tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-95231622024-03-07T12:30:07.906-06:00Auntie Suzanne Blogs It AllBecause my mind is a banquet and the world should not go unnourished.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.comBlogger468125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-62177945778507940982013-06-23T20:24:00.000-05:002013-06-23T20:27:45.032-05:00Oh Arturio, Prince of the Liturgy CommitteeDuring the prayers of intercession at mass a few weeks back, the very first prayer was a request that all the people of the parish would wake up to the need to protect our "fragile" Earth. The second prayer was a beseeching of God to help the victims of the recent <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2328096/Oklahoma-tornado-2013-Moore-family-die-including-baby.html">devastating tornado</a> in Oklahoma. I doubt whoever's responsible for writing the prayers of intercession got the irony.
Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-7996452470017240182012-02-16T22:20:00.001-06:002012-02-18T19:30:57.156-06:00We're All Bad Catholics Now (...I Wish)If you've never read <a href="http://www.patheos.com/blogs/badcatholic/" target="_blank">Bad Catholic</a>, you should; if you're an occasional reader (like me), you should start checking in more often (as I have this past week.) Of all the enjoyable stuff I've seen there, I don't think anything has given me the pleasure of a simple picture he posted three days ago. After pointing out that, "Your plan backfired, Barry: Instead of painting the Church as ridiculously oppressive, you managed to usher America into <a href="http://www.patheos.com/blogs/badcatholic/2012/02/how-the-catholic-church-became-cool-overnight.html" title="How the Catholic Church Became Cool Overnight">an incredible zeitgest</a>, in which NPR dislikes you and Mike Huckabee can declare “We are all Catholic now,” without being damned to hell thrice over.", he offers this picture:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://wp.patheos.com.s3.amazonaws.com/blogs/badcatholic/files/2012/02/ent.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="134px" src="http://wp.patheos.com.s3.amazonaws.com/blogs/badcatholic/files/2012/02/ent.png" width="320px" yda="true" /></a></div>with the legend, "<em>When any creature that normally takes half a century to form a complete statement starts a united effort to destroy your plans, think twice about your own brilliance</em>." <br />
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Good advice to Saruman, good advice to all the proponents of this horrible HHS mandate.<br />
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How horrible is it? When this came down, I--the queen of mean-spirited pettiness--could not direct even a millisecond of "told you so" schadenfreude toward the bishops who had supported the passage of Obamacare. <br />
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So, inspired by the above and some of Bad Catholic's other recent pics, here's my less-good picture contribution:<br />
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<a href="http://s20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/fensalir/?action=view&current=StThomasMoreprayer.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/fensalir/StThomasMoreprayer.jpg" border="0" alt="St. Thomas More"></a>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-45532713059871528372012-02-15T07:54:00.003-06:002012-02-15T08:39:28.388-06:00Quote of the Week<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
"Old gum has hidden flavors." (<em>Sgt. Frog</em>)</span><br />
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Now that's deep.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-6634893759656139712012-02-10T00:00:00.000-06:002012-02-10T00:00:55.485-06:00Yet More FoodI'm still playing with bread. Earlier this week I made my best loaf yet of "sarah in nyc"'s peasant bread, and yesterday as I was driving home from work I suddenly got the idea to see if the universal bread recipe would make cinnamon rolls. It did. I followed the amount of sugar recommended for sweet doughs, I used milk for the liquid, and I added some butter for the (optional) fat, to make the bread softer. After the first rise, I rolled the dough out into a big rectangle, spread it with 3 Tbsp of softened (nearly melted) butter, and then shook on a mixture of brown sugar (close to a cup, but not packed down) and 4 tsp of cinnamon. I rolled the whole thing up long-ways, sliced it into twelve more or less equal pieces, plus a wonky bit off each end, and then put all the pieces into butter-sprayed baking tins to rise again. After baking, I iced them while they were still warm. <br />
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For the icing, I had some sweetened condensed milk leftover from something else and I didn't want it to go to waste, so I melted it together in a small skillet with two capfuls of vanilla flavoring until it started to thicken up. This was surprisingly yummy in a diabetes-inducing way, but only yielded enough icing for a third of the rolls, so I had to make a sugar glaze for the rest. <br />
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UP and I had a couple each, and the rest have been given away. My mother pronounced them as "like Cinnabon", so I guess they were a success. Besides which the whole house had a warm, sugary smell by the time they were pulled from the oven.<br />
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UP's mother used to serve French onion soup (originally with homemade, later with Campbell's) by putting a thick piece of French bread covered with a slice of Swiss cheese in the bowl before she poured the soup over it. Occasionally UP will get a hankering for this, so I make it maybe once or twice a year. Recently I made a slight twist on this by using thin sliced French bread to make grilled sandwiches. I scooped some onions from the warmed up soup with a slotted spoon and added them to the Swiss cheese in the sandwich. Then, even though I was using a non-stick surface, I added butter to the surface and sprinkled Italian seasoning into the butter so the spices would stick to the bread as the sandwich toasted. Obviously meals don't come any quicker and easier than grilled cheese and canned soup, but this was tastier than the usual grilled cheddar and tomato or vegetable soup. UP said that he definitely wanted to have the same meal again.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-89698139179104242892012-02-05T14:09:00.000-06:002012-02-05T14:09:03.472-06:00This Needs No Further Commentary<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.memecenter.com/uploaded/Stolen-but-i-loved-it_38d013586fbaaaaf84f94f41e54f29d8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245px" sda="true" src="http://img.memecenter.com/uploaded/Stolen-but-i-loved-it_38d013586fbaaaaf84f94f41e54f29d8.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-71262376394382959532012-02-05T14:00:00.000-06:002012-02-05T14:00:49.277-06:00Random ThoughtYou sometimes hear (or used to hear) variations on "Always give a lady what she wants". But you never hear, "Always give a man what he wants." <br />
