Friday, June 10, 2005

I'm not going down alone.

I apparently share sentiments re: accusations of koran "abuse" with La Shawn Barber, a black woman that I 'd love to meet.

Thursday, June 09, 2005

I held onto the previous post for a while...

and I know why. It was because I was worried. Not about jihadists showing up at my house. It was about offending someone if you can believe that. I've been brainwashed.


It made me feel better just to read this.

American Digest again humbles me. No apologist there. This post is interesting & even validating to me because it gives (eloquent) voice to a somewhat vague, ill-defined unease I've felt for a while. A tinge of disgust I feel all too often, when I catch the evening tv news, or overhear other parents' conversation while waiting to pick up my kids at their school, or when reading anything in the first 20 pages of my local daily.

The thing is, I think I have known what that disgust is. I've just not wanted to acknowledge it because to do so seemed wrong somehow, or impolite. I apparently haven't been willing to allow myself the open disdain & disregard that I do apparently feel when I read or hear of crap like so-called Koran desicration. (Disdain that neither Logic Monkey nor American Digest have trouble expressing).

Know what I really think when I hear of stuff like that? It's a book. A f***ing book. I don't like to see books destroyed because I love books. I love the printed word. Nonetheless, I know firsthand that there is nothing in the koran that I really care to read, certainly nothing I enjoy reading or believe in or am moved by.

I know this because spouse has a copy of the koran. Given to him by a good friend of his, one he doesn't have frequent contact with, but who has played an important role in spouse's life.

Spouse and I spent several evenings, a couple of years ago, looking through the Bible & the koran, comparing stories. Jesus is mentioned in the koran, as is Abraham and his son Isaac. The histories are different, though. Not just different perspectives, like one might consider the four gospels to be different perspectives of the same events, but different. In the koran, Isaac was not the son almost sacrificed due to his father's devotion to God, Ishmael was. In that book Jesus was a prophet only, not the son of God. There are other differences as well- but these are a couple of examples from just the little bit that we looked at together & that I looked at on my own.

What disgusts spouse & I to no end is how much of what we hear about the Muslim world here in the US is not from the koran, not Islamic. It's ... what? Political? Misogynistic? Paranoid? I don't know. Why, in our country, where a man can barely open a door for some women (of a certain age or upbringing, I think) without getting vilified for belittling her and certainly not getting the 'thank you' that he should get, do we not hear any discussion of the weird-assed separation of the sexes custom? And how come Muslim men & women who speak out and say stuff like not allowing Saudi women to drive is un-Islamic are at best vilified, at worst murdered by their own?

I am grateful for the role spouse's Muslim friend has played in his life, in our lives. But the book is just a book. It sits on a shelf like all our other books, including several of our Bibles, except maybe for the current favorites that I keep at my bedside. It's not separate or segregated. It's not special. And if I should, say, leave that book on the floor for my black dog to chew up (carefully and systematically- almost daintily) while I'm at work & the red dog won't play, then I won't really care about anything but the sticky paper mess.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Mixed feelings. Kinda like kneading dough...

Killer Biscuit Wanted for Attempted Murder: "Lisa Burnett, 23, a resident of San Diego, was visiting her in-laws, and while there went to a nearby supermarket to pick up some groceries. Several people noticed her sitting in her car with the windows rolled up and with her eyes closed, with both hands behind the back of her head. One customer who had been at the store for a while became concerned and walked over to the car. He noticed that Lisa's eyes were now open, and she looked very strange. He asked her if she was okay and Lisa replied that she'd been shot in the back of the head, and had been holding her brains in for over an hour. The man called the paramedics, who broke into the car because the doors were locked and Lisa refused to remove her hands from her head. When they finally got in, they found that Lisa had a wad of bread dough on the back of her head. A Pillsbury biscuit canister had exploded from the heat, making a loud noise that sounded like a gunshot, and the wad of dough hit her in the back of her head. When she reached back to find out what it was, she felt the dough and thought it was her brains. She initially passed out, but quickly recovered and tried to hold her brains in for over an hour until someone noticed and came to her aid".

Got this from Wicked Thoughts. I wasn't sure how to react when I read this one. Initially, I laughed derisively. Later, I felt kind of sorry for the poor woman. It must have frightened her terribly to reach back and feel something mushy. Now it just makes me think of Bill Cosby's routine where he described tossing the wad of mashed potatoes on the floor when getting whupped by his mother.

Poor thing. Poor, stupid thing.

Kerry- not a brainiac.

Carrie's B-average gpa at Yale was virtually the same as GWB's. Except that carrie got 4 Ds overall, while W got one.


My grades are & were better than both of theirs. Way better. Although I'm not at Yale & wasn't even alive yet when they were.

Thursday, June 02, 2005


You know what gets me about Roborant? On May 31 he posts that his posting will be light for the next few days, he's got to wrap up a bunch of stuff at work (*snort* - he should see my desk), but his next post will be about this interesting book he picked up at an estate sale, Generation of Vipers.
His next post is the very next day & it is a detailed, well written report on & critique of that over 300 page book.
And here I am, in the same boat (just gave notice at my job as well) & trying to figure out what to blog about the Pearls Before Swine cartoon I saw 3 months ago.
I'm pathetic.
Roborant rocks.