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Fleshy Mannequins

May 22, 2009

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

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This Quiz Thing is getting out of hand.

May 19, 2009

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

Quizzes are out of hand on Facebook

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

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Spielberg and little Green Men.

May 9, 2009

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.

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Animated Pieces of Meat.

May 3, 2009

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.

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In between

May 2, 2009

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?

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Hello May, Hello Toronto.

May 1, 2009

Wow,
I haven’t often used this as a forum for personal stories, and I don’t really intend to start, but holy crap, what a week.

I almost broke down yesterday trying to pack a room I thought was maybe eight or nine boxes into what turned out to be twenty or so. And then figuring out how to ship them home. I spent today in Halifax being a tourist, sleeping on the floor of a stranger who turned out to be awesome, and eating a gigantic never ending lunch at an amazing little restaurant called… shoot, the name escapes me right now.

Now I’m moving home permanently. I have not been home without knowing when I’m leaving again in three years. It is quite strange, but kind of exciting. I look forward to spending time with people too long neglected. I also can’t wait to make music with my siblings. But there are a lot of people in this eastern part of Canada that I will sorely miss.

I guess this is it. We’ll be back to normal in a few days.

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Our collective vapidity

April 23, 2009

John Doyle has a surprisingly cynical take on the Susan Boyle phenomenon.  I have to be honest and say I have yet to see the clip but Doyle’s point digs deeper. 

 We think we root for the underdog, but we don’t really. We are a superficial, catty and vapid culture. We aren’t interested in authenticity. We mainly watch TV shows featuring people we’d like to date, touch and have sex with.

To a large extent I believe he’s right.  And like Neil Postman says in Amusing Ourselves to Death this is the ultimate function of television.  It was never going to be that deep, we’ve only reached new heights of superficiality.