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There's a mystery there.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-44240344329676456572012-02-05T13:56:00.000-06:002012-02-05T13:56:04.176-06:00More FoodFor much of the past year, I've been working odd hours and letting it affect how I cook. There's been a fair amount of box macaroni and cheese and other convenience foods served here, even frozen entrees because UP doesn't mind heating those up to be waiting for me when I get home. Not the best thing financially, let alone health-wise, and I've been feeling kind of bad about this slipping of standards; when I was young, the only convenience food I would buy was a box of mashed potato flakes once or twice a year (for my husband, who loves m.p. and can't tell much difference between instant and homemade). I can't even do as I used to sometimes do and cook several entrees at once and freeze meal-size portions for the coming month, because I now have a very small freezer space. <br />
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One of the ways I'm working through my guilt on this lately is to make homemade bread. So earthy, so wholesome, so filled with awesome guilt-fighting power. It smells sooo good you just know it means you are still a good homemaker. (Yes, I'm laughing at myself.) I've made several batches of a bread recipe from "sarah from nyc" (her blog is <a href="http://sewnewyork.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">here</a>, but I found the recipe on PatternReview). It's a super easy no-knead bread, that is even easier to make than my favorite <a href="http://auntiesuzanne.blogspot.com/2010/01/cheap-luxury.html" target="_blank">Cuban bread</a> and uses a lot less yeast. Not having one of those cool enamel-covered cast iron Dutch ovens, I make it in a large casserole dish with a glass lid, and it comes out fine. <br />
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I also decided finally to try the Universal Yeast Bread recipe from the latter days of the <em>Tightwad Gazette</em>. Why I never tried it back then, I don't know; I loved the Universal Muffin recipe, quiche recipe, and casserole. (A "universal" recipe is a sort of master recipe that gives you proportions or a sort of outline that you can plug the ingredients you currently have on hand into and have it come out right because the right proportions are there.) The Universal Yeast Bread recipe turns out to be just as good or better than any of those other recipes. I have made it twice so far, once as a honey oat bread (good, although I don't actually like honey-sweetened bread myself) and once an onion bread that made delicious sandwiches as well as being really good on its own. I intend to make it again. It's more work than sarah in nyc's recipe, but I like it and can get a success even with my poor kneading skills.<br />
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While the dough was rising on the first batch, I found the website of someone who's not only familar with the Universal Yeast Bread, but with the others I mentioned, plus a Universal Pilaf recipe that seems to be her own invention. Moreover she's gone to the effort of <a href="http://baskersfunfoods.blogspot.com/search/label/universal%20recipe" target="_blank">posting these on her site</a>, making them really easy to print out and use. I also found a <a href="http://baskersfunfoods.blogspot.com/search/label/universal%20recipe" target="_blank">Mock Alfredo sauce</a> recipe on her site that, if it turns out as tasty as it sounds, will have both me and UP singing her praises.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-11518152864059097342012-01-15T21:51:00.000-06:002012-01-15T21:51:22.091-06:00In Which I Buy Cake MixLast month Uncle Pookie saw and thought he had to have a <a href="http://www.nordicware.com/store/products/detail/pro-cast-castle-bundt-pan/224822CA-7C89-102A-B382-0002B3267AD7" target="_blank">castle-shaped bundt cake pan</a>. (My mistake for showing it to him!) So then he wanted to show off the pan by using it to make cakes for a couple of pre-Christmas gatherings. This necessitated my coming up with something to put in the pan. Because I <a href="http://auntiesuzanne.blogspot.com/search?q=cake+mix" target="_blank">gave up most baking years ago</a>, the only cake recipe I have made enough times to know it's utterly reliable is the Gingerbread Cake recipe from <em>Home Cooking </em>(mentioned <a href="http://auntiesuzanne.blogspot.com/2006/12/reduced-sugar-gingerbread-muffins.html" target="_blank">here</a>) and I didn't want to use that. So something easy and quick that UP could make himself if I didn't have time? Cake mix to the rescue?<br />
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I <a href="http://auntiesuzanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/something-ive-never-understood.html" target="_blank">don't like cake mixes</a>. I'd only ever bought two cake mixes in my life--one bought when I wanted chocolate cake in what was then a bachelor's kitchen (hence no basic ingredients for cake) and another years later when I saw <a href="http://sewing.patternreview.com/cgi-bin/sewingclasses/board.pl?t=6268" target="_blank">this thread on Pattern Review</a> about pie filling cakes and was overcome with a curious desire to try the chocolate cherry version. I couldn't deny that the pie filling cake was easy and just tasty enough to pass muster. So I picked up some mixes and the the resulting cakes were okay--cute as (moderately attractive) buttons, in fact, with maraschino cherries resting in the towers and, on one cake, the door and windows outlined in frosting; the Nordic Ware people make a good pan.<br />
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Now here's the warped part. Afterward I found myself think of this non-event a few times with embarrassment. Apparently, without realizing it, I'd gotten some sort of small charge out of being able to say I'd only ever bought two cake mixes (as if that made me better than anyone who couldn't say it!) and here I'd gone and doubled the number of cake mixes I'd bought. I'd contributed a dessert to a gathering that wasn't homemade, but a mix. Twice! I was disappointed with myself for doing something that isn't remotely a sin or even mildly unethical.; it isn't even socially unacceptable in most places.<br />
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Noticing this, I said to myself, <em>This is stupid</em>, and I went out and did the only thing I could think of: I bought another cake mix. I bought a spice cake one, I mixed it with caramel apple pie filling and an extra spoon of cinnamon, I dotted brown sugar on top of the batter before I baked it, and I served the resulting pieces of cake with a dollop of poor man's whipped cream (Cool Whip). It was pretty darned good. And I'm over whatever the hell was wrong with me.<br />
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What does it all mean? Damned if I know. Probably that I spend too much time on minutiae. Maybe that I'm neurotic. Maybe that I just need more going on in my life. <br />
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Anyway, for anyone who's not subscribed to Pattern Review, here's the recipe:<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">1 cake mix, dry [regular 2 layer size]<br />
3 eggs<br />
1 can pie filling [21 oz]<br />
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Combine ingredients till well blended. Put in greased and floured pan.<br />
Bake at 350ºF. Toothpick test for doneness.<br />
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9 x 13 pan........35-40 min.<br />
10 x 15 pan.......25-30 min. [jelly roll pan]<br />
12 x 17 pan.......20-25 min<br />
12 cup bundt pan.........40-50 min. [Cool in pan 25 minutes before turning over.]</span>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-57838592044782984852011-09-19T19:14:00.000-05:002011-09-19T19:14:18.052-05:00It's the StupidityThe headline "<a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/2011/09/18/us-pornography-peta-idUSTRE78H1IR20110918">PETA to launch porn site in name of animal rights</a>" did not cause me to bat an eye: I'm too used to reports of PETA exploiting women's bodies or comparing having a chicken dinner to exterminating millions of people or doing other disgusting things to gin up some controversy. If I hadn't felt the need for a chuckle, I wouldn't even have clicked. <br />
