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Winter holds me prisoner, dear reader. As I stare out at my (mostly) lifeless yard at the grave blanket someone gave the cutesy name of "snow" (it sounds so cuddly, doesn't it?) I dream of walking once again in lush grasses, smelling my flowers, mowing my lawn, watering my vegetables...
There isn't much I can do about those things. Spring is something you have to wait for, you know? It isn't like I can construct a giant bubble around my house (I wish!) and grow fresh tomatoes year round (my neighbor mentioned something about his property value living next to a bubble, but I was only half-paying attention...).
But I've started the steps to changing other things--you see, I had this weird and crazy idea of a "three year plan" (I tried thinking of a cutesy name for it, but for some reason, Rich didn't get what I meant when I said "Restructured Life Planning"...): in brief, to declutter and streamline our lives. Get rid of the hundreds of boxes of crap in the attic, junk in the garage, and the hundreds of other items in this house that we don't use, don't look at, don't need, and are cleverly hidden throughout the house. Dishes, candle holders, VHS video tapes, clothing, etc. Also included in this grand "3 Year Plan" is to reduce debt by using all proceeds from selling this crap for credit card debt only, to "use or lose" the precious weight equipment collecting dust, and (this is where I received some hesitancy) severely cut back on "collectibles" that we have moved with us through five residences and now reside in the attic (this portion of the 3 Year Plan may take 5 years... or 10...).
I'm tired of waiting, you know? I'm tired of the excuses, the "Next Saturday's" and the "On my next day offs" and the "This Springs" that we constantly tell ourselves when it comes to this stuff. This is Clutter. This is Junk. This needs to change.
And I think I finally got Richie on board with me on this. I've already started, personally. Tonight alone I listed three things on eBay that I was holding on to for no good reason whatsoever. A Fisher Price basketball net, a Fisher Price Circus Train, and two Fisher Price Ferris Wheels. These are things that gave me fuzzy-warms about my childhood, but the nieces and nephews could care less about when they come over to visit. Images of them playing with these used to run through my head, but I realize they have different toys, newer toys to play with.
And I'm out of excuses to keep these things. Yes, it's nice to have the memories, but that's what pictures are for. What getting together with the family is for. Not to sit on a shelf and collect dust. Someone out there will treasure these items as I did, and hopefully, will be placed into the hands of a child who will love them as much as I did.
And even if they don't? I won't have to move them, dust them, or worry about them in any way anymore. And my life will be just a tad bit simpler for it. A tad less cluttered, a tad less time-consuming, and just a touch easier to keep neat and clean. And hopefully, just a little bit closer to being debt-free.
I've wasted enough time living with these things and not using them as they were meant to be used. And while I'm sure there's a collector or two reading this and thinking, "He's getting rid of that stuff? What a fool!", then I request you go to eBay, look up the seller dragonkeeper25, and buy those items. After all, my newly-designated trash can be your new treasure.
No more waiting for dead dreams--I'm off to make new ones happen with the 3 (to 5) Year Plan.
Well, that, and a hope this will keep me busy enough in February not to notice the cold...
Rich: Hey, can you take the ash out?
Me: ... No.
Rich: Wha-- Please?
Me: No.
Rich: You are going out to smoke, right?
Me: Yes.
Rich: Why can't you take the ash out with you?
Me: I will next time.
Rich: Please?
Me: No.
Rich: Please?
Me: Who are you, my nephew? N. O. No. I will do it later.
Rich: But I need the room!
Me: My mistake, your actually baby Jesus, not my nephew.
Rich: Ha-hah. Now, please?
Me: I could have been done with my cigarette by now, and you could have already taken it out yourself by now.
Rich: And you could have taken it out by now.
Me: Your point? I'm not the one who wants it empty "right now," am I?
Rich: You're in a mood.
Me: See you in five.
Rich: But--
Yes, I, too, can be a bitch. But you knew that, didn't you?
It must be too much to ask for five minutes of peace, you know? And I don't even have kids! (Well, actual kids--I have plenty of mentally-aged children, however...) All I want is to finish one thing that's been sitting on my desk all week. Just. One.
I'd also like to come home and not hear Hawthorne pretending to be Jeff Gordon as he speed-races with that freakin' ball back and forth, back and forth...
