Saturday, September 14, 2013

Fragments For Rent

We had just finished dinner tonight and it was the fourth quarter of the Texas A&M-Alabama game when my 7-year-old daughter started rooting against the Aggies. I told her if she didn't stop she wouldn't be getting dessert.  Does this make me a terrible dad or a true Aggie? I vote both. And, yes, she stopped because she knows better to call my bluff.

Am I sad the Aggies lost? A little. I figured their defense was pretty terrible so I expected a loss but was hoping against reality most of the game (especially after being up 14-0). Very happy they came back to make it respectable. Besides, I was cured from Battered Aggie Syndrome (BAS) last year and I did not relapse today.

I am working on two long posts at once. I have few more posts already planned in my head. I bet you are so PUMPED about that. I am.

Ready for the fall weather to start. Texas sucks sometimes. Actually, a lot of the time but don't remind me.

I had one of those Aerosmith songs stuck in my head a few weeks back (I can't remember if it was Amazing, Cryin' or the other one). So I ended up watching the whole Alicia Silverstone trilogy videos. Man, such great videos.  Brought back memories of staying up late in my room, hoping the videos would come on because Silverstone looked so cute and well, truthfully, they are a great songs. Go ahead and look them up on YouTube. I'll wait.

Well, what's the point of talking about it without pictures? I always used to cringe at that belly button piercing scene. I have  this weird thing about not wanting anyone to touch my belly button. Just found out I have a slight case of Omphalophobia, the fear of bellybuttons, or more exactly of people touching my bellybutton. Just a slight case though, I can't say I would get nauseated if someone touched mine, I just get really uncomfortable. Happy to know I am not the only weirdo in the world.  
 
Ok, are you back?

Ahem...

I had a dream last night that I was in line at a greet-and-meet with Weezer to promote their "new album" that doesn't exist entitled "Strange Children" (not too shabby a title if I may say so myself). I was in line with two pals of mine and I was basically a whole douche as I was talking trash about modern Weezer and how much better they used to be.

ADOLESCENT GOLF MEMORY FLASHBACK TIME

I watched the A&M game at my folk's house and during a commercial my Dad checked in on some golf tournament. One of the dudes flipped his club on the ground after a bad shot. This brought back my memory of playing a par-3 golf course when I was 13.  Why was I playing golf? I dunno maybe it was my idea of REBELLION at the time. My friend Adam and I borrowed our dad's clubs and Adam's mom dropped us off one Saturday morning.  After two or three holes, I missed a gimmie putt and I pounded my putter into the green about four times.  To be fair, it might have been five.

Of course the owner just happened to be driving by in a golf cart and he lays into me. "How could I do this? Why didn't I have self-control?", etc. etc. He went on to say if he knew any better "he ought to kick us off his course". In fact, as I remember it, it was this mention in his tirade that gave him the idea to kick us out. And there we were, expelled from a golf course because I threw a tempter tantrum on the 3rd hole.  Adam had to call his mom to pick us up and we started walking down the road before she got there because we were just too embarrassed to stick around any longer.  I don't think I ever told my parents because I knew I would get in trouble. 

Ta-Ta for now.  Here's a racist Superman cartoon from the 1940's because, you might be a history teacher and want to show the kids what it was like back in the day. Either that or you're a racist.



Sunday, August 18, 2013

Poem Post: Life Goes On

Poetry Disclaimer: There's a good chance you will think this is lame but even if I thought it was the bee's knees I would still put this disclaimer up to lessen your expectations. This one was written in 2003. Also, I realized I am getting close to my 200th post. Flowers and balloons are welcomed on that joyous day.


Life Goes On
Forgotten dishes in the cupboard
...gathering dust...
now home to the spider and her webs.
Years roll by, events come and go,
we forget and postpone.
She who spins is thankful.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

The Formula to my Faith



Because nobody asked and there is no demand, here it is. A percent breakdown of how my patch-work faith is put together I  created while sitting at a child's birthday party under black lights.  

25% - Traditional Christianity   - I am an unabashed liberal in so many areas of my life but when God and Jesus are reduced to symbols…it bothers me. Some say these events really didn’t happen or that they are symbolically true…there may even be some truth in that. However, I believe in the historical accuracy of most of what is the recorded in the gospels (with some obvious examples of inclusions in the text). I believe Jesus actually defeated death and rose again…. otherwise, why am I doing this?  

