Log in

No account? Create an account
24 January 2006 @ 01:48 pm
Okay, for the second time, I've decided this blog isn't working.  Cruise on over to my blogspot one, and see what's going on.
Current Mood: exanimateexanimate
09 December 2005 @ 04:47 pm

Continuing on after my Blogspot Narnia-based entry.

I am sick and tired of being the persecuted Left's whipping boy.  I am sick and tired of being accused by wounded ex-Catholics of complicity in everything the Church has ever done, from the Spanish Inquisition to making them feel bad for not helping their mothers enough.  I am sick and tired of it being perfectly okay for Polly Toynbee to talk about "that particular kind of guilt that only Christians know how to inflict" in a mainstream paper, when if somebody makes a comment that could POSSIBLY be read as disparaging towards Jews or Muslims or Blacks or gays or disabled people, they get THOUSANDS of angry letters about it.  I'm sick and tired of my holidays of either being opportunities for Jerry Falwell and Anne Coulter to spill ignorant hateful bile on the one hand or for the ACLU to tell me that it's not okay for me to celebrate my religion on the other hand.  I'm sick and tired of Christian children going to school in December and learning all about Hanukkah and Eid and being told that Christmas is about snowmen and the spirit of giving.  I'm sick and tired of being made to feel bad for the fact that in the name of my God, some pretty horrible people did some pretty horrible things hundreds of years before I was born.  I'm sick and tired of being told that because I believe Christianity is true, I must be some sort of horrible bigot who wants to convert Jews and Muslims by force.  I'm sick and tired of it being automatically assumed that I must believe in an anti-poor and anti-environmental political agenda that anyone who's actually bothered to read the Bible will tell you would have made Jesus puke.

I'm sick and tired of going to Church and being told that because I like to call God "Father" and "Him," I must be betraying the feminist movement and want to take away the vote and make women be obedient little housewives who aren't allowed to talk in Church.  I'm sick and tired of being told that because I want to keep the original words of hymns, I'm some sort of bossy elitist who doesn't care about the feelings of lesbians, gays, women, Blacks, and Hispanics.  I'm sick and tired of being treated as though my belief in theological rigour and the necessity of backing up a doctrinal position are some sort of quaint relic.

I'm sick and tired of people equating "God" with "The Church," in the "I don't like Pastor Jim, so God must not be real" sense.  I'm sick and tired of Catholics walking out of a service after Communion, as if the only reason for going to church was to get the magic wafer that keeps you out of hell, rather than to experience God in community in a way you can't on your own, and to enjoy fellowship with your Brothers and Sisters in Christ.  I'm sick and tired of church music being dumbed down and electrical.  I'm sick and tired of young people not knowing the words to hymns, if they're any more complex than "you are awesome, Father God."

I'm sick and tired of people lumping the Anglican and Episcopal churches together with the Catholic and/or Fundamentalist Churches - you don't like the Pope/Jerry Falwell, so I'm a bad person????  Yeah, there was a guy called Henry VIII, and HE didn't like the Pope either (for a crappy reason, but still), and there were a bunch of guys like Martin Luther who ALSO didn't like the Pope, and that's where PEOPLE LIKE ME COME FROM.

I'm sick and tired of the historical atrocities of everyone who WASN'T Christian being magically erased, while modern Christians are supposed to collectively bear 1500 years' worth of guilt.  I'm sick and tired of the Christian Right playing the persecuted victim oppressed by secular fundamentalism, and I'm sick of secular fundamentalists who dress themselves up in the First Amendment to hide an ignorant and knee-jerk hatred of religion.

I'm sick and tired of academics treating the very concept of religious faith as some sort of backwards redneck joke, as though there WEREN'T 2000 years of rigorous scholarship on the topic, as though St. Augustine and C.S. Lewis and Thomas Aquinas and Martin Luther had just been mass delusions.  As though the great educational institutions of Europe and America HADN'T been founded by Catholics, Anglicans, Lutherans, Congregationalists, Scottish Presbyterians, and Non-Conformists of various stripes, and as if they HADN'T studied Physics, Astronomy, Philosophy, History, Literature, Politics, and Economics while being believing Christians.