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And I have to say, I batted an eye this time. <br />
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Not over the idea of porn. Over this: "[PETA] hopes to raise awareness of veganism through a mix of pornography and graphic footage of animal suffering."<br />
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It's the stupidity that gets me. Is PETA the only group of people who can't see the problem with this?! I can. The two other people in my house when I read the news article can. <br />
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So what's PETA's thought process here? <em>We want to end animal suffering. Hmm, how best to go about it...ooh, I know, let's get more people to start associating animal suffering with sexual arousal! </em><br />
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We can't even use the term "unintended consequence" here, because there's generally an expectation that unintended consequences are things that are hard to impossible to predict. This is easy. If enough people look at your porn site and experience a sequence of "porn picture, porn picture, porn picture, animal suffering picture, porn picture", sooner or later some of them will start to be aroused by the animal suffering pictures. And maybe one or two of them will decide to act upon that by making a little more of it in the world. <br />
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I mean, if I wanted to promote Americans putting more of their money in savings, I would start posting pictures online of scantily clad women going into banks with envelopes marked "savings", maybe work my way up to some videos involving women overcome with lust in front of the teller's window as they accidentally overhear the size of the man in front of them's account. Or maybe I'd just some random photos of people making deposits interspersed with a variety of other porn pictures; why go to the work of making themed porn. The point is I'd use sex to promote something I want to happen, not something I want NOT to happen. That's basic advertising. I certainly wouldn't try to get people to associate sexual arousal with the thing I wanted them to stop doing. That's basic sense.<br />
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I'm flabbergasted.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-1230666260293104582011-09-14T22:24:00.000-05:002011-09-14T22:24:14.095-05:00Everyone Should Be a BureacratWhen we moved into our new place, Uncle Pookie decided to get cable. Frivolous and unnecessary, sure, but I'll admit to watching more than I should and to liking the DVR feature. Mostly having television allows us to watch stuff we would have watched on DVD or Netflix streaming anyway, such as catching <em>Burn Notice </em>episodes as they air instead of a season at a time on DVD, but there's a new-to-us show we like called <em>Sons of Guns</em>. It's a reality show set in a gun shop in Baton Rouge. It's interesting subject matter and the owner of the shop reminds us of a friend of ours who died, so we enjoy watching.<br />
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Occasionally while watching the gunsmiths at work, it will cross my mind that these men have the kind of job that modern elites sneer at. <br />
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Every episode the guys at the gun shop are presented with a problem that they need to solve. They then have to use their seemingly vast knowledge of weaponry and tools and mechanics, plus good old human brainpower to figure out how to solve the problem. Then they have to test their solution and modify it as necessary. They are clearly thinking. <br />
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But it's largely manual work, you see: blue collar. A trade. Therefore of little value. There can be no creativity in it or satisfaction. Their school guidance counselors should have encouraged them a little harder to seek white collar work, preferably in the nonprofit world. <br />
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Or not. I touched on the fallacy of manual work being mindless once before <a href="http://auntiesuzanne.blogspot.com/2006/09/recommended-reading-containing-deep.html">here</a>. And I was reminded of this stuff again when I read <a href="http://www2.macleans.ca/2011/08/25/why-your-teenager-cant-use-a-hammer/">"Why your teenager can't use a hammer"</a> today. (Link from a Mark Steyn <a href="http://www.nationalreview.com/corner/276469/why-johnny-cant-figure-out-which-end-hammer-hold-mark-steyn">post</a>, which had an interesting <a href="http://www.nationalreview.com/corner/276502/re-why-johnny-cant-figure-out-which-end-hammer-hold-john-derbyshire">follow up</a> from John Derbyshire, who has been known to describe a particular education fad as the "No American Should Have to Do Manual Work" belief.) It is very interesting reading. <br />
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I'm also reminded by it of a news article last year, which had teachers in England saying that children were arriving at school poorly prepared to do math, because they had spent nearly all their playtime indoors watching screens, instead of manipulating real world objects; a specific example was children today not having the understanding that two differently shaped objects might still have the same volume that children who'd spent time playing with containers in a sandbox would have had. Playing in the dirt or with blocks and crayons instead of handheld game systems or just playing outside the constant oversight of adults for an hour or so turns out to have benefits in muscular development, brain development, and encouragement of independence. The "cotton wool generation" is missing out on a lot of experiences. <br />
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I'm buying my soon-to-arrive nephew a toy tool bench. It goes on the list with crayons and paper and <em>The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.</em>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-15119198318466000672011-08-11T14:19:00.000-05:002011-08-11T14:19:40.799-05:00Left UntriedMy lunchtime reading recently was <em>Left to Tell: Discovering God Amidst the Rwandan Holocaust</em>, a memoir by Immaculée Ilibagiza. The author hid for nearly three months in a tiny bathroom with six other women. There was little food, little water, no bathing; and it was still preferable to what would have been their fate outside. These women were not criminals hiding from the law but members of the wrong tribe in a time when their country had gone mad with hatred and resentment. They were hiding from machete-wielding rapists and murderers who had the full backing of their government.<br />
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While she sat in the bathroom, Ilibagiza prayed all day. And while she prayed, she came to know that God required that she forgive the people who were slaughtering so many of her fellow countrymen and who would kill her if they found her--that the command to forgive our enemies is not just empty words, but a requirement if we are to continue to grow in holiness. By then her closeness to God was the only thing keeping her going, so somehow she did find the will to forgive them (though as you can imagine that was an act that took renewal as further news of atrocities reached.)<br />
