Tuesday, March 07, 2006


The pen is mightier than the sword. The anagram of sword is words. Words can wound and words can heal but weapons are pretty much designed to destroy. Yet, as much as violence disturbs me, in certain circumstances, the knowledge that there's a sword behind the words (a mugging victim's mace or kick-boxing skills, for trite example) does indeed add to their power. Or am I blinded by Uma Thurman's ridiculously gorgeous moves in Kill Bill?

Sick of the sound of my own voice
I wish I could replace the need to talk with writing. Both help sort out the cacaphony of information and turmoil and contradictions of everyday life. But talking...talking needs a listener, a conversational partner. And has the potential immediate vulnerability that writing does not have. You may be turned away by the reader but you don't have to deal with that at the same moment you are poking at your exposed underbelly and trying to figure out from whence the pain emanates.

Do shitty things unto others and you will be shat upon?
Do all wrongs committed lead to some negative? They say that human progress, "righteous" wars, etc., must involve some carnage, some casualties. In our personal lives it seems, it would be better to stop using this excuse and consider that most hateful acts return to us. Everyday in the news, I read about someone who used, abused, cheated or destroyed someone else for their own pleasures/goals/plans of world domination. Over and over I hear the observer people say, how could anyone do that? How do you marry for money? How can you kill civilians in war and just write it off? How do you sleep at night when your deceptions have cost hundreds of people their life's savings? It must be distance. The ability to distance ourselves from the results of our greed or weakness. And that is a human trait. Goddammit, I need to stop reading the paper.

Active off
I've finished Natalie Angier's Beauty of the Beastly. It did not disappoint. She writes about certain genes, chromosomes, etc. being "turned off," which explains why some traits, diseases or abnormalities do or don't occur. But it's not like a switch. Or a roadblock. In some cases, another component (protein, enzyme, etc.) actively keeps things in the off position. Not unlike the famed finger in the dike, the raison d'etre of something in the cell is to supress something else. Active off. It's fascinating. I've started her book Woman; An Intimate Geography. It both challenges and confirms theories and notions that I've mused about for most of my adult life. It also confirms what Common Sense continues to scream out loud: Truth is fluid and new information does and should cause us to reexamine what we "know." Science and religion are in the business of explaining shit. Science just makes more sense.

What the Bleep
What the Bleep Do We Know? keeps creeping back into my consciousness. Attitude. Unmined power. Possibilities.

Big Boobs obsession migrates to the farmyard
We bought some chicken breasts the other day. Supersized, it seems. Made me want to peek under the skin for implants. A little freakish. And one wonders, are the thighs growing at same rate? Or do we have these poultry porn stars pushing their pecs around the farmyard like mammarian bulldozers?

Holy Communion Cannibal Miracle
In preparing for my menopause party, I did some research on saints and the whole bleeding heart thing...because, well, I love a theme. The shit that floated to the surface is amazing. Here are just two tidbits about the holy communion wafer miraculously transformed into flesh. I can't keep the phrase "Savor your Savior" from running through my head.

Holy literal eucharist
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lf said...

First of all, where did this post come from? I swear it hasn't been here and it's dated January...WTF???

There are many things I could comment on, but I'm going to choose just one...Holy literal eucharist!!! The idea of a cracker turning into bloody human tartare in your mouth is just freaky and gross.

And did you notice that the "host" apparently landed on the floor. "An intense fragrance... from the spot on the floor in the Chapel where the Eucharist landed". If I saw a cracker lying on the floor my first reaction wouldn't be "must be from God, I think I'll put that in my mouth..." If it really came from God, don't you think he could land 'em a little better? Like on a plate?

But if you did believe that it was real and you were eating Jesus, would you spit him out? How else are you gonna run laboratory tests on him? "Here quick, I spit up Jesus, run him to the lab..." I guess that answers the age old question about whether to swallow or spit...

Epiphenita said...
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Epiphenita said...

First of all, the mystery date has to do with the draft feature of the blog machine. For the weeks (and weeks) I was having blog block, I dumped the flotsam from my cerebral cavity into a draft blog that reached gestation last week and I named it "miscellanea."

Secondly, your comments almost made me spray my cube with coffee. From my nose. I love the comment about what I now think of as "God has no-3-second rule." If the holy communion is on the floor (for however long) into your mouth it goes. Not to mention the heretical question of god's bad aim. Maybe they should stop praying before basketball games.

Finally, to spit or swallow. That was inspired. I vote for getting Christ's DNA to the lab immediately. We got some clonin' to do.

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