25% - Liberal Christianity – While I am pretty traditional in my beliefs surrounding the gospels, everything else gets complicated.  I don’t believe everything literally happened in the Bible (nor do I think the author’s original intent in many cases was that it was supposed to be understood in a literal sense).  On the other hand, I don't believe everything is patently false either. I believe in evolution, I don’t believe in hell, I have problems with Paul, I am fine with women leadership and practicing homosexuals in the Church.

17% -Kierkegaard's Understanding of Faith – Faith and reason are not reconcilable in my book. There’s no need to attempt to do so, it only makes us look silly. Also, just because I don't understand 50% of what he writes doesn't mean I can't dig his concepts. 

12% - Historical Criticism – Some may claim foul here. I mean, this isn't a reason why I believe but without this tool in the tool chest, I wouldn't be a believer. We must put an ancient text in its historical context of culture and possible author motivations. Otherwise, we simply won’t understand the text clearly..  If the Bible is only understood “as is” it’s not half as impressive and you’re missing out on it’s true beauty.   

10% - Cosmological Argument – Look, it’s not convincing to some, but for me, it works.

5% - Pascal’s Wager – I mean, it makes sense. Besides, it's a fun little story. 

3% - Personal Experience - There have a been a few times that seem too good to be chance events. On the other hand, one can fool one’s self very easily.

2%  - Ontological Argument – eh, only here because an agnostic that I respect said it was the most convincing argument he had heard. That’s how much I respect him.  

1% - Hope in things unseen – Well, hope is a beautiful thing now isn’t it?
 
Well, there's this too but just wanting something can't make it true, nor would it be a good reason to believe in something. There's a lot of research that shows genetic predisposition to believe in religion (or not to believe).  I think my brain is split down the middle on that one.


That's all party people, keep it real and keep working it 'till the cows come home. 

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Saturday Night Special: that dog

that dog seems like a band that should have been huge in the 90's.  Cute girls who played catchy power pop (yes, I know the drummer is a dude, but you know, he's the drummer).  This shouldn't have been complicated.

Maybe the band should have had a better name than "that dog" (not capitalized, of course). The name just sucks. It's so unfair or not, intriguing band names make it easier to send you over the top (I always thought Green Day had the right sound at the right time - it's another terrible name).

Maybe if the band wasn't so sunny, so cute, or if the girls didn't brush their hair so nice (think Sleater-Kinney).

People had already turned on Weezer by 1997 so maybe there was little patience for a female version of the same.

Maybe if they were over-the-top-lipstick lesbians they could have been sold to the public better. Or maybe their possible "big break" album Retreat from the Sun was a little too clean and was clearly a year or two too late as the industry was shifting to ska bands and (pardon the French) the shitty second wave of nu-grunge (Creed, Bush, Our Lady Peace, etc.)

Whatever it was, that dog should have been huge (or at least an indie-darling) but they weren't. Here's the lead single from Retreat from the Sun, "Never Say Never".

 Enjoy...

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Random, Oh, So Random Fragments


In a weird mood, lots of ideas, kinda tired, so, UR N LUCK. This is my most random post ever.

It's almost my birthday.  After 30, birthdays are just reminders you are going to die, but with cake.

Most memorable birthdays:

6 (Saw Return of the Jedi with friends)
10 (Water ballons)
20 (surprise party)
21 (no comment)
27 (birthday in China with massive firework like candles)
30 (big party with friends and family)
35 (had two birthdays in one day, because as we flew, the date changed)

A few weeks back during the NBA Finals my friend mentioned I would probabley be an atheist if I hadn't been brought up in a strong Christian home.  Pretty much, yeah.

Reading about Chinese Muslims lately  - do you know there are 20-30 million Muslims in China?  Crazy, man.

Found out  one of my favorite Chinese people in history, Zhen He was a Muslim as well.  I had NO IDEA. NOT A ONE. World class sailor. Bro delivered African animals back to the Emperor.  NOAH'S ARK STYLE. Also, for the record, other favorite Chinese people in history are: Confucius, Monks/Dudes that wrote Dao De Jing, and my most favorite, the underrated, Mozi Yeah, I know, STEREOTYPICAL list. Sue, me.  I also LOVE THE BEATLES. 

I wish I had the fortitude or attitude or something to become a vegetarian. The truth is I like meat too much. Still cutting back though...

We had a bunch of roaches in the house (I know, gross). So sickening. We called the "bug guy" and it was like 150 bucks, suddenly, the roaches didn't seem as gross - just spraying with the over the counter stuff.

