IF ? IF ? Where is Mr. Spock ?
The danger of surfing the web is that sometimes, just sometimes you spot things like this.
This pi... umm ahh irritates me. Not because I've never run into militant atheists before. I work at a large University. Not because I think I have to defend my beliefs to anyone but Him whom I believe in. (key word being
have) Not because I worry that this movement, yes it is an actual non-profit organization, will become terribly popular.
www.undojesus.org Not for any reason other then logic. The hypothetical argument (to the sign carrier anyway) is that
if Jesus comes back.
If.
If is not a complex word. Of course I didn't think that
is was a complex word until Clinton/Lewinsky. But seriously
if is the mother of all hypothetical argument words. It's how they all begin. Oh all right some start out "suppose for a moment" but who cares.
The need for a hypothetical argument regarding Christ's return which is premised by the apparently accepted and stated fact that he was killed the first time is illogical. I argue.
If Jesus comes back won't that render all arguments about His diety null and void ?
Suppose for a moment that.... oh never mind.
If you read the website they advocate..
"This is not a hate site. This is a love site."Guess this follower didn't read that part of the undojesus.org credo or suppose for a moment this is a good photoshop job if so then it is clever. The site is real though as are the logos but I didn't see the T-Shirts. Interestingly I couldn't find any comparable undoalah.org or undobudda.org
ba
PS - if you bump into this guy or others like him I would not suggest telling them that Jesus loves them. Prolly just pi.... um ahh really irritate them.
WoW - Summer Time
Summer has arrived here in CNY. Pools are open, Ice Cream shops are busy, graduation parties are being attended etc..... So first and foremost, how've you been ? Good.
Just finished a series of plays in B-Ville. The plays were performed for
Baldwinsville Theatre Guild at a church school auditorium. Think the typical 50-60 year old elementary school building and then picture the combination Gym and Stage room. Yeah you've got it. The classrooms upstairs were where we changed in and out of our various costumes. I got to play a bare chested, hooded executioner in one of the comedies. Good times, good times. Luckily they cast reddish pink light in my direction or anyone in the front two or three rows would have been blinded. I'll find a pic and post it when I get a chance.
I was sitting in the dressing (classroom) and as a keen observer of life and my surroundings I noticed a door ordained with a those
white and red, hard peppermint candies. They were glued on somehow, about 8 or 10 of them. They fashioned the letters F and S in the words Fresh Start. How cruel I thought. Mocking the poor little kids who would come to Sunday School. Having to walk by candy every Sunday. Shame on the teacher who did this.
After a few weeks I noticed some other very disturbing things about the door but it made me feel better. I've used my copyrighted red arrows to highlight the candies. See if you can spot the other curiosities.
First one to comment and point out the oddities wins the right to declare they were first to comment and point out the other (3)
oddities.
Doing a lot of traveling in the next few weeks so depending on internet access and such you may hear from me or you may not.
ba
Eat it quickly
Like most Americans approaching my age I have started to be more careful about what I eat. Less salt, less sugar, less fat, etc..... As I near the half century mark I can affirm that the good tasting stuff
(at least man made) will kill you and the bad tasting stuff usually makes you think life isn't worth it anymore anyway.
(as I write this I'm eating a banana) This is the conundrum and the birthplace of the old adage "eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we die".
Last night I went to a CD release party at a bar in Syracuse named
Shiftys. I actually didn't need to go to the release party because I had already downloaded all the songs from a pirate site earlier this week.
(just kidding Frank). Whilst there I noticed across the street an ice cream stand. Pappy's Original Custard. mmmmm Custard. I decided to walk across the street and in the interests stated above see about aquiring a baby cone. After waiting in line for 15 minutes I was finally next and waited just a little longer as the women in front of me thankfully only ordered a single cone. Don't you hate get suckered into the short line at the ice cream stand only to realize that the women who looks happy as she waits in line is only happy because she told her children
(all 9 of them sitting in the mini van parked around the back of the building) she'd get them ice cream if they waited quietly in the car. As the women walked away with her single softserv cone I asked the server if she had ordered a small and she said yes. I asked if they had anything smaller and she suggested a baby cone.
QUICK ASIDE. If you ask if they have a smaller cone you can find out if they will sell you a baby cone without actually asking for one.Now since Pappy's is on the outskirts of Eastwood and in a so so neighborhood you have to pay first because it is a well known fact that any given middle age slightly overweight average adult will of course run away with the baby ice cream cone without paying if you give him half a chance.
So I forked over $1.40 and waited patiently for my baby cone.....
Vanilla Custard with a
Cherry dip. mmmm...... The nice young lady wandered back over a few seconds later and handed me this.....
Please know that this is not photoshopped. Depending on the resolution of your monitor it may (similiar to those rear view mirror warnings) appear larger then it really is. I looked at it and exclaimed "this was how much ?" as in my shock I'd forgotten. "$1.40 she replied." "I'll try to eat it real slowly then" I said as I walked away.
ba
Rock and a sharp place.....
If you travel to
Cazenovia, NY and turn south onto Lincklaen Street (between Seminary and Albany St) a few hundred feet on the left hand side you can see this wonderful and creative anti-brass plaque stealing device. Note that it has been put to good use already.
Seriously this rock (baby boulder maybe???) sits in a small garden right on the sidewalks edge. The wonderful rock is in loving memory of someone. It's just that it's not that big. I thought ever so fleetingly of stealing it or at least turning to face the other way. Some free advice for you. If you're on a budget with the memorial, just don't.
When I go if anyone is compelled to put a plaque somewhere in my memoriam I'd like ask that they buy a case of
Blue Moon and a few
oranges and have a party with friends.
ba
Life's like that (or this)
I prefer to think that I spend a lot of my conscious time relatively happy and
mirthful, I like to think maybe even 80 %. The rest of the time I am melancholy, sad, bitter, angry, resentful, anxious, caustically sarcastic,
sardonic or otherwise not someone I like much. I think that this place of my thoughts is a reflection of that percentage. Lately I've been mostly sad, thinking about (and missing) my Mom. If you've read these entries for sometime you know my Mom has succumed to
Alzheimers or some form of
Dementia. Mom and Dad live in NJ and I don't get down there very often. Partly because I'm kept pretty busy in CNY and partly, I have begun to admit to myself, because it is hard on me emotionally to visit.
My Mom loved words and language. She taught me to appreciate clever
word plays and how to look at any word from as many directions as possible, to see how a word could be used in ways different then most people use them. This has been of course a blessing and a curse since I have what my friend Kyle calls "David Letterman's disease" which is characterized by the following logic pattern.
Think of something funny -> Say it -> Consider consequences.
Mike a former co-worker used to tell me in all seriousness that I could irritate
* anyone by simply uttering 2 words. Didn't matter who it was Mike would say. I could figure out how to irritate
* them. Mother Theresa, Billy Graham, Ghandi....
My Mom's illness has has of course robbed her of any communication. She simply drones on in mumbling sing song. I hear her in the background when I talk with my Dad on the phone. It is a hard thing.
I'll close this entry with these simple words chosen very carefully.
I love you mom and I miss you so much.
ba
* Mike used a two word
vernacular expression that ended with the word "
off" that I'll forgo here.