And is it too much to ask for one day above 35 degrees? I mean, seriously--unless the magnetic poles have shifted that much this past year, this is not the North Pole, am I right? One. Day. Above. Thirty. Five.
On the brighter side, Obama is beginning to clean up that disastrous mess Shrubya made--you know, with everything. Closing Gitmo, disassociating the United States with torture (when did we stop respecting individual rights and human dignity? Oh, that's right--when the "compassionate conservative" was in the White House...), helping soldiers to do their jobs by making them adhere to the U.S. Army Field Manual with regards to detainees, getting the lobbyists (mostly) out, pay freezes within the government to stem the hemorrhaging, halting the disastrous Mexico City Policy further ensuring that women will have the same freedoms and choices as our men... His first two days have made me happier than--well, happier then just having Shrubya out of office ever could have done.
And while most of my conservative friends bitch on Facebook about how they will "miss a man of principle" in the White House and continue to doom-say an administration less than two days old despite the fact that he himself is a Christian--well, I don't know what to tell them...
Obama has a lot to live up to, granted. A lot of promises and pretty speeches were made, and the honeymoon period in which he is accomplishing all of this won't last forever. Shrubya set the bar so low a goldfish could do a good job as president at this point--but I'm hoping Obama sets it so high it'll be hard for anyone to surpass him in action, eloquence, and the prestige he is beginning to return to the highest office in the land.
If only I could be so effective at work... But then again, I'm not president... Yet...
Thorn: It's... people... Soylent Green... is people!
Okay, so it's been about two years since Scribe recommended this movie to me. Yes, I have that many movies que'd in my Netflix. So sue me. There's a lot of movies I want to watch.
I forget even what conversation we were having over at God V. Darwin, but I'm sure it was a hum-dinger (they usually tend to be over there...), and Scribe mentioned something about this movie that (horrible actor) Charlton Heston was in, Soylent Green. Having never seen the movie, I added it and (two years later) I was surprised to find that sometimes Charlton is a semi-decent actor (it lasts about five minutes in one of the beginning scenes...)--much better than he was in The Omega Man (remade into I Am Legend, starring Will Smith), but I died laughing at the end--partly because Rich hates it when he can't get closure, but mostly because it was just sooo over-the-top!
And--perhaps this was just me, I'll have to ask Rich later--I wasn't the least bit shocked, surprised, or even remotely disgusted at the end. (Perhaps I should send in a resume to the Donner Party?) But one thing kept running through my head in this not-really-post-apocalyptic-but-certainly-seems-like-the-end-is-near movie: Do you think the Catholic church (or any rabid, controlling fundamentalist church-like organization including but not strictly limited to evangelical Baptists and the like...) would change their stands on sex, procreation, abortion, or birth control, if the world ever does get to such a state of being? China herself has very strict birthing laws due to just such over-crowding type problems! (DISCLAIMER: I am not condoning the practices and laws, just pointing them out...)
I mean, listen: Right now the position is "All life is sacred," ergo, "Abortion is murder," thus "All women must be incubators whether they want to be or not," and as such, "Women cannot have the right to determine when and if they give birth to another human being" or "They are murderers." (One wonders what keeps them from supporting an amendment to the Constitution which states as much...)
Granted, ever since the mid- to late-seventeen hundreds (Okay, okay, probably earlier, but this isn't exactly a history lesson...), the church hasn't been exactly on the "cutting edge," so to speak, on the advancement of knowledge and scientific truths, granted. In fact, most times the church in its various forms and splinters seems hell-bent (no pun intended) on preventing any type of knowledge or thoughts which don't flow directly from that which they hold sacred--their interpretation of their holy book (Note, not the book itself...), and thus we are left with this unbreachable schism between "those of faith" and "those of reason," with a moderate number floating about the middle trying to make sense of it all, hoping to stumble on the Holy Grail of speech and reason that will appeal to everyone and end this silly debate over who killed who...
Of course, the eating of Soylent Green could just be like communion every day--except for the part where they aren't all really the body of Christ. But if you're Catholic, just get a priest and Sha-Zam! it suddenly IS the body of Christ (you sick little cannibals...), and I suppose that would be one way for the Catholic Church to get behind the whole "let's use our dead for food" position while still allowing for the over-population as a blessing, a "quiver of arrows," as it were. Can you hear it? The official Vatican pronouncement?
