffy amigurumi.
*We used to call them "sheeny men", and in my corner of the rust belt it's never meant anything but a less-stigmatized way of saying "garbage picker". As a word nut , for me it captured the earthy practicality of freecycling items without implying the coffee grounds and eggshells odor. Although I've never done it for cashflow, I've sheenied a few things I couldn't believe someone was throwing away. In checking the spelling I find that local quirks aside, it's really an ethnic slur. Ahh, the working class background is a gift that keeps on giving, ain't it? The downside of a personal ethic of kaizen is that for all the shiny new words and concepts you add, there is a tax in losing some of the terms and concepts you grew up with when you learn their history and dark side--and you wonder what other cultural mines are still buried in your fields.
**There's a metric fucktonne of birds this spring. My theory is thus: our neighborhood is near several green spaces, and between the increased density of bank-owned homes and the rest of the folks either renting or just scraping by, the use of lawn care chemicals has plummeted--hence the songbird population is flourishing out of the park woods and into the neighborhood canopy. I wonder if there will be a strengthening in the frog chorus as well?
***Yes, he was wearing a kilt. Why do you ask?
