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Archives for October 2005

Last Month In Porn

Sorry I missed this when it ran – three women discussing two books on porn over at Slate. Both the books were authored by women, and at least one of the books has a decidedly feminine slant, so I guess it’s understandable that the people discussing it should be women. But it might’ve been interesting to throw a guy into the mix.

Worst. Halloween. Ever.

Maybe five houses with carved pumpkins. Only a few more with ersatz ceramic jobs. Maybe a dozen other trick-or-treaters. “It’s because of the day of the week,” suggested one candy-giver. Day of the week? It’s Halloween! Are kids so sugar-sated that the chance to score free candy off of strangers isn’t enough to make them finish their homework early and skip Must See Monday television? And because of the shortage of trick-or-treaters, the poor candy-givers were doling it out by the handful. We knocked off well before completing our usual circuit, and still netted nearly twice our standard haul for the four children. We filled both of the biggest bowls in the house. More goods with less spirit. Sounds sadly familiar.

Being Gay Means Being Post-Modern Means Everything Is Whatever

I refer to the moment in which Sam says, “She has Steven’s nose and my lips.” It’s either pure brain-addled sentimentality or else reality-fabricating will-to-truth (the homosexual as super-man! I wonder what Nietzsche would have said). I mean, Sam doesn’t really think that he and Steven both fertilized that egg…that 32 chromosomes plus 32 chromosomes plus 32 chromosomes really could equal 64 chromosomes…does he? If Sam isn’t embarrased by such nonsense, is there not at least one liberal out there (e.g., a scientific liberal, of which there must surely be many) who is? Or does he really think, somewhere deep down, that because he wants it to be so, it is?

But then, why am I surprised? I once had a debate with a co-worker in the presence of our quietly gay supervisor about the relation of will to truth, which ended with me checkmating my opponent (no great feat here) by asking, “Which determines what is true–your choice, or reality?” He grudgingly admitted, “Reality…whatever that is.” But I actually heard my gay supervisor, who had been working facing the other way and feigning not-listening, mutter under his breath: “My choice.”

I wonder if homosexuals ever need therapy.

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A reading from the Lowrie translation of Kierkegaard’s Stages on Life’s Way — continued.

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Doc Webb Has Returned From The Fire Watchtower

…and he’s sobered up. See the previous Doc Webb posting for answers to your health questions.

Deadline: Tomorrow

Or tomorrow, and tomorrow – my editor says he’ll accept delivery on All Souls’ Day.

Here’s a sentence I just read as I tried to edit myself:

“And now, having opened that enormous can of theoretical worms, I’m gonna screw the lid right back on and stick to the storytelling.”

Yes, yes, I know you can’t really screw a lid onto a can – that would be a jar, silly. But let the copyeditor worry about that. I mention the line because it makes me wish I could fill the book with doodled illustrations – just imagine what an opened can of theoretical worms would look like….

T-Muffle v. MoDo…

this is a classic return to form.

Next up: David Brooks as a G-man?

Jesus was a Liberal…

…is what it says on the button my friend sent me.

I get what he was getting at, but I couldn’t help but think of him yesterday at Mass, when Jesus said that the Scribes and Pharisees had taken the seat of Moses, and that people should do everything they said.

Homilies often focus on what comes after – on not being hypocrites who say one thing and do another. I think it’s interesting that Jesus, even as he was unmasking the Scribes and Pharisees for the hypocrites they were, still affirmed their authority to teach, their right to tell people what to do.

It’s Official

Potter, who according to his brother-in-law didn’t properly sink our door knocker (see nationalreviewreview.blogspot.com for more details; works fine by my reckoning) and also hasn’t performed the reconvention is in Spokane tonight with his wife and daughter.

Anyway, this may take a few minutes if you have a large blog (cookies disabled): I am officially reconvening the Korrektiv Summer Reading Klub.