"Thus, as has been ordained since the beginning of time,
as homosexuals cannot procreate, no Soylent Green for them
since they did not produce the food which God has blessed
us with; But no condoms! For man shall know woman and produce
after their own kind so that their kind may eat them as small
green wafers upon their demise as they are transmuted into the
body of Christ for our salvation and nourishment."
Of course, there'll be a lot of kneeling, a holy hand grenade or two, something in Latin for the older folks who haven't been made into Grinch-wafers yet, and a boys choir who had to eat their own balls as Grinch-wafers just to hit those really really high notes, but you get the picture--there's nothing a religion can't spin to keep the crowd under biblical control... Their version, of course, not those guys or them guys or those really far out guys...
If you're Baptist, I suppose the best you could hope for was that this future Earth was the reign of the Anti-Christ and you just happened to miss the rapture...
And if you're anything else? Ask your rabbi, pastor, imam, whomever--I'm sure they can find a verse or platitude to ease your troubled mind. After all, that's what they're there for...
But I digress at this point (I know, too late...) simply to point out that, even in the future?--all the Furniture could play with was a very bad imitation of Pong...
How odd is it that I find the lack of good video games in the future worse than people eating Sponge Bob-shaped people guts?
You're right--I suppose I will send that resume off to the Donner Party now...
If you haven't noticed, I've been uploading older (as well as ancient) family photos onto my MySpace. After all, I have hundreds--no, thousands! of photos from the family dating back at least to the mid 1800s. Quite the treasure trove, if you're into staring at pics of people who are long since worm food that are your ancestors...
As I reached for the third box, ready to start placing them into the appropriate manila folders by name in the hanging file rack, I pull out a plastic baggie labeled, in my grandmother's handwriting, "Old Zartman Family Photos."
I dump the baggie onto the coffee table, and the picture above is the first photo I see...
A big hairy dog sitting next to a monkey with the label "May 1956." No names, no locations (although I do believe this is my great-grandmother Zartman's backyard...), no nothing...
You have to wonder about a woman who places such a photo into a baggie and labels it "Old Zartman Family Photos." My grandmother didn't exactly take the "Zartman" name willingly, but...
There's a story here, I can feel it... (That IS a dog, isn't it???)
This is a great shot my friend Trace took at our house at the holidays, the puppy lying peacefully under the holiday tree...
And I shouldn't call him my puppy so much as my dog--after all, he will be nine years old this May...
(sigh...)
As my mother says, only the good die young. So we should have him around for a while yet... :)
Just wanted to share this. Working on something lengthy, so enjoy the short posts while you can. ;)
So first, dear reader, let me upload the fantastic photos of the new bathroom as promised. As someone mentioned earlier, yes, it is quite the--hmmm--"bitch" to keep clean, but only because my dog is mostly white haired and loves to spend his days apparently lying on the floor in there... Be that as it may, however, I love the new colors as--if I had the wherewithal and gumption to have taken some "before" photos, all you would have seen was white walls, white linoleum, white ceiling... Very blah... Presenting my "Sexy Back" bathroom:
In keeping with that theme (sexy, not... ya know, "bland bathrooms"...) imagine my surprise when I slipped on a pair of size 36 jeans... comfortably! Just slightly over a year since I started my "I-can't-believe-this-is-a-diet" diet, I've gone done from a tight size 42 to a comfortable 36, am now on the last notch on my size 44 belt (meaning for the first time in... FOREVER... I have to buy SMALLER clothes!!), AND, feeling deliriously optimistic, I also put on my ARMY T-shirt today and...
IT FITS!!!
All this, and I haven't lifted a weight or kept from eating something I really wanted...
It's amazing what you can do when you exert a little self control, you know? I'm almost giddy about going to a doctor just to get weighed to see how much poundage I've actually lost... [Knock on wood...]
Maybe I'll just buy a scale at Wal-Mart or something...
Something to go with my sexy new bathroom... and my sexy new waistline...
Another year, another broken promise...
