I enjoy a little candy (chocolate and Sweethearts, please) and flowers on that day, but I think that all holidays could use a little less commercialism and consumer gluttony and a little more genuine love and soul-nourishing spirituality. I really liked the ideas put forth in this article, and only regret not being able to share them sooner - so to give us a little more time to implement:
Saturday, February 12, 2011
For the Love of Love - Oh Valentine!
I enjoy a little candy (chocolate and Sweethearts, please) and flowers on that day, but I think that all holidays could use a little less commercialism and consumer gluttony and a little more genuine love and soul-nourishing spirituality. I really liked the ideas put forth in this article, and only regret not being able to share them sooner - so to give us a little more time to implement:
Friday, February 11, 2011
Hello Poland!
I never knew ya'll liked me so much!
Nigdy nie wiedziałem, ya'll lubi mnie tak bardzo!
Witamy na blogu artysty, matki, żony i osoby artystycznej, która nie jest szczególnie interesujące lub wpływowych na niewielkiej wyspie w południowej Vaca USA - Jestem EB. Jezus Cię kocha! Kochasz go? Czy kochasz Spam? Czy miłość hula-obręcze? Kochasz muzykę z różnych odmian? Czy stać się pasją takie rzeczy, jak sztuka, muzyka - i kilka filmów dziwnych i programów telewizyjnych? Czy lubisz brokuły? To musi być, dlaczego znalazł. Pull up krześle, napić się kawy i przeczytać chwilę. Lubię pierogi bardzo.
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Thursday, February 10, 2011
The Dead Have My Interest
I have found a new show to watch now that LOST is off the air. It's called The Walking Dead and it's disgusting and violent and about a zombie plague that has taken over the world. Uninfected people are few and far between, and always under great threat of attack. They must survive by fighting off the undead hoards by gratuitously smashing in, or chopping off the heads of the zombies. Thankfully they are the rather slow lumbering and shuffling sort of zombies, rather than the super fast zombies of more recent zombielore. Slow or not, hordes of them often overpower the living and devour and infect them. Yet, there is more humanity in this show that much of the other fare on TV these days, but you have to get through some guts and gore, to get to it. It's quite gratuitous at times, I have to close my eyes through the really gross stuff.
My favorite episode of the past season is called "Vatos." *Spoiler Alert* If you think you can tolerate this gutsy (and I mean that in the visceral sense) program, and might try watching it read this paragraph no further, just skip to the last one. In the Vatos episode the small group of humans we care about goes to the city to forage and rescue someone from their little band of survivors. They get accosted and have their weapons stolen by what seems to be some hardcore gang-bangers. They follow and confront, just when you think there is going to be a typical showdown, it becomes clear that the gang-bangers are not the hardcore nasty boys they appear to be. They are actually protecting the elderly and feeble residents of a nursing home, who were abandoned once the zombie plague took hold of their city. They are also the good guys. They use the gang-banger ploy as a ruse to protect their group from the increasingly violent surviving marauders that they have run into. The gang leader is revealed to be the former janitor of the home, who stepped up to the plate when the doctors and others abandoned the nursing home residents to protect their own skin. I didn't see that coming and I was so pleasantly surprised how the themes of survival, brotherly love, good, and evil were explored with this fresh kind of twist. The series is full of those kinds of moments and insights.
I have a love/hate relationship with horror. Sometimes it's fun to be scared. My Mom would let us watch (or read) almost anything when we were kids, and I would be afraid for weeks/months after seeing a particularly scary horror movie or reading a book sometimes. I married a dude who likes horror movies. However, after I became a Christian, I felt a great release from those types of fears, though surely some realistic horror movies (Silence of the Lambs?) or even war films can be disturbing. I felt very strong convictions about what I watched or read for many, many years after giving my life to Christ. Horror movies have so much objectionable material in them - obviously violence and gore, but also foul language and nudity most of the time. There is a good argument to be made for Christians to avoid them, particularly those who have an acute sensitivity or are prone to stumble. I believe that some horror movies can explore interesting themes, and even themes that a Christian could find relevant, just off the top of my head I'm thinking about the materialism/consumerism subject in the Dawn of the Dead movie from the late 70s, as well as the themes of motherhood and heroism from Aliens. However, you have to be sensitive to what the Holy Spirit is speaking in your life, and if those good themes are enough to redeem all the blood, guts and mayhem.
Monday, February 7, 2011
just some favorite songs - secular
Blind Melon - No Rain
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Sometimes I daydream that when I get to heaven it will be like when the BumbleBee Girl opens the gates to the beautiful meadow in the Blind Melon video. It's not sane...I know.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Regular People Getting Healthier, and a little Friday funny thrown in for good measure...
Hormonal Imbalance from The Daily Weaving Blog, in which Amy chronicles her struggles and triumphs with an important and often overlooked part of people's health. I say 'people's' health because fluctuating hormones effect both men and women, particularly in middle age. For women it seems to be more pronounced because of the effects of menopausal factors. Since most men have female partners, and consequently have to deal with the effects in that respect, it's beneficial for them to have a rudimentary understanding of those factors. In all fairness though, men also need to have their hormonal levels evaluated.
Sumo Size Back to Judo Size in which Chris chronicles his weight loss and fitness plan. Chris is an old friend of Big Daddy and I, and I remember well when he had a life altering event, which he explains on his blog. That event greatly contributed to his weight gain, along with all the other things many of us in middle age face: balancing marriage, having and raising children, career choices and stress, changes in metabolism, etc.
