Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Beat Your Slave, Stone Your Kid, but by All Means, Don't Wear Polyester!
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Key Words
Arctophily (study of teddy bears)
Areobiology
Blogger's rights
Bombic (of, like or pertaining to silkworms)
Carboniferous
Chick-fil-A
Coal
Connubial
Constutional
Coulombs
Crepuscular
Dactyliology of Middle Earth
Empleomania (mania for holding public office)
Euthanize
Famicide (one who destroys another's reputation; slanderer)
French whore
Gospel
Guns, poptarts
Harmonic
Hyperarchy (excessive government)
Infowars
Merengue
Meringue
Nascar
Nephologic (cloud-like)
Nuclear family
Patriot
Penmanship
Pottery
Prism
Roentgen
Runcible spoons
Security
Sloth
Southern
Stemmatology (study of relationships between texts)
Surveillance
Tracking
Warp speed
Friday, February 8, 2013
The Wizards of Washington
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Which Fairytale is Figure is Obama? Gunning for Answers.
The really old fairy tales have come down through oral traditions. What most of the stories have in common are archetypal characters. By the end of the tale, love and virtue has conquered, and a moral lesson has been, if not learned, at least taught. If one reads enough fairytales, most human conditions common to man will be addressed, and most people will identify with one of the characterizations. So, which fairytale character is Barak Obama?
Since his reelection, he has most definitely become Sleeping Beauty's father. The story goes back centuries with roots in both France and Germany. Although the details vary, the core of the story remains intact. After many childless years, (some accounts portray consultations with a frog during this interval,) a long-awaited child is born. The king, in his joy, throws a grand feast. Among the guests, the numbers vary somewhat, but between 7 and 13 fairies bestow gifts of beauty, cheerfulness, song, charity, and such. One of the fairies was affronted, however, and either as a curse or a prophecy, declares that the princess will prick her finger on a spindle for spinning thread on her 16th (or 15th) birthday and die.

Different versions have varied explanations of how death is ameliorated into a hundred-year slumber, but all agree on the king's aggressive course of action: A national spindle ban! Not only does he outlaw spindles, spinning wheels are banned as well. Of course, this overly extreme and irrational act solves nothing. The kingdom's textile manufacturing tanks. Thread has to be imported from foreign markets, and the economy suffers from balance of trade issues. Shortages ensue while thread prices rise and quality drops. When the princess hits sweet sixteen, the inevitable happens. The castle is overtaken with brambles, thorns, and briers. The king becomes essentially irrelevant.
Do not miss the irony that Sleeping Beauty is rescued by a prince and his hunting party who are armed to the teeth with sharp objects.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Self-evident Truths
Years ago when
I made this wreath that I hang near the door during the Memorial Day, Flag Day,
and 4th of July arc of the year, I thought it was simply a cute bit of
folk art. It did not evolve, but was my special creation. It was a very fun and thrifty project because all the parts were free, left over, or recycled from other things. I liked the theme of a down-to-earth farmer rabbit holding a flag. This year it acquired a new symbolism for me: Our national heritage
is being taken over by dumb bunnies. Sunday, April 22, 2012
Happy Earth Day!
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Beware the Ides of March & the pollen it brings
Beware the Ides of March, and, of course, the beginning of pine pollen season.
Southern yellow pine is a collective name that actually embraces four separate pine species. Every spring for millennia past, pine trees have been producing and releasing billions of pollen grains into the air. Overcompensation has proven to be an effective fertilization process for the southern pine, and in this biome, the world is covered with fine yellow dust.
Scientific literature commonly uses the term prolific to describe pine pollen production. It is a nice opportunity to toss in some alliteration, but it does not quite capture the copious fecundity of it all. When the wind direction and speed cooperate with the sultry humidity, one can trace his name on the windshield within minutes after washing the glass. Some years pine pollen swirls in yellow clouds like a dust storm. Pollination season is as ancient as old as the hills. Literally. Ancient pollen was trapped and preserved in sedimentary rock records. Aside from the entombed-in-stone thing, I find that comforting. There is a measure of reassurance in knowing that the processes instituted long ago still work today.
Our church is in a season of change. During this interstitial period where the former pastor has left and the next one has yet to take the helm, there has been a tremendous amount of onstage talk about "something new." That is fine. I do get it. But quite frankly, a lot of people have been running around saying that God is doing something new for many years now. The promise of new is growing old.
Personally, I am ready for some immutability. I would like to see God as the Ancient of Days (Daniel 7:9, 13, 22). I would like to know that the counsel of the Lord stands forever (Psalm 33:11). I would like to hear about the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow (James 1:17).
Do we really want an endless treadmill of new beginnings? That takes pollen. Pollen is the dust of reproduction. And it is messy. It is carried by flighty winds. It is transported by creepy bugs. And there is so very much pollen, so full of new beginnings, that settles uselessly on my windshields and windowsills. So very many false starts, it wearies the heart.
Perhaps we would not need so many new beginnings if we paid more heed to the ancient truths.
Thus says the LORD, "Stand by the ways and see and ask for the ancient paths, where the good way is, and walk in it; and you will find rest for your souls. But they said, `We will not walk in it.' (Jeremiah 6:16) ...the other route happens to be a toll road, you know.