Remember the 80s, dear reader? Perhaps some of you are too young. Those of us fortunate enough to be born in the early- to mid-seventies have such fond memories. Blade Runner had us easting sushi while technological pyramids stood stark against the smog-filled sky and hover cars flitted about with all manner of life. Robocop had crime-ridden streets and half-dead cops running around unable to overcome their programming but still able to stand for truth and justice. Back the the Future gave us the ability to make a better future for ourselves with time machines that looked like cool cars, skate boards that hovered, and televisions that changed channel on command... There was Running Man, Demolition Man, Total Recall, Terminator, Alien, The Fifth Element... Okay, some of those are verging into the 90s, but you get the idea...
I still can't afford that robot that fetches the paper for you in the morning--and I don't even get the paper! Yet the movies promised me hover cars...
A trip to Disneyland at Epcot in Tomorrowland had giant arms slowly moving up and down rows upon rows of corn fields, testing the soil, maintaining the crops and feeding the world. A purple dragon named Figment extolled the virtuous land of tomorrow where disease was extinct, Earth was the breadbasket feeding the colonies of Jupiter, Mars, and Saturn, and wars were played out in a virtual reality where no death occurred. (Granted, I was maybe seven or eight at the time, and the ride probably didn't extol near this much virtue, but that's what makes reminiscing so wonderful--it's as glorious as you remember it being, not as cheesy as it probably was...). Did I mention Tomorrowland had hover cars in the near future...?
Science fiction has always held a special place in my heart. I grew up reading Isaac Asimov's Foundation series and many other titles of various authors, and I always had imagined my first car would be a hover-stang that could change color every day if I so desired, talk to me like Kit, and shoot torpedoes out of the headlights... (Okay, that last one I added after I started driving--I never realized how many idiots pass the drivers exam every year until that point...)
I remember one year in seventh grade, the teacher, Mrs. Sassaman of the blond-hair-so-bleached-it-was-greenish, caught one of my classmates drawing a picture of a snowman. Mrs. Sassaman held up the drawing to show the class and proclaimed: "You see this? Good, cause in the near future there won't be any snow, or snowmen!" (I wish...) Did I mention that, even as early as 1988, we were learning about climate change and global warming and man's impact on that? (Perhaps that's why it seems so odd to me that people still don't face the reality of climate change when it seemed scientifically proven enough to be taught in 1987...)
Even though most times our fears show the future as pretty damn bleak, I can't help but believing in humanity and our ability to make the future better than our fears imagine it to be. I can't but believe that we will find ways to cure the common cold (not to mention cancer), that we will end world hunger and that no person should ever starve, that we will learn to cope with the population issues by colonizing other worlds, that we will make contact and eventually coexist with other intelligent life (not to mention with one another!). It will all just take time...
And a facing of our fears...
Hell, I may even get a hover car out of the arrangement...
I fought tooth and nail to get to you tonight, dear reader. You may not realize what goes on within the domain of a single-computer, dial-up household--after all, from what I hear, each family now has 2.5 computers, broadband up the ass, and a child for every MP3 player that needs programmed. Since not all of us are so blessed, this is how it goes here:
Me: Babe, I need to blog.
Rich: Uh-huh... Five more minutes...
[Thirty minutes later...]
Me: Babe, I need--
Rich: Yeah, I heard you, I'm just in the middle of looking up something for your birthday...
Me: Didn't you do that yesterday? And the day before? Honestly, how much are you spending?
Rich: Enough, but I need... You'll have to... Five more minutes...
[Thirty minutes later...]
Me: Babe, I--
Rich: Hey, I'm sure your millions of fans aren't that worried. You can blog tomorrow. It's just that--
Me: --wanted to know if you want some ice cream... Smarty...
Rich: Oh. Um, no thanks, I... Uh... Five--
Me: --more minutes, uh-huh... I'll just blog tomorrow... Again...
Rich: At least it's for your birthday present! [Big grin...]
Me: Lemme guess. For my birthday, I'll get to use the computer again? Oh, goodie!
So, in the interests of allowing a certain someone to get back to eBay to spoil me rotten just 21 short days after the gift orgy known as Christmas, I'll keep this brief. Granted, each of the following topics were to be much grander, much longer, and much more awe-inspiring with the intent of leaving you in a state of rapturous wonder at my wordy wisdom, but I digress safe and secure in the knowledge that I'm about to get more gifts, and you will be left wondering what that gift is... :D
Brief Topic Number One: God doesn't want his followers to have Christmas trees:
Jer 10:2-4: 2. Thus saith the LORD, Learn not the way of the heathen [...] 3. For the customs of the people [are] vain: for [one] cutteth a tree out of the forest, the work of the hands of the workman, with the axe. 4. They deck it with silver and with gold; they fasten it with nails and with hammers, that it move not.