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The mind boggles. <br />
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Really.<br />
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I can think of no better illustration of the G. K. Chesterton line, "The Christian ideal has not been tried and found wanting; it has been found difficult and left untried." <br />
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No human acting alone--i.e. without God's grace--could forgive such an enormity. It is hard enough for us to forgive relatively small insults from the petty-minded among our relatives and neighbors, but to forgive the utterly senseless murders of our family and countrymen, having our home burned and the whole course of our life disrupted, being forced to huddle together with strangers in fear of our life for week after week--everything natural in us recoils at this idea. But Christianity requires it. <br />
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I know enough from my own small troubles about how it can feel to rely on God in a time of stress, that I can understand something of the way she was resting in God's presence in that bathroom. No one would want to lose that closeness. So I know why she had to choose forgiveness, but that she actually succeeded at it is an enormous thing to me and I'm sure that this is one of the rare instances in my life when I'm firmly in the majority--utterly normal, fitting right in. <br />
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Forgiveness in a situation like Ilibagiza's would be impossible without God, and many of us would think God is not only cruel to allow the situation but unnatural to expect us to forgive those who caused it. But what's the alternative to forgiveness? Carrying the burden of resentment and hatred and vengeful desires all our lives? Letting the (justifiable) anger go on so long it poisons everything else we have? Letting it all build and grow in the society until it becomes another round of violence, with different names on the victims list?<br />
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So what to do? Forgive. Temper justice with mercy. Seek God. It's all easier said than done (!), and in the end it comes down to each of us in our own heart and head, deciding what to do, whether we will listen to God or to the Evil One.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-52264628224709416552011-07-27T23:13:00.000-05:002011-07-27T23:13:10.270-05:00Random Thoughts***<br />
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Motivation counts for a lot. Even the middle-aged and out-of-shape can move fast when someone in the same room with them looks out the window and says, "Tornado!"<br />
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Think twice before telling God you probably need a big kick in the pants--if it's true, he knows already and saying it in prayer is just asking for trouble.<br />
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Cliches get to be cliches for very good reasons. Having your family come through a dangerous experience unharmed really is the most important thing about the experience, and it really is the case that the best way to appreciate something is to realize you might have lost it. Truisms may be tired, but they're true.<br />
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When you have an unpleasant job to do, it works better to imagine yourself as an Asian (or other) immigrant to the US who is just glad to be here or even to put on the mantle of Christian humility than it does to adopt an attitude of "lazy, entitled, modern American".<br />
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We all arrive at adulthood with our own set of faults, but it seems to me there's few greater failures possible in life than to reach old age and death with all of those faults intact and unmitigated.<br />
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We should all occasionally ask God to help us focus on the beam in our own eye rather than the speck in our neighbor's.<br />
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Anyone who doubts the Eucharist imparts actual grace should compare the ease of dealing with difficult people when they're receiving the Eucharist regularly relative to the times when they weren't.<br />
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Some self-proclaimed Christians say "I've been praying for you" in a way that is suggestive not of actually praying for you, nor even of wanting merely to express polite concern for your well-being, but of contempt. <br />
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At least one of my grandmothers was a teenaged mother and no one gave her an MTV show. Probably because she did the boring, socially responsible thing of getting married first.<br />
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Everyone notices a nun in traditional habit. It's an eye-catching message that "here is something different", a wordless rebuke to worldliness. If they'd known what a great witness their distinctive garb is, surely no nun back in the '60s and '70s would ever have wanted to get rid of their habit.<br />
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Speaking of the '70s, this is my favorite song about the '70s: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BE9fN79Q0-Y">Tom Servo's Haunting Tribute To the Seventies.</a><br />
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Dennis Prager or someone once pointed out that marriage is the only "relationship" that creates new family.* Has anyone pointed out that this can be uncomfortable for your family? Just like with being born, we don't get to pick the people we become related to by marriage--not by the marriage of our relatives, anyway. Considering some of the people our blood relatives can, with a quick trip to a JP's office, make us related to, it's almost enough to make arranged marriages seem appealing.<br />
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* Well, I guess any male-female sexual relationship <em>can</em> create new family, but it does not necessarily do so.<br />
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Sometimes, having your principles meet reality can feel like a car hitting a concrete wall--jolting, even if everything inside is still intact.<br />
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The lyrics to Aretha Franklin's "A Natural Woman" could almost be the theme song for any female Christian convert.<br />
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Re <a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_149695887">a recent </a><em><a href="http://www.gocomics.com/culdesac/2011/07/25">Cul-de-Sac</a> </em>,<em> </em>why DO adults feel the urge to use constructions like "l'il" in kid stuff?<br />
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It's surprising people continue to steal actual CDs and DVDs when it's so much easier and safer to steal the digital version of the same thing.<br />
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The maxi-dresses I see everywhere this summer are better-looking than shorts and are a big improvement over a**-crack and stretch mark-revealing low-rise jeans, but why do 80 or 90% of them have to be accompanied by visible bra straps under their spaghetti straps or rising above their strapless bodice? What's the thought process here: "I'm going to buy a pretty dress and, as the crowning touch when I wear it, I'm going to have my underwear hanging out!"<br />