I'm sick and tired of being told by drugged-out Neo-pagans that everything I believe is a rip-off of what they believe, and then their being unable to defend their beliefs in anything resembling Apologetics or Philosophy ("what do we know and how do we know it?" being a good starting point).

I'm sick and tired of scientists acting as though they were on a holy mission to disprove religion, and religious wackos acting as though the idea of evolution was some sort of threat to God's existence, as though it weren't PERFECTLY CLEAR TO ANY RATIONAL HUMAN BEING that Science and Religion are asking FUNDAMENTALLY DIFFERENT QUESTIONS about the nature of the universe - that Science asks "how" and Religion asks "why."

I'm sick and tired of hanging out with well-educated and left-leaning people and feeling as though my faith is a time bomb that will make them hate me when they find out about it, as though the very fact of my believing that some things are true and some things aren't makes me a prejudiced bitch, as though I were some sort of bizarre freak among the liberal intelligentsia, when it's been PERFECTLY CLEAR to me my whole LIFE that the more I learn about Philosophy, Psychology, Literature, Politics, and History the more clear it becomes that Christianity is true, and the more I learn about Christianity, the more clear it is to me that Christ's words are a radical political force that should shake the war-mongering, comfortable, wealthy powerful class to its core.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

Current Mood: pissed offpissed off
Current Music: "The Church's One Foundation."
05 December 2005 @ 02:56 am

Double-post from Blogspot - all the gruesome details of the weekend!

I'm beginning to think Withnail is right.Collapse )

Current Mood: sicksick
Current Music: The Lumberjack Song.
30 November 2005 @ 07:30 pm

Attempting to attach shelf to wall.  Problems with this include uncooperative screwdrivers that keep slipping out of the groove, screws that insist on launching themselves across the room whenever I come near them, holes that require my sticking an EYELINER PENCIl through them to mark the space on the wall I should screw because they're too small for a normal pencil, a wall that appears to have a LAYER OF BEDROCK in it and cannot be penetrated by ANYTHING, and neighbours who do not own an electric drill.

So I started checking out all my friends' LJs, and morganmuffle  had a list of random thoughts that included some Advent-y stuff, and I've been listening to my CD of carols from Trinity College Cambridge, so I thought I'd put up a list of the Top Ten Best Advent And Christmas Songs Ever.  Add your own.

1. "Wake, Awake," in any of its myriad translations.

2. "Once in Royal David's City" with the ORIGINAL WORDS.

3. The Sussex Mummers' Carol.

4. "Angels from the Realms of Glory," for sentimental Emma-Willard-based reasons.

5. Similarly, "Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming."

6. "O Come, All Ye Faithful."  Yes, it's a chestnut, but it has the DAVID WILLCOCKS DESCANT, which is always tons of fun to sing when you're sandwiched between your sisters and covered with wax at the midnight service on Christmas Eve.  Also, the December chapter of Anais' "Doctor Jackson's Diary" is based on it, and December is one of her better chapters, what with homicidal raccoons, pink flamingoes, Smack-My-Bitch-Up Santa, and English Civil War muskets. (To join in the Christmas cheer, go here)

7. "Wondrous Love."  Especially as performed by Jean Ritchie and the Revels.

8. "Silent Night."  Another chestnut that's earned its place.  It's surprising how many times you can hear this and not be sick of it.

9. "O Come, O Come Emmanuel."  The auditory cue that Advent's here.

10. "The Lord of the Dance" or "My Dancing Day."


And how come "anticipatory" isn't one of the choices LJ gives you for your mood?

Current Mood: pensivepensive
Current Music: "My Dancing Day."
28 November 2005 @ 09:30 pm

If you can find me ...Collapse )

Current Music: "The Lark in the Morning"
28 November 2005 @ 09:20 pm

An old story, posted here for the first time.

Pairing: SB/RL, JP/RL.