Discuss.
Brief Topic Number Two: Bathrooms have many nooks and crannies--and you don't want to be in most of them...
It also amazes me how people actually get paint all the way behind the toilet for uniform color on a wall. At this point I would upload pictures of the new black floor (which, if truth be told, is the result of a quasi-lost battle on my end), my hand-made wooden blinds custom colored to match the walls, and the spectacular end result, but blogger's pic feature seems to be down at the moment of this posting, so that'll have to wait. Trust me, however--it looks fabulous! Black floor and all...
Brief Topic Number Three: You can put too many chocolate chips into a cake.
Cake then collapses into a half-baked chocolate mush pile that your dog just loves to knock over the garbage for, and you end up buying a package of Oreo's to bring to the family get-together. Much is made over the effort you must have put into said Oreo's, and you grin and bear it, as that is what family is for. :) I have to say, I have the best family in the world, even if evil grandmother lied about bringing her traditional graham cracker pies. I think this is the first holiday EVER in which they were not present (the pies, not the evil grandmother...) Personally, I think she was just trying to think of a way to piss us all off, but none of us took the bait. It's nice to know she can bring so much joy to our family just by being a typical bitch when we refuse to play by her mind-game rules. (I think I feel a Tiny Tim moment coming on...) But I digress.
That'll have to do for now--a certain someone is saying he must check on an auction for the upcoming 3rd anniversary of my thirtieth birthday, so I'll leave you all with this:
Have a happy new year, have fun, and in the words of my awesome Uncle Scott: If you can't be good, be careful.
Ta ta for now, my friends!
I know, I know, dear reader. You think me a slacker--a lazy, good-for-nothing blog-abandoning sloth. The truth is I've been so busy in the physical world my digital world has suffered, and I do apologize for that.
But as I sat down tonight--my first night of leisure in what seems an eternity--I read something so entirely disturbing I had to rip myself away from the leisurely pursuit of reading other blogs to post about it. Mind you, you may think it not a big deal and actually kind of a bore, but as it's my blog, I think my concerns take a bit more precedence than yours. ;)
I think it important to "know thine enemy," as it were, and after spending about two hours reading those blogs I generally enjoy and agree with (when it comes to blogs of opinion and not just daily life), I like to take some time to see what all the fundies are up in arms about. What's getting their goat lately, what's eating their cheese, what's taking the "fun" out of "fundamentalism," so to speak.
I stopped at one web site I hardly ever check on anymore, mostly because I find it's authors so totally warped and wrapped up in the dogma as to make the Pharisees of Jesus' time look like kittens who hugged too much.
Their latest "comment-getter" can be surmised as such: Teaching evolution causes people to kill people. Creationism and Genesis are the only things that can save us from ourselves. Which, to say the least, is about as dogmatic and simple-minded as it gets. I said as much (putting it as nicely as I could), but then I felt the need to come back here and say my own piece. I'm sure the author's will follow back here (and perhaps be a bit dismayed to find I'm a bit harder on them over here than I was over there) but such is life. After all, if I can't please everyone, I may as well blog about it, yes?
What really got my goat (if we are so inclined to beat a metaphor like the proverbial horse in need of an undertaker) was the following statement from the article to which they were "discussing":
The president of Creation Worldview Ministries says decades of teaching "evolution only" in public schools and universities is partly responsible for crimes such as the mass shooting earlier this week in Virginia.
Dr. Grady McMurtry [...] says, public schools and universities have taught the theory of evolution as fact, with no opposing viewpoints — and the result, he contends, is a lack of respect for human life.
Therefore, he asserts, people should not be surprised when mass shootings occur, such as the one on the Blacksburg university campus on Monday.
As you can tell, this article (and most likely this blog post by them) is a bit dated, but nonetheless speaks to the dangerous mindset of fundamentalism.
It's still a bunch of hogwash. Let me explain:
As I touched on in a few earlier posts (here, here, and here, just to name a few), teaching creationism as if it were a science, let alone pretending it's some semblance of a good argument, is one of the most immoral things fundamentalists have tried to do for years. Not that trying to claim humility and humbleness while claiming you are special enough to be worth the death of a god wasn't a bad enough irony-laden position, but now to actually try to spin your fairy tale as "science that will prevent murders"? It's like they are in a one-man race toward the bottom of what it means to be stupid while appearing to be smart--and failing miserably.