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***Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-85922379833533506112011-07-19T15:04:00.000-05:002011-07-19T15:04:38.202-05:00Miscellaneous Thoughts About the Last HP FilmI went to see <em>Deathly Hallows Part Two</em> yesterday. This is, arguably, the best of the films. I've never liked the films as much as the books and went to see DH Parts One and Two mainly out of completism. I can't claim to have thought much about it or deeply, but here's some shallow thoughts.<br />
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The pacing was really good. I went to DH2 expecting action but fearing that the necessary backstory and exposition (Snape's story, wandlore, restatement of what the deathly hallows are for people who didn't see the first film) would either bring the film to a stop several times or else would be so nearly eliminated that viewers who hadn't read the books would be left confused. Instead, the movie kept up a good pace and the wandlore and Snape's memories were blended in seamlessly.<br />
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The only thing I think someone who hadn't read the books would have been confused about was the question of who that woman lying beside Remus Lupin was. Yes, filmgoers met her in <em>The Order of the Phoenix</em>, but very briefly and that film was the one that I thought probably was confusing to non-readers. Tonks' romance, marriage, and child with Lupin were pretty much non-existent in the films. There's one or two small things in this film that could have been made more clear (for example, how some of the resisting students were actually living in the Room of Requirement, they weren't just camped out in a hallway) but nothing important.<br />
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I was surprised we didn't see Fred die. The twins were a big enough presence in the films (unlike, say, Percy) that I'd assumed we'd see his death in battle.<br />
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The bit with the "baby" in King's Cross station was more clear than in the book.<br />
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I once remarked that the sixth book was the book where Harry became a man, but DH2 is the film where Harry became a man. From the very start of this one he no longer seems like a boy, but an adult. Presumably it happened while he was burying Dobby. <br />
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Ron seems more grown-up too. The cardboard movie stand-ees at the theater had Ron looking a bit bad-ass, instead of his all-too-frequent goofy befuddlement of the early films. <br />
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They did a good job with the blinded dragon underneath Gringott's. Other visual stuff was good too, as we've come to expect in contemporary movies, but the work on the dragon impressed me and moved me to pity the beast.<br />
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Neville gets to come into his own. We don't get to learn as much about Neville in the films as in the books, but I like Neville and am glad he gets to be a hero in both.<br />
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I wasn't entirely comfortable with McGonagall arbitrarily deciding to lock up the entirety of Slytherin house in the dungeons, rather than giving them a chance to choose their loyalty as individuals. <br />
<br />
Were they implying an incipient romance between Neville and Luna? There was a line from Neville I didn't quite catch, so I'm honestly not sure.<br />
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Unlike some reviewers, I didn't think the job of aging the young actors to portray thirtysomethings for the film's coda was badly done.<br />
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Not everyone was a fan. Moments after the last scene faded I was thinking, <em>well, that's the end of it, </em>and a child piped up behind me, "Yay, it's over." I had to explain to the people I was with why I was laughing. <br />
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The MST3K guys once remarked that at some point in, I don't know, the late eighties maybe, filmmakers started crediting far more people at the end than they ever had before, making the MST3K guys' job harder. Between that and all the special effects people involved in making contemporary films, credits really are getting too long. I entertain myself by looking for interesting names among the scores of credited people; FWIW there are some in DH2's credits.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-33350610194957806432011-07-13T01:48:00.000-05:002011-07-13T01:48:35.488-05:00Long Quote of the Month<div><div>I recently found <em>Crisis Magazine</em>'s <a href="http://www.crisismagazine.com/author/zmirak">archived articles by John Zmirak</a> (of the Bad Catholic guides fame) and have been enjoying them one or a few at a time. A longish bit from one of them--"<a href="http://www.crisismagazine.com/2011/satan-a-tapeworm">Satan: A Tapeworm</a>"--leapt off the screen and right for my brain. Zmirak was saying that it bothered him how many supposedly uplifting Christian movies "are not really “spiritual,” much less Christian; they’re simply bland and inoffensive."<br />
<br />
<blockquote><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-size: x-small;">The Catholic faith is neither. In fact, like really authentic Mexican food<br />
(think habeneros and fried crickets), it is at once both pungent and offensive.<br />
It offends me all the time, with the outrageous demands it makes of my fallen<br />
nature and the sheer weirdness of its claims. It asserts that, behind the veil<br />
of day-to-day schlepping, of work and laundry and television and microwaved<br />
burritos, we live on the front lines of a savage spiritual war waged by<br />
invisible entities (deathless malevolent demons and benevolent dead saints)<br />
whose winners will enjoy eternal happiness with a resurrected rabbi, and whose<br />
losers will writhe forever in unquenchable fire. Sometimes I step back and find<br />
myself saying in Jerry Seinfeld’s voice: What’s with all the craziness? Why<br />
can’t I just enjoy my soup?<br />
<br />
The Church’s heroes, seen from a worldly<br />
point of view, are a pack of self-destructive zealots who embark on crackpot<br />
projects like lifelong celibacy, voluntary poverty, and (worst of all)<br />
obedience; who leave perfectly serviceable chateaus in France to go preach the<br />
Beatitudes to scalp-collecting Indians in freezing Canada; who volunteer to<br />
sneak into Stalin’s Russia precisely because he has imprisoned so many priests,<br />
then spend decades saying secret Masses in labor camps; who open up pro-life<br />
pregnancy centers in crappy neighborhoods so they can talk welfare queens into<br />
having still more babies we’ll have to pay for . . .<br />
<br />
And so on. A<br />
religion like this doesn’t need after-school specials; it needs science fiction<br />
and fantasy, horror films and surrealism to convey the fundamental strangeness<br />
that it believes lies just beneath the surface of day-to-day “reality.”</span> </blockquote><br />
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<br />