And now for something completely different:
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Wednesday, February 2, 2011
How Wendy Reads
I have been wanting to write down this brief journal entry for almost a year now. It' a short one, about a single little memory and impression regarding my friend Wendy*. We went to a "girl's jamboree" event with our daughters and their friend. We spent a couple of nights in a dorm room, her bed was next to mine. I was restless, fighting a cold and not sleeping well. I remember dozing off to sleep in the near dark of the room, watching Wendy, because I am a side sleeper. She was quietly laying on her back in the bed across from me. She had a large book, roughly the size of a three ring binder resting across the length of her stomach. The book was face up and open. Her fingers glided in gentle, flowing horizontal lines across the pages, her head resting on her pillow and her face toward the ceiling. As I recall her hands and arms moved with the fluid grace of a dance movement. She was reading in the dark as we all slept. I have never seen anything like that before and it was lovely to behold. I believe she was reading the book of Jeremiah, or another prophet.

Photo by Abigail Parker, used with permission.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Lolita's Daughter
There was a time within my generation (X) and the generation previous (BabyBoomers) where the sexuality and promiscuity of young girls was touted and celebrated. Now the cultural climate is less inclined to do so, even within the art and intelligence minded community. Lolita was published in the 50s and shocked the culture, but we were swayed by the elegant prose, and the insight into that doomed world. Such brilliant words, so elegantly written made the story of something selfish, horrible and pathetic seem almost noble in it's broken and twisted sort of way. If a life such as Lolita's were visited upon someone we knew and loved, and I mean really loved (think platonic or family love, NOT an objectifying sexual obsession), we would be devastated. In today's culture young girls (and boys) are still sexualized, but it's not as openly accepted as high art as it seemed to be back a decade or two ago. These days 'art' like that is most often frowned upon and criticized. Of course, there is internet porn and pedophilia, more prevalent than ever for sure, but not socially acceptable and artfully or openly celebrated as it was in the late 60s-70s-early 80s. If anything, it's considered exploitation and a plague on society, and rightly so.
You might not recall Brook Sheilds' & Nastassja Kinski's early careers, but I do. Girls like them made life for men like Roman Polanski possible. I was among their era and found myself awash in similar but less overt circumstances in those times. We were the willing nymphs in our own de-flowering, but we were too young and too naive to realize it. We were the immediate beneficiaries of the sexual revolution, and we reciprocated in kind. It was a heady time. There was great freedom but very little responsibility and when you don't have both, someone gets hurt.
And really, the down side to the Sexual Revolution, which is now only fully realized in retrospect, is the sexual part of it. The civil aspects of it, equal pay for equal work and equal rights - were the crux of it, and the noble and best part of That Revolution. Sadly that is where our society still lags behind. But we have all sorts of sexual freedom and we have the diseases, the guilt the broken relationships and every ill-gotten aspect of it. We are free to indulge in every dimension of sexual freedom, and I don't think we as individuals, or society is any better or happier for it, in a general sense.
When I was the child, it seemed a good thing to forge ahead into every experience I could imagine and had read about. When I was an adult with children of my own at the very same age as I was when I tried such things, I had a crystal-clear picture of how unready and ill-prepared I really was. It is the height of selfishness for an adult to coerce a child into adult practices of any kind. We realize now that our thinking and decision making brain-parts are not fully formed until our mid-20s. Yet common sense in such matters took a huge slide around that time (70's/80's), and many adults, gladly encouraged the promiscuity of very young people for the sake of freedom. It was not unheard of for some adult within ones sphere of acquaintance to provide the very under-aged with drugs, alcohol and art, either real or questionable, in the form of literature or movies. In times past, it would not have been so widely accepted, and now since that era, it has fallen out of favor. I don't necessarily think all of these 'Svengalis' were purely evil and out to harm, I do think some were naive themselves, still navigating the new cultural and artistic freedoms without the benefit of hindsight. Some were simply misguided, and still some were just sick and perverted.
It has taken me a long time to fully recognize and understand this. When I was a girl, it seemed very hip and very romantic to have the attention of older men. When I was a girl I thought the parents of my friends who permitted them to get drunk and high were wonderful. Still I retained a slight uncomfortable notion, about it. Those situations could be scary and out of control and they could very likely lead to complicated consequences. For me, it has been years of processing all of those things, and dealing with the issues they caused in my life.
Exploitation of all kinds is worse now, with human trafficking and slavery global and more widespread than ever. Yet there are subtle differences. I don't think a movie like Pretty Baby could be made today, or at least have the same kind of universal praise for it's controversial subject, which titillated more than it shone a light on the ugly underbelly of prostitution. There is a great collective frown nowadays from a wide swathe of the population when the underage pretty young stars of our day get too adult and sexy. It seems to hurt their careers rather than help them (Remember Miley and the pole dance, anyone?). Roman Polanski's career has been greatly overshadowed by his controversial illegal activity regarding this subject, and that has probably limited him a great deal, no matter how brilliant a director he is. Brooke Shields disclosed she's on anti-depressants, particularly needing them during postpartum. She has spoken frankly about her body image issues, and one wonders that she might not have had such pronounced issues if she had not been placed on a pedestal of sexual desirability before she was even in high school. Just speculating. It's just not as socially acceptable for kids to have the same kind of early career as she and Nastassja Kinski had. I often wonder how Nabokov's Lolita, if she lived, would have fared in the years after her life with Humbert, and what her opinion and evaluation of her life would be, at different times say in her 20's, 30's 40's and beyond. But of course, Lolita is fiction, and the best kind of fiction in the salacious and seductive world of under-aged sex-goddesses - she died young and stayed pretty and never became a fully grown and fully realized woman.
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