Silly Saturday

This is perhaps the greatest thing I’ve seen this past week.  It is amazing how they distilled every cheesy nineties pop song into its most basic elements.

This is not a baby.

This is a fetus, and as such it has no legal right to existence.

This is a fetus at 18 weeks.  It is not a baby.  It can be removed from the womb piece by piece and all that is occurring is the removal of a tumor.

Image taken from World’s Famous Photos

John Tory, Please run for mayor.

John Tory is apparently considering running for mayor of Toronto.   He seems to be the only person currently considering it who would actually have a shot.  He was a businessman before entering politics and lord knows we could use a businessman running our city right now.  John Tory is the man for Toronto.

Taking Blogging Seriously

I would love to write more.   I would love to put provocative, witty, and intelligent posts up on a daily basis.   I just can’t.  I think it is because I take blogging seriously.  If bloggers are going to be taken seriously then to a certain extent we have to take this thing we do seriously.  So I try not to be lazy and actually find sources that confirm what I say.  I read lots and comment little… I blog even less.  This is because I try to ensure that my posts find some sort of grammatical and logical coherence.  I still believe in capitalization, periods, and spellchecks.  I have some difficulty with paragraphs, but I’m working on it.  

I blog little because I want to blog write well.  Maybe this defeats the point of blogging, but if all I leave is this little corner of cyberspace I would like it to not embarrass me posthumously.

Understanding the financial crisis.

A succinct analysis of how we got into this mess.

Fleshy Mannequins

How often do you notice mannequins?  We notice their clothes, but we never really notice them.  I thought about this while walking on the Danforth the other day.  We have a lot of store fronts with a lot of mannequins, and I never really think about them.  

There is something else we have a lot of on the Danforth as well: Homeless people.  I realized that I tend to treat them the same way I treat the mannequins.  I pay no attention and walk right past them.  I used to chalk this up to being a classic introvert.  It struck me recently though that I’ve dehumanized them, rendered them part of the background landscape.  I’m now trying to at least say hi, and share a few coins if I have them.  They are not just fleshy mannequins.  

 ”Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you?  When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
 ”The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.”  Matthew 25

This Quiz Thing is getting out of hand.

This is not really the thing to come back to blogging with, but yeesh.  You should never have to ask Facebook if you are on a boat.

Quizzes are out of hand on Facebook

And I’m fully aware that this is a song by the Lonely Island.

Spielberg and little Green Men.

I finally saw the latest Indiana Jones movie. I don’t think it was that bad, but that tends to happen when I’ve been told a movie is awful. All I have to say is (spoiler alert):

Aliens? Again, Spielberg? There are other ways to finish a movie.

Animated Pieces of Meat.

Rather frequently my Dad sends me a link or article that is well worth reading. (My mom does too, but they are frequently of a much more personal nature)  He recently sent me this one, on why faith is both intelligent and relevant.  Wilson’s most important thought was this:

Materialist atheism says we are just a collection of chemicals. It has no answer whatsoever to the question of how we should be capable of love or heroism or poetry if we are simply animated pieces of meat.

In between

I sit here in between.
In between where I was and where I’m going with a hard, barely carpeted floor beneath me.
In between where we were friends and where we will be memories.
I can stand the distance, growing apart, with miles and years between just before now and wherever I go.
Just don’t forget me, ok?