Summary: Remus wants Sirius, James wants to think about his future, and Sirius wants to make bets on it all.  Includes angst, gay werewolves, barely-legal sex, and Sirius swears a lot.

Disclaimer: Characters have wandered from J.K. Rowling's head into mine and taken up residence.  However, they are legally still occupants of the address that created them, and so I cannot take credit for their presence at this one.

Slight change from canon – I give Remus and James the credit for the Animagus charm, not Sirius and James, as Rowling does.

* * *

As bets go, it was innocent ...Collapse )

Current Mood: numbnumb
Current Music: "Sympathy With the Devil."
27 November 2005 @ 11:01 pm

Pictures of Bonfire Night are now up on the Blogspot Blog, as are pictures of the move from Princeton, narrated as a Mummer's Play.

And now, for your amusement, a list of topics covered during the Great Expat And Englishmen Thanksgiving Dinner yesterday afternoon.

1. The flatmate's sexuality (inadvertently).

2. The fact that the table was arranged with the White People at one end and the oppressed people (Irish and Indian) at the other, leading to a protracted discussion of why they had all the natural resources (i.e. cranberry sauce) and were passing them to us without complaint.

3. Smallpox, imperialism, and commerialism.

4. Musical theatre (briefly).

5. Possibility of turning the novel Grace wrote when she was 11 into a musical.

6. Threats of grievous bodily harm to whomever turned the novel Grace wrote when she was 11 into a musical.

7. Public transport.

8. Slash (briefly).

9. Slash involving giant earthworms (even more briefly).

10. Reading slash involving giant earthworms while on public transport.

11. Why the oppressed people had all the salt.

12. Expanding the "oppressed people" category to include women and gay people - in other words, everyone except Josh.

13. Why the box the turkey came in was labeled "Human Head."

14. The fact that of all the days of the year for the fridge to break, this was probably the worst.

15. The fact that the fridge had broken.

16. Chocolate.

17. The possibility of getting the caretaker in to fix the fridge without making him believe we wanted to have mad passionate monkey sex with him.

18. The possibility of getting the downstairs neighbour to store our turkey and milk in his fridge, and possibly allowing us to have mad passionate monkey sex with him.

19. The lack of religious significance in the celebration of Thanksgiving.

20. The validity of "eat a fuckload of food" as the basis for a national holiday and as a religious experience.


Meanwhile, the little bastards at school have given me another nasty cold.  Send porn and tea.

Current Mood: sicksick
Current Music: "The Blues," as performed by the New Scorpion Band.
22 November 2005 @ 11:21 pm

But instead, I'm filling out this book meme from bironic .


Procrastination is your friend!Collapse )

Current Mood: busybusy
Current Music: "My Soul, There is a Country"
20 November 2005 @ 10:30 pm

This owes its existence to copperbadge 's longfic "Cartographer's Craft," in which a sixteen-year-old version of Sirius Black emerges from the Marauders' Map and proceeds to, among other things, embark on an affair with Harry.

I tried fitting both Ron and Draco in instead of Sirius, but it wasn't happening.

ScarsCollapse )

Current Mood: crankycranky
Current Music: My "Duke of Monmouth" Mix.
18 November 2005 @ 04:29 pm

... alternative subject heading, "The Postman Cometh."

At 8:00 this morning, the postman dropped by (he did, in fact, ring twice) with a parcel of Christmas gifties to me and the flatmate, from

bironic , who now officially rocks.

However, this charming little domestic incident would have been much better, all told, if I hadn't been naked at the time.

And the bizarre reverse-time internal muzak system is getting kicked up again; it's almost Advent, so of course I have Holy Week hymns stuck in my head, while the minute I start abstaining from sweets and getting ashes smeared on my forehead I'll start to have Christmas carols running through my mind. It never fails.

Meanwhile, the full moon was something ridiculous like three nights ago, and I still haven't written my drabble for

catilinarian .  Though I do have an idea.  Why is it that my drabbles always seem to involve Draco Malfoy getting tied to a bed and whipped?
Current Mood: curiouscurious
Current Music: "The Royal Banners," AGAIN, despite its NOT BEING LENT.