To begin with, evolution is not about us being "glorified animals." It is a theory (much like gravity and flight, which I'm sure will be the next bone of contention among fundamentalist circles) which explains, quite succinctly, adequately, and truthfully, about the diversity of life upon this, the third rock from the sun. It does not speak to humanities supposed "greatness," it does not dwell on our "superiority," and is not a driving philosophy to fill the empty hours when people who wish for something just a bit more than life itself say such boorish things as "Why am I here?" and "What is my purpose in life?" As if we all have the time to give you meaning and purpose. Get a life.
Second, if anything serves to drive down meaning and purpose (again, as if living life itself weren't wonderful enough), creationism teaches nothing more than that god was bored one day, just he and his other two supposed personalities in their timeless existence, and he decided to create mud that he could play with and bring to life. And not content just to play with that life, he pretended to kill one of his personalities for the sake of "buying back" the "souls" of his Ken and Barbie dolls so that he wouldn't have to place them in the trash compactor. Splendid. I feel full of fuzzy warms already. "You mean he loves me sooooo muuuuuuch that he'll burn me forever if I don't grovel at his feet and stroke his ego? Sign me up!" If that doesn't teach you that god thinks life is disposable, nothing will. He killed his kid (or, if you prefer, he allowed his son to commit suicide [how do the Catholics explain THAT one!]) for crying out loud! And we're supposed to think he holds our lives as sacred? Seriously?
Third: To teach that evolution is nothing more than a "guess" does a serious disservice to the science community, which has proven the usefulness of evolutionary sciences in the fields of biology and medicine to provide life-saving medications and treatments. Not only has evolutionary theory kept us thriving for the last hundred years (the turning point being the polio vaccine, in my opinion), it has actually allowed humanity to be a much greater moral species--it has allowed us, using our brains and our senses, to find new ways to help one another, to save one another, to make one another's lives better! Not just to survive, but to thrive! Where people use to just sit and pray and light candles, they can now be proactive and get medicine and therapy built on the very evolutionary sciences that fundamentalists are scoffing at! Where people use to blame god's wrath or anger, we can now prevent certain conditions, heal wounds, and even bring back from death those very same people that, just even fifty years ago, would have been proclaimed as having been "called home to heaven." And people thank god? Thank a scientist! Thank a doctor, a pharmacologist, a university professor, an inquisitive mind! Thank Galileo, Newton, Einstein, and a host of others disregarded, ridiculed, and sometimes banned and killed by the church for "witchcraft" and "blaspheme." These are the people, the pioneers, of today's life-saving medicines. (And if you think these forefathers to modern scientists are unrelated to this discussion, you are worse off than I even considered!)
When it comes right down to it, however, this is really a moot point, as science never has, and possibly never will, speak to the existence of imaginary beings outside of our realms of inquiry. Believe it or not, the purpose of science is not to "attack" Christianity any more than it's purpose is to prove that jelly is, in fact, butter. The purpose of science is to ask questions, provide answers, and then keep hammering and hammering and hammering at those answers. This is the very truth of the scientific method. To continually seek new data, see how it fits into what is previously known, and change what was thought to be known based on what is now known. Science is not static (much to the chagrin of many a fundie), as they are constantly revising and updating and finding new information. Every year, in fact, there are huge arguments within the scientific community as notions are challenged, ideas are placed on the table, new data is verified, tested, and re-examined by anyone who is anyone. It is because of this method, this very morally justifiable method, that most people are even around to argue the silliness of creationism as there are today. If not for the scientific method, 90 percent of us wouldn't be here today, including myself, because we all would have sat around, staring at each other, thinking god was angry and not being able to do anything about it except more staring and praying.
Believe what you wish--science ultimately doesn't care, mostly because what you believe has little to do with anything outside of your own head. But don't you dare claim that what you believe is justifiable as an alternative to facts. Because it isn't.