And that, my friends, goes a long way toward explaining why I am Catholic. The weirdness is palpable and the stakes are high (the highest) and the witness of those who have gone before is amazing.</div></div>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-3620492707654728742011-07-08T16:28:00.002-05:002011-07-08T17:14:24.222-05:00Tech, Tech Everywhere ...So, the other day I was about to light a scented candle when I suddenly realized I hadn't moved the kitchen matches up from our old house. Well, no problem, I'll just--I'll just--umm...I just stood there foolishly as I realized the problem: no matches, no cigarette or fireplace lighter, electric stove so no open flame, no pilot light anywhere as far as I could tell. There I was, standing in a house filled with high-tech stuff that can cook my food, wash my clothes, help me exercise my body, communicate over long distances, and entertain me sixteen ways from Sunday, but I <strong><em>can't make fire</em>.</strong><br /><br />It seemed a very Chestertonian moment somehow.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-67283398634257082112011-06-22T20:35:00.006-05:002011-06-23T14:39:59.316-05:00Knowledge Is/n't PowerI just recently finished the sixth and final installment of Jean Auel's Earth Children series, and I've concluded it's a subversive book. No, not because it takes place on an Earth more than six thousand years old, not because it depicts goddess worship in a pre-Christian world, nor because it imagines our ancestors interbreeding with Neanderthals. Not even because the first book has multiple rapes of a very young woman and the subsequent books include numerous and often detailed sexual encounters. All of that's fairly passe these days, and part of this book is definitely (though perhaps unintentionally) hitting a very contemporary sacred cow.<br /><br />As Ayla is nearing the end of what I'll call her shaman training she gets her "call" (visions) and, as part of this, receives supernatural confirmation of her long-held theory that it's sex with a man that creates new life in a woman's belly. Her superior decides they must reveal this information to their people, despite the inevitable social change it will cause. Ayla thinking about this afterward considers that the knowledge will empower women: once women know babies are made by sex, they can, when it would be inconvenient or undesirable for them to get pregnant, refrain from sex.<br /><br />Now that's a subversive idea.<br /><br />We've been hearing since the '80s that, while knowing about contraception is good, knowing what causes babies can in no way affect our behavior. People who know full well where babies come from can not be expected to refrain from that activity just because they can't support a baby, aren't married, have important goals that would be hindered by a baby at this time, etc. Knowledge is <em>not</em> power when it comes to sex and babies. That's been the message for at least half my life.<br /><br />I guess Ayla, being a cave woman, was too dumb to know that.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-31526715641738957132011-03-13T19:54:00.008-05:002011-05-25T12:54:41.552-05:00Blog on HiatusI know I don't blog all that frequently anyway, but I thought I'd post to say that, due to some major disruptions in our life (largely nature-induced), this blog is going to be on hiatus for several months, minimum. I feel bad mentioning my own troubles when there is so much suffering going on in Japan right now, but if anyone who reads this blog feels so inclined, I would appreciate prayers, even if I never know about them in this life. My husband and I are both alive and well (the most important thing!) and already have been on the receiving end of much kindness from friends and family, but it's going to be some months before we get things sorted.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-21967366573459079682011-02-13T13:28:00.018-06:002011-02-28T09:26:13.662-06:00Random Thoughts<p></p>***<br /><br /><p>If the sizes above size 14 are called plus sizes, why aren't the sizes below 14 called minus sizes?</p><p>*** </p><p>When I was young I had a button that said "I read banned books." Nowadays I think that message of rebellion would be better replaced with "I draw inappropriate stick figures."</p><p>***<br /></p><br />If there's a spectrum of autism and Aspergers, then shouldn't there also be a spectrum of normality with some people who are technically "normal" (i.e. don't have Asperger's), but who aren't quite "neuro-typical" either?<br /><br />***<br /><br />Microwaves are a great convenience, but no microwaved spaghetti and meat sauce has ever tasted as good as skillet re-warmed spaghetti.<br /><br />***<br /><br />In the autumn I'm grateful to have days with a high temp in the seventies, but in the spring a high of 74 or 75 is just a harbinger of the <strike>horrors</strike> heat and humidity to come.<br /><br />***<br /><p>Isn't a "No Trespassing" sign on a fence kind of redundant?<br /></p><br />*** <p>My favorite typo in the world is "Viola!", frequently seen where "Voila!" was the clear intention. There's just something so wonderfully capricious about crying "Viola!" to present something with a flourish. The only way it could be bettered would be to use "Petunia!" instead.</p>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-44336558127451913052011-01-29T16:44:00.004-06:002011-01-29T17:21:59.872-06:00I *love* pot roast!Sometimes things can be found in the strangest places.<br /><br />Uncle Pookie and I recently watched <em>Freaks and Geeks </em>for the first time. It's a shame we missed it when it was on TV because it's easily the best TV show about high school ever <em>(Buffy </em>is a contender but goes past high school)<em>. </em>Fortunately, the whole series is now available on DVD and well worth watching.<br /><br />So is it just me or is there a great depiction of traditional, Christian marriage near the end of episode 10? See the scene I'm thinking of in <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vlj0TNC0v5s">this Youtube clip</a>, beginning around the 3:25 mark. The setup for the scene is that, encouraged by another parent, the father and mother of our main characters secretly read their daughter's diary. They find no evidence of the kind of wrongdoing they feared, but they do learn their daughter thinks of them as boring bourgeois automatons. This upsets the mother, who starts trying to make some changes to their routine.<br /><br />It's the Christian ideal of leadership--maybe a bit of chivalry too--given expression by a Midwestern, sporting goods store owner on a show with the word "freaks" (i.e. burnouts) in the title. Unexpected, but sweet.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-34406494937961039552011-01-28T20:07:00.005-06:002011-02-04T16:09:47.673-06:00A Story for Corpus Christi--Really EarlyA while back, while returning from a trip to the coast, my husband and his friend were talking geek stuff and my mind was wandering somewhere far outside the car window, when it suddenly came back inside just in time to catch the tail end of a mini-rant from our friend on comics or <em>Transformers </em>or something: "The main problem I have with it is they should have paid more attention to it. I mean, he basically <em>ate God. </em>You can't do that and not have it affect you!" My husband looked over (at least his voice sounded as if he looked over) and said, "You should become Catholic."Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-62942302217071896452011-01-28T19:59:00.005-06:002011-02-04T15:50:19.561-06:00Quote of the MonthI've been rereading <em>Lord of the Rings</em>, something I wish I'd done years ago (I did listen to a big chunk of the <em>Fellowship</em> audiobook a while back ), as it seems better than it did when I was in high school. Despite the annoying tendency of movie images to invade my mind from time to time, it's been really enjoyable so far. <em>The Two Towers</em> especially so, as it seemed to tear along at a surprisingly fast pace compared to the other two books. Here's my quote of the month, taken from it:<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">'...How shall a man judge what to do in such times?'