martedì, agosto 08, 2006

The Red Dragon will not celebrate meaningless milestones. . .

but this is my 301st post. Blogging is something I thought I'd never do, much less like, until I started doing it, like snatch waxing and anal sex, and here I am doing it every morning. Blogging, that is. . . . it's funny because it hasn't replaced the diary, either, but it's been such a nice new release to write a bunch of things that are personal in the sense that they come out of my brain but not personal in the sense that I'm going to blush when people read them. So thank you, people who read and don't make me blush. Thank you, Mr. Internet. I shall propitiate you by paying my Rogers bill when I get paid on Friday.

In a week I'll be waking up stupid with sex, insha'Allah. It's been so long I think I've forgotten how to do it, unless all my memories are wildly off the mark and Figaro in fact has batteries. But I had just been going on about writing a bunch of things that weren't personal. Sorry.

Okay. Do you think the use of organs on baseball diamonds has successfully desanctified the instrument? I went to an organ recital in the local Anglican cathedral a couple of days ago and even as the sun streamed through the stained glass and the religious iconography around me made me deeply take to heart and meditate over the notion of a tripartite God, the music kept making me want to stand up and yell "Charge!" You know, if I ever get married I wouldn't mind a religious ceremony, if that's the way my possible bitch wants it. I was raised in the Catholic Church, I believe that Jesus's words are the basis of the good and noble life, and I'm suitably intimidated by priests. But I don't think I'd be able to hack any organ music. In a situation that solemn anything would hit my ears like The Baby Elephant Walk.

14 commenti:

Masonic Boom ha detto...

That is a shame, and it makes me glad that we have no baseball here. Because the organ is a beautiful instrument. It still has memories of choir practice (very pleasant) from my CofE childhood - but these have been augmented by the dulcet tones of krautrock and dronerock bands. The organ riff on "What Goes On" by the Velvet Underground is as moving, and sends shivers down my spine as sublimely as a Bach cantata.

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

It is, as you say, a shame. Luckily Bach still works for me but I can't imagine any of his organ things working at a wedding.

Melbine ha detto...

Actually, Bach can work wonderfully at a wedding! You'd probably have a soloist accompanying the organ too right?

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

I'd like some voice, whatever else I have.

Masonic Boom ha detto...

On the remote chance that I ever got married ("snowball" in hell springs to mind) I'd totally have the organist play What Goes On.

Sugarplum ha detto...

I'm interested in knowing why you wrote that Jesus' words are the basis of the good and noble life. Like there is no other basis of good. Do you think that other religions are incapable of striving to the good and noble life since they do not follow Jesus' words?

I don't mean to cause trouble but I find people's religious views interesting when they have been raised religious and are not religious as adults (in the strict sense of the word such as church on sundays and preaching at their friends).

Do you try and follow Jesus' words youself?

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

Boom, all it takes is five minutes to meet some asshole and decide you're going to marry him. Call me romantic but these things are like lightning bolts. Me, I don't know what song I'd get them to play. I'd let the bitch choose.

Sugarplum, no, I don't think people who follow other religions can't strive for the blah blah blah. In fact I'm sure there are lots and lots of religions that strive much better than Christianity does because the way they state what they're striving for is clearer than Christian dogma.

But I have a feeling, and once more call me romantic, that Jesus was a person who had a revolutionary and powerful message about how people should live together and relate to each other and the world around them, and that that message was so powerful the only way to tame it into something acceptable to the political structures of that time and ours was to stick it into something as cumbersome as the Bible and create a faith as nasty and heirarchical as Christianity.

I do think it's a little sad that this co-opting of Jesus's message has devalued it so completely. People in our culture looking for some sort of spiritual truth skip over it completely to religions or spiritual systems that are almost totally foreign to our history because they don't have the same awful associations for us that Christianity does. But these awful associations, this history of living with this fucking awful religion and its immediacy to our North American culture should make it easier for us to understand it, think about it, get something out of it.

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

And as to following his words myself, I like to think that's why I'm in my late twenties and still making less than $40,000. Harder for a rich man, needle, camel, et cetera. Testify!

Masonic Boom ha detto...

Boom, all it takes is five minutes to meet some asshole and decide you're going to marry him.

Yes, but it takes considerably longer (until the end of time, perhaps) for anyone to decide to marry me...

Heh heh, if people wish to debate theology, I always refer them to my mum, the priest. She's very good at that sort of thing. (She'd have to be. Her mum was a card-carrying atheist.)

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

Oh my goodness. Isn't it funny that people who are devoted to atheism to the degree you can describe them as card-carrying still rag on other people being religious?

I know it sounds hackneyed, annoying, and trite, Boom, but the truth often does - the right one will come and the five minute decision will be mutual. Insha'Allah.

Masonic Boom ha detto...

In my own experience, I've found that (some of) the atheists I've known have been the most dogmatic prosthelitisers I've ever known.

And you know, I used to believe in "the right one" ten year ago, but I no longer do. Things look very different when you are in your late 30s. But this is dangerously close to whinging, and I'd rather bitch about dogmatic atheists.

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

I've never believed in 'the one'. Just people clicking. Fitting. Intersecting at the right place, the right time . . . Never met anyone who met 'the one'. Not part of my education. Silly idea. It's all intersecting . . .

Dogmatic atheists are as annoying as any dogmatic motherfucker, for sure. Remember "The Life of Pi", that novel a couple of years back about the kid in the boat with the animals? He treated devoted atheists same as devoted Hindus, Muslims, or Christians and it made nice sense. He was also annoyed by agnostics because they couldn't commit. Or was that me who was annoyed by agnostics? Or was it all a dream?

Geez. This is your brain on drugs.

Masonic Boom ha detto...

I need to take more drugs. Clearly. I've decided this recently.

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

They *are* a tasty treat, for sure. As long as they're the right ones for the user's personality.