 If I had to pick one kind of food I could eat for the rest of my life (Americana, Italian, Mexican, etc.) I would go with Chinese.  SO MANY OPTIONS. By the way, I am unsure who invented Lazy Susans, but he/she should be honored. I wish I could eat on a table with a Lazy Susan every meal.

Childhood Memory Flash
My Dad would play pool sometimes on Saturday mornings if my Mom went shopping. I would go and hang out in the arcade area while my Dad played pool. I was lucky if my Dad gave me a buck or a few quarters so I stared a lot at screens, pretending to play. I remember loving Mappy because of the cool cartoons and artwork.  That game was so CRAZY hard. If you were under the age of 8, it was like throwing your quarter in the trash. So cruel.

Favorite Piano Songs:

The one played over and over on The Sting
Everything on Charlie Brown Christmas 
Moonlight Sonata 
Any slow song my wife plays on our piano in the house

I hate those restaurants where they charge you for chips and salsa. Especially if it's a Tex-Mex place, that's on OBAMACARE right there.

I like bean dip. Its probably horrible for your health and likely has no real beans in it, but it's sooooo good.

I used to like baseball as a kid, then I thought it was boring, now the very thought of watching it on TV sends soccer-like shivers down my spine.

OK, that's all lovely folks.  So, in hobbit-like fashion (as traditionally hobbits provide gifts for their friends on their birthday) here are some pics I found recently:






Monday, July 15, 2013

The Problem with Truth

What is truth?

Lately the question has been kicking around in my life, so here I find myself typing out my thoughts.  When it comes to truth, I am no relativist.  I have little patience for those folks who believe all opinions, religions or cultures are all “equal” or “the same”.  I mean no one is stopping you from believing that way, but it’s just plain lazy.  

On the other hand, I think the Buddhist/Hindu/Jain story informs my point of view as well.The story goes like this… there were once six blind men that were taken to an elephant and asked to describe what an elephant was like. 

I know this looks and sounds like a mean fraternity prank.

Each of the six men had a different description of what an elephant was based upon where they stood in relation to the elephant. The man at the trunk was convinced an elephant was like a huge python, the man at the tusk believed an elephant was like a spear, the guy at the ear thought it was like a fan, etc., etc. Of course the point of the story is that none of the men were completely right and none of them were completely wrong. They each had a part of the truth but not the full truth. 

For Hindus, the "truth" (and for that matter, God) is too subjective (or in God's case incomprehensible) for anyone person to claim they can see the whole truth. Most people are like those blind guys, believing they know what the elephant is.  

When Buddha was asked by people what truth was, he was said to have been silent. Jesus was also silent when Pilate asked him what the truth was.  Maybe the question is just a big trap question. Maybe the truth about truth is that it's like the Tao, once you name it, you’ve lost it. 

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I am a Christian, so in theory, I am supposed to have a clue about the truth. On Sunday my pastor had a whole sermon on truth and Christianity. One of his points was that good, sincere people can be wrong about their beliefs.  One example was about  the woman who believed she could survive like a plant, off of only sunshine and water.  Yes, the story was true. 

In this particular case the woman was proved wrong by the simple fact that she almost died (she had to end her little experiment).  As silly and disturbing as her truth claim was, it could be verified in the here and now. She could be proved right or wrong.  

The "truth" is, religion kinda sucks as a truth claim.

Not too long ago, we had a visit from some Mormons in our house. They came by while I was doing yard work, so I set up an appointment with them the following week. After about 40 minutes about talking about the cross, Joseph Smith and the Book of Abraham, I finally asked them how they knew they were "right". One of them replied that they had prayed about it and they felt God had given them confirmation of the truth of The Book of Mormon. This is a standard Mormon line. They feel it's true, so therefore, it's true.

I asked him if he thought the Islamic terrorists "felt" they were "right".  He replied that yes, he thought that they believed they were following "God's will". If religion's truth is based on how you as an individual feel about it - isn't this a problem?  Even if I move beyond my "gut feelings" and I put my trust in the Bible, a church, a pastor, etc., you are still no better (although you might be better informed). Any given church may have misrepresented, mistranslated or even misunderstood "God's will" thus muddying the water even more.