</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">'As he ever has judged,' said Aragorn. 'Good and ill have not changed since yesteryear; nor are they one thing among Elves and Dwarves and another among Men. It is a man's part to discern them, as much in the Golden Wood as in his own house.'</span>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-14740652730920197332011-01-03T17:01:00.002-06:002011-01-03T18:28:02.414-06:00An Easy Resolution For UsOkay, so it's January 3rd and pretty much everybody who was going to make a New Year's resolution has already made one or given up on the idea or both. But in the unlikely idea there's anyone still looking for an idea, might I suggest something: praying before meals (aka saying grace, asking the blessing), even if you're in public.<br /><br />I live in the Bible Belt, a part of the country whose religiosity is apparently so intense as to offend people on the East and West Coasts, and I have hardly ever seen prayer in restaurants, cafeterias, and such. As a child I, like most of my classmates, was taught to pray before meals at home; it's often the first prayer people teach their children. But for the most part we didn't pray before meals in public areas. (Church gatherings would be an exception here.)<br /><br />People who I knew were church-goers and who I'm pretty sure prayed before meals in their homes never seemed to do so in public. It's almost as if it were taboo to pray in public, but most of the people I grew up with were proponents of prayer in the public schools, so there goes that theory.<br /><br />I figure skipping the before-meal prayer in public is either habit or they're too embarrassed to actually do it.<br /><br />What's to be embarrassed about? I can only call recall a couple of instances where I definitely saw someone who was alone pray before a meal in a public area and both times I thought better of them, although I was not a practicing Christian myself. Once was when I was a teenager in a MacDonalds and a man who was obviously a drifter of some sort sat down with his meal and began to address his Heavenly Father so loudly that pretty much everyone turned to look. I don't recommend this, but I thought no worse of him for it.<br /><br />The other was when I saw an older woman at my workplace sitting with her lunch in the employee lounge bow her head and move her lips in silent prayer before she began eating, and I thought, "Good for her". She was a nice lady and as far as I could tell she always prayed like that, whether she was eating alone or with others. I loved that she didn't compromise her beliefs just because she happened to be in public.<br /><br />Gratitude is the fundamental religious instinct. Even people with no religious training--or who have rejected what they received--feel the need to give thanks at times. It's an instinct worth nurturing. "Ungrateful" is an insult in every part of society. That's the reason a before-meal prayer is often the first prayer people teach their toddlers, right along with the "please" and "thank you" they're teaching them to say to humans. Those expressions are not empty ones.<br /><br />An article in a pagan magazine I saw a long time ago said that "please" and "thank you" are actually manifestations of a profound truth: <em>noone owes you anything</em>. Noone owes you, so when you ask for something, you acknowledge that by asking nicely. Noone owes you, so when they give you something, you express gratitude; they didn't have to give it to you, but they did.<br /><br />If we say thank you to the stranger who tells us what time it is or a friend who passes us a cup of coffee, how much more should we say it to God, the one who gave us everything? If he gave you the intelligence to get yourself to the restaurant and earn the money to pay for the meal and the good fortune to live in a country where there's abundant food to buy, why not a little <em>thank you</em>, even if there are people around who might see and suspect what you're doing. If you're Catholic, cross yourself afterward and let 'em see. It might remind them to think about the things they're grateful for.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-26317097320168209412010-12-19T16:33:00.008-06:002011-01-03T16:52:55.178-06:00Random Thoughts***<br /><br />Religion is not for perfect people who don't have to try, but for imperfect people who are willing to try.<br /><br />***<br /><br />The correct way to eat spice drops: separate out all the white and all the purple or black ones to give to me, then choose what you like from the rest.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Hmm...an Asian-American makes a live-action movie from a cartoon series set in a fictional world composed of people who all belong to one of "four nations" (some of whom live at the South Pole!) and to portray these fictional peoples he chooses to use actors from a variety of real-world countries and ethnicities ... yeah, that makes me assume racism all right. Hell, it's right up there with apartheid.<br /><br />***<br /><br />There are times I wonder if I'm out of step with my fellows (fellow women, fellow Americans, fellow contemporaries, fellow humans), then there are the times I know I am.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Leaving aside perhaps a few percentage points worth of people differently configured emotionally, it seems every man deep down really wants the approval of the woman in his life.<br /><br />***<br /><br />I don't want to take away any of the blame owing to addle-pated theorists, but maybe part of the reason substituting "gender" for "sex" caught on in middle America was that people were tired of the joke <em>"Sex?" "Occasionally."</em><br /><br />***<br /><br />Sometimes I think if I hear one more person refer to pants and skirts that sit at the natural waist as "high-waisted", my head will explode.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Does any compliment other than "sexy" exist any more? Girls and women used to be pretty or beautiful, charming, sweet, smart, good. Now they're sexy. They wear sexy clothes, have sexy hair, engage in sexy pursuits (reading is sexy, knitting is sexy, etc.), and sometimes have sexy livelihoods (librarians are sexy). Nothing else exists.<br /><br />***<br /><br />A trip to the grocery store reveals prunes are now called dried plums and high fructose corn syrup is now corn sugar. If people have a problem with your product (e.g., giggle at its reputation for having mildly laxative properties or think it's a cheap and unhealthy substitute for sugar), just rename it. After all, changing the name changes the thing. Just ask KFC.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Maybe if older women had more grandchildren to hold there would be fewer spoiled rotten little dogs and doll collections.<br /><br />If young women had babies younger, there'd definitely be fewer chihuahuas in skirts.<br /><br />Maybe the main beneficiaries of delayed childbearing are small dogs.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Sometimes I wonder how many people around me (here in the Bible Belt, in a country where something like 89% of the population still self-identifies as Christian) have actually read the Gospels, let alone the rest of the Bible. Believer or not, you can't consider yourself an educated Westerner if you don't have at least a basic familiarity with the Bible, but I'm not sure the average American has it anymore.