It’s not all about you, you know. It’s about ALL creatures, great AND small. Apparently slug sex was just too- what? No takers on that one. Your loss.
(But see? Life is full of second chances!).
Moving right along, I knew a guy who kissed liked this once. (I only gave him one chance) It was so obnoxious- but that was back in high school. My sex ed teacher warned us you could pregnant this way. Little did she know, surrounded by all her little pink Kimberly Clark pamphlets.
I just finished reading State of Fear by Michael Crichton. He had fallen off my list of good airplane reads with some of the formula stuff he was cranking out but this book was riveting. Not because it was all that well written- it’s still very much an airplane read on one level. But the theme is the environment and how it’s going to Hell in a hand basket (still) but he raises the question “Do we really fully understand why?” and are we so busy bandying around labels like “Greenhouse Effect” that we don’t take the time to look at hard science, history and facts? Environmentalism has become a Cause Celeb backed and funded by know-nothings in this book; he debunks so much of what you thought you understood. There are fully 50 pages of documentation and citations and today I’m going to begin tracking some of those down. I read enough reviews to know that he got legitimate science worked up and there’s a fair amount of controversy about the book. I certainly wouldn’t be looking to this author for real answers but the book did make me think: I need to be better informed. For example, the Snarl tells me it’s not all about the carbon dioxide in the air but rather it’s all about the soil. She then goes on to patiently explain that to me. As usual, she’s out learning me, fast.
Here’s something worth reading this holiday season. It’s not about fact, it’s about a spiritual responsibility that even an old curmudgeon from Bend, Oregon would get behind. I just know it. Especially if you leave out all the God and Bible parts, which is only about half of it.
Yesterday marked the first Sunday in Advent, the beginning of the liturgical year in Christianity. It is the season of Anticipation and Hope that just proceeds Christmas and the Season of Gardening Catalogs. We observe some rituals around here and one of them is lighting one of the four blue candles each Sunday of Advent prior to Christmas. Purple used to be the color of Advent back when the rituals were determined by royalty; now that color is saved to symbolize
suffering during Lent. Blue? I like it. It’s the night sky with the star in the East, it’s the water that gives us life.
Faith is not always easy for me, especially delivered up in sermons for me to swallow whole. So, I cheat to a certain degree, by working it to fit something I can relate to- in this case, my responsibility to care for Creation in a way befitting the Anticipation and Hope that we share during this dark and gloomy season. And because I often have that Midwest German thing going I suspect this involves some work effort on my part as opposed to sitting around and waiting for it to fall out of the sky as an unsolicited gift. (Bonnie cringes. Yes, I believe we do also get incredible Gifts, completely unsolicited.) The very least I can do is educate myself a little, yes?
Tomorrow’s post will be easier, more fun- maybe. Actually, I thought the slug sex was fun. I mean, wouldn’t that be weird, having your genitalia come out of your ear?