This brings me to the idea of unfalsifiable beliefs. This is best explained by John Wisdom's Parable of the Invisible Gardner:

 "Two people return to their long neglected garden and find, among the weeds, that a few of the old plants are surprisingly vigorous. One says to the other, 'It must be that a gardener has been coming and doing something about these weeds.' The other disagrees and an argument ensues. They pitch their tents and set a watch. No gardener is ever seen. The believer wonders if there is an invisible gardener, so they patrol with bloodhounds but the bloodhounds never give a cry. Yet the believer remains unconvinced, and insists that the gardener is invisible, has no scent and gives no sound. The skeptic doesn't agree, and asks how a so-called invisible, intangible, elusive gardener differs from an imaginary gardener, or even no gardener at all."

This parable brings up some problems for all religious believers, as faith can’t be verified. It cannot be proved true (or false) in our lifetime.  One could say that some Christian claims might be able to be "proved" wrong by a discovery of an ancient artifact. However, many believers might question the authenticity or realiablity of any discovery thus undermining this claim of falsifiability. 

While falsifiability does prove to be a problem for the veracity of any truth claim, I don't think it sinks all religions. If the religion's truth claims can be proved likely to be not true at all (i.e. Mormonism) then, you have a clear case for disbelief.  However, I would posit that if God exists, a level of mystery would be needed in order to retain the moral free agency of people. Either way, I do find problems with discovering what the “truth” is from any religion’s point of view.

All this week I kept thinking about why my pastor’s sermon rubbed me the wrong way. What’s the problem with stating that Christians have “the truth”? I mean, I am a Christian after all, don’t I believe my own faith?

I guess that’s what it comes down to – faith.  For me, faith is ultimately a call for the believer to stop trying to answer what the “truth” is. Because once our faith is something you know as a fact then it’s not really faith anymore.  You cease to have free will and are only responding to something you have to respond to.   I am suspicious of people who seem to know it all.   


"You should never never doubt what no one is sure about"

Some people take comfort in answering life's riddles - they put their faith into a church or God or something else entirely. That way their doubts are silenced, their "truth" preserved.  My profession has honed my skills as a thinker - every question can be questioned, every query can be reversed to show another side. When I come up with an answer, a new question is then created. Maybe I am insane. Lately I've been consumed with doubt.

Authentic faith, like the pursuit of truth, requires authentic doubt. Questioning your beliefs or your faith isn’t just a burden, it’s a gift. That’s how Kierkegaard saw faith, as a miracle from God.  When Jacob wrestles and struggles with God he isn’t struck down by a lightening bolt, he is blessed. It is because of his struggle he gets the blessing.  

The more I struggle, the more I risk, the more I feel like this is the way it’s supposed to be. 
I guess my problem with claiming I have the truth is that in doing so, I am ignoring the fact that I have doubts about my truth claim. It doesn’t mean I don’t believe in my truth claim, it’s just it can’t be proved.  The idea that my truth claim is somehow better than the other blind guy trying to feel the elephant is a little silly.  So, we’ll just keep feeling together, hoping the elephant is really there.

Postscript: Just read an interview with the new pope and I thought he pretty much summed up this whole post a lot better than me:

"In this quest to seek and find God in all things there is still an area of uncertainty. There must be. If a person says that he met God with total certainty and is not touched by a margin of uncertainty, then this is not good. For me, this is an important key. If one has the answers to all the questions—that is the proof that God is not with him. It means that he is a false prophet using religion for himself. The great leaders of the people of God, like Moses, have always left room for doubt. You must leave room for the Lord, not for our certainties; we must be humble. Uncertainty is in every true discernment that is open to finding confirmation in spiritual consolation. Our life is not given to us like an opera libretto, in which all is written down; but it means going, walking, doing, searching, seeing … We must enter into the adventure of the quest for meeting God; we must let God search and encounter us."

Pic Dump (From Work!!)

Hello.

Part of my job involves lots and lots of reading. This means I am on the internet a large portion of my day. So, when I get something really good, I save it. Here are pics from my massive collection from my work PC.  Some do not need a comment. Some are not funny, they are just cool. ENJOY PARTY PEOPLE!

On a level of 1-10 of laziness. Peeled bananas must be a 10.5.  

  
The Black Costume was so cool. Every time I am in the used bookstore and I see a black-era Spider-Man comic, I buy it.




Yes, it's a bear. Yes, they helped him off the bridge and he survived.

Calvin & Hobbes. How you feel about Calvin & Hobbes directly correlates with how I will feel about you.


This guy, whoever he is, is my hero.

Before the sadness there was great happiness and head-flicking.