<br /><br />***<br /><br />I never seem to hear anyone say "damn" or "damn it" any more. But "f---" is everywhere.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Parades must be strange experiences for the two and three year-olds that get taken out to see them. At a time when you might ordinarily be getting ready for bed, you inexplicably get taken out to a public street to stand around in a crowd and wave at people going by in fancy getups. You're allowed to stand in the edge of the street, perhaps encouraged to make little dashes into it between floats. And your parents, who ordinarily tell you not to eat anything that's fallen on the floor, are picking up candy from the ground and giving it to you.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Are Americans collectively forgetting how to use nouns? Everywhere I look it's "bringing back sexy", "bring on the awesome", "how to create sexy", "she delivers the cute", "keep your normal off me" ...<br /><br />***<br /><br />Many prayers could be summed up as followed: Oh God, please don't let me experience the normal, natural, and wholly predictable consequences of my freely chosen actions!<br /><br />***<br /><br />A lot of Anglo-Americans find it weird that Mexicans and Americans of Mexican heritage will name their sons Jesus. But a lot of Anglos name their daughters Christi (or Christie, Christy, Kristi...). It only takes about two seconds of thought to see that is clearly weirder.<br /><br />***Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-16740058598654197262010-07-22T15:08:00.009-05:002010-07-22T15:44:31.670-05:00US to Kenya: Kill Your Offspring, Reap RewardsThere was a <a href="http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2010/07/21/gop-lawmaker-blasts-white-house-m-spent-kenya-constitution-vote/?test=latestnews">news story</a> this morning about the White House spending 23 million dollars of taxpayer money trying to get Kenya to legalize abortion in their new constitution. Leaving aside the fact that it's against US law to lobby for (or against, I think) abortion in other countries, what do we get out of this? Seriously, what is in it for us? I know Washingtonians don't consider $23million to be much money--not when it's other people's money, just "tax all you want, they'll make more"--but I'm still old-fashioned enough to think you should get something for your money and I want to know what we, the people, get out of this.<br /><br />Kenya is a poor nation. If they have large reserves of natural resources we want to buy from them or if they are somehow strategically important to us in some way, I don't know about it. Now, there's a whole lot of things I don't know, so maybe they <em>are</em> important to US interests in some way that it behooves us to make friends with them via monetary gifts.<br /><br />But, if so, could somebody please tell me how the #&!% do you diplomatically spin a gift like that?<br /><br />US: <em>Kenya?</em><br />Kenya: <em>Yes?</em><br />US: <em>We think there are too many Kenyans. If you would take steps to ensure that in the future there won't be so many of you, we could slip you some money on the quiet to show our appreciation. In fact, here's a little to get the ball rolling.</em><br />Kenya: ...<br /><br />Here's a question for a WH press conference: Mr. President [or Mr. Press Secretary], does this administration have a problem with all African babies, or only Kenyan babies? Inquiring minds want to know.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9523162.post-79280297238291314892010-07-21T23:02:00.005-05:002010-07-22T14:54:02.435-05:00Robin HoodA few weeks ago Uncle Pookie and I watched <em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0029843/">The Adventures of Robin Hood</a></em>--that's the 1938 film with Errol Flynn. Despite watching <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robin_Hood_Daffy">Daffy Duck</a> and Bugs Bunny in parodies of it when we were children, neither of us had seen the original. And I have to tell ya--Technicolor-look or not, lack of gritty realism or not--it beats the pants off the later Robin Hood films. Kevin Costner's Robin Hood couldn't have gotten an IT team to follow him if he offered free doughnuts, but it's easy to see why men followed Errol Flynn. Flynn's Robin Hood was charismatic, as a man leading a rebellion/guerilla movement in the woods needs to be. The whole movie is just plain fun.<br /><br />My only regret is not to have seen it when I was eight. I would have loved it and spent hours afterward swashbuckling with a pretend sword. And I was a girl! Imagine how much fun a little boy who'd seen it would have. (Assuming he's not already jaded from years of video games and the cynical, crude, and oh-so-ironic programs and commercials on contemporary TV.)<br /><br />Another, small thing about <em>The Adventures of Robin Hood </em>is that they remembered something I've been saying for years: Merrie Olde England was Catholic England. Religion is treated more respectfully here than it would be in any contemporary film. Yes, the Cardinal is in cahoots with Prince John and Friar Tuck is a hothead, but Friar Tuck is on the side of the good guys, at the beginning we see a priest or monk shown among the few willing to stand up to the oppressive Normans, and Robin Hood recruits Friar Tuck because he's out looking for a priest to tend to his men's spiritual needs. There's a few "by'r Lady"s scattered in there. More important, when the Merrie Men want to determine whether Maid Marian is really sincere, they ask her to swear by Our Lady--clearly, a serious oath to them.<br /><br />No, this isn't a religious film; it's not even a serious film. It's just lighthearted fun from a time when religion was considered a normal part of life (there in the background, even if it wasn't up front) and Hollywood didn't automatically sneer at religious people, and which happened to depict a time when England was still Catholic.<br /><br /><br />If you're still with me, here's a little more Robin Hood fun from <em>The Real Mother Goose, </em>copyright 1916 by Rand McNally & Company:<br /><br /><br /><strong>Robin Hood and Little John</strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Robin Hood, Robin Hood,</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Is in the mickle* wood!</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Little John, Little John,</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">He to the town is gone.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Robin Hood, Robin Hood, </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Telling his beads,</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">All in the greenwood</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Among the green weeds.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Little John, Little John,</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">If he comes no more,</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Robin Hood, Robin Hood,</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">We shall fret full sore!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">* mickle = big<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"></span>This rhyme was accompanied in the book I have with a fullpage illustration of Robin hood kneeling before a cross praying his rosary (i.e. "telling his beads"; "beads" refers to the physical beads of the rosary, but also to the older "bede", meaning prayer). You can see a small version of this picture online <a href="http://www.fidella.com/trmg/TRMG2.html">here</a>.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471964987695641872noreply@blogger.com0