Ultimately, creationism (most fundamentalist positions, actually) is very self-serving and ultimately self-defeating. The more they try to "prove" creationism by cutting out everything that doesn't fit, and then claiming that left over 1 percent is "evidence," will eventually lead to (hopefully) the eye-opening reality check for the fairy tale that it is. What's truly sad is so many hold dogma and doctrine in much higher regard than their own world and lives, and so many of them (fundies) will continue to scream, stomp their feet, and demand that they, and only they, can have the answer because of an old Hebrew text told by word of mouth for thousands of years before finally being put on paper, during captivity by the Babylonian Empire, to be read for thousands more.
To summarize: To deny and prevent the use of the evolutionary sciences will harm humanity as a whole, not only knowledge-wise, but in the very scary realm of disease, pestilence, and death--a very immoral position which places humanity in jeopardy from future problems and issues relating to virus's, bacterium, and genetically destructive mutations. Therefore, if we reduce the ability of sciences to cure, prevent, or treat human causes of suffering over "theologically important" views, an immoral and deadly position has been staked. Ergo, to support evolutionary facts and discoveries, and opposing false sciences based on theological criteria, is the right and moral thing to do.
To quote a pretty well-known Latin proverb, "Unless what we do is useful, glory is vain." Indeed, creationism holds nothing useful, not even to Christians. It will only continue to erode the very "rock solid" foundation they claim to stand on. And while many modern Christians have indeed realized that science is not a threat to their belief (and in fact, many have revised their interpretations of scripture so that they are in fact quite complimentary), whenever something is viewed as "unchanging," it will always get left behind.
And until fundamentalists realize that evolutionary sciences aren't a life philosophy, and are in fact actual truths and laws, the sooner they can give up wasting time fighting it and spend more time loving their neighbors and worshiping their god(s). Anything more would be glory for glories sake, and vanity of the highest order. Anything less would be immoral.
A new year. A new president. A new dog. A new InDesign program.
Change is everywhere. In fact, there’s ninety-seven cents of it in my pocket at the moment. (I just checked.) Granted, not even enough to spend at the dollar store, but it is change, nonetheless.
For me, change begins every year the night of Thanksgiving. After stuffing ourselves full of food, I tend to go home and bring down all my holiday decorations from the attic (which, if truth be told, could also use a little change, but that’s a project for my father’s finely-honed wood-working skills when he finally retires...)
As I figure out what lights work (and don’t work), hang wreaths, and remind myself of all those little things that need done before the family comes over to eradicate the hours spent cleaning my home, I remember the seasons past as I unwrap my great-grandmothers’ ornaments (sans glitter); my aunt Ruth’s hand-crocheted elves (Freddy Kruger-esque); my mothers’ tea set that she purchased the year I was born, decorated with holly leaves and berries and the year "1976" in festive, red lettering (Ahh, the seventies...). My acquisition of these items required change on their part, whether simple changes in decorating taste or something more life-altering, such as a move or a death...
Any type of change creates a past. (Honestly? Puberty creates a past, but I digress...) We can only embrace change if we are willing to say good-bye to something else (and not in a Target sort of way: "Hello, Good-buy, Hello, Good-buy!"), and that isn’t always easy. Whether it be to finally retire that T-shirt from high school, or toss the gaudy wreath my mother-in-law gave me five years ago ("Rich, did you not hear me tell her 'No pink!?' "), or even something as simple as going right instead of left on your way home (I knew I should have taken that left turn in Albuquerque...), change IS good, even if we don’t think it at the time...
As I look forward to the New Year, and the many changes in store both personally and professionally ("What do you mean, we’re upgrading to Quark Five—thousand...?"), I can honestly say while I don’t expect all change to be good or easy, I do expect all change to bring with it memories, a past, and a lifetime I shall never regret living. After all, what good is living life if we never expect to learn or change anything about ourselves? Our homes? Our lives?
As we all gear up for the holidays and the New Year, I want to wish all of you a year filled with wonderful things, and a past filled with wonderful memories. I know none of us can promise that everything that happens will be good, or even best, but inevitably something, somewhere in our lives, will change. And I hope that change brings personal growth, happiness, and all the best that humanity has to give...
Happy holidays, everyone!
Winter holds me prisoner, dear reader. As I stare out at my (mostly) lifeless yard at the grave blanket someone gave the cutesy name of "snow" (it sounds so cuddly, doesn't it?) I dream of walking once again in lush grasses, smelling my flowers, mowing my lawn, watering my vegetables...
