I ported this piece to Christ Almighty! Check it out there.
31 July 2012
27 July 2012
I have a toe dipped into both the Christian Right and the Christian Left, and both of them are buzzing about the fast food chicken purveyor Chik-fil-A. Its chief operating officer, Dan Cathy (son of chairman Truett Cathy), made some comments in a 2 July article in the Biblical Recorder, a Baptist publication. (Stands to reason; the Cathys are Baptists.) The piece was about how the Cathys try to run Chick-fil-A as a Christian business. In it we have this bit.
Some have opposed the company’s support of the traditional family. “Well, guilty as charged,” said Cathy when asked about this opposition.
“We are very much supportive of the family—the biblical definition of the family unit. We are a family-owned business, a family-led business, and we are married to our first wives. We give God thanks for that.
“We operate as a family business … our restaurants are typically led by families—some are single. We want to do anything we possibly can to strengthen families. We are very much committed to that,” Cathy emphasized.
“We intend to stay the course. We know that it might not be popular with everyone, but thank the Lord, we live in a country where we can share our values and operate on biblical principles.”
Of course, “the biblical definition of the family unit” is conservative Christian speak for “monogamous heterosexual spouses.” The national media was pretty quick to pick that up and confirm it.
25 July 2012
When I go to a restaurant—which is rare lately; I’m on a tight budget—I prefer to overtip. And by overtip, I mean go over the 15 percent gratuity that American custom dictates waiters should expect.
However. Whenever I go to restaurants with other people, most of them do not share my view. Quite the opposite. Some of them resent this custom very, very much. They believe waiters don’t deserve a single thing more for doing their expected job; they treat tipping as if it’s welfare, and they definitely don’t believe in welfare.
24 July 2012
22 July 2012
On my other blog, More Christ, I discuss the Christian religion and how we can get better at practicing it. Because I want my posts there to be resources—things that people can read years from now, and still find useful—I’m trying to resist the temptation to tie it to current events, or what everybody else on the blogosphere (or at least those who follow the Internet Monk/Rachel Held Evans/Scot McKnight axis) is talking about.
It’s not easy. Being current is a shortcut: It immediately makes you relevant, ’cause current stuff is relevant, right? Except… will it be relevant a decade or two from now? If you notice the Mr. Squish strips, I didn’t always resist that temptation, and as a result I have to explain all those old strips in order for anyone to “get” them.
Anywho. Today (the post goes live at noon Pacific tiime) I indirectly addressed last week’s shooting in Aurora, Colorado, by looking at theodicy, the practice of defending God when evil stuff happens. ’Cause evil stuff happened, and of course people will ask, “Where was God? Why didn’t he intervene? He should have intervened! Bad genie! Grant my wishes!” And the like.
21 July 2012
Despite my warning that I was gonna give away the plot of Atlas Shrugged, somebody read it, and was irritated that I gave away the plot. Guess that’ll teach you not to skim through my rants.
I don’t worry about spoilers, myself. I don’t like surprises. Sometimes I want to know the ending, so I’ll go find it. Fr’instance, I haven’t seen The Dark Knight Rises yet. But I’ve heard some folks say it wasn’t as good as The Dark Knight. So I wanted to see what the fuss was about, so I popped over to its Wikipedia page and read the plot. Wikipedia gives away endings.
16 July 2012
I started watching Aaron Sorkin’s newest TV show, The Newsroom, recently. It’s on HBO, but if you search for the episodes over Google you can usually find and watch them. I was a fan of his show Sports Night, and subsequently got into his next show The West Wing… and tried to get into his third show, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, and couldn’t. It was far less believable than The West Wing, which is saying something.
The Newsroom is about a cable TV news show, and like every other show Sorkin writes, the workplace is staffed with left-of-center idealists who want to do the real version of whatever their job is. On Sports Night it was real sports instead of entertainment; on The West Wing it was real governance instead of politics; on Studio 60 it was real comedy instead of shlock. (Problem is, Sorkin didn’t actually understand how to write sketch comedy, and wound up writing shlock. That’s why he lost me.) So naturally, on The Newsroom they want to do real news instead of what everyone else on TV is doing, which is trying to get you to watch their programs.
And where this gets ironic is that Sorkin and HBO want you to watch their program. But I’ll put that aside for now.
14 July 2012
From my life’s soundtrack:
She: Why do you have a jacket in your bag on a hundred-degree day?
If it’s insanely hot, as it has been in northern California for the past week, Starbucks is the place to go. Not just for Frappuccinos™ or iced coffee. The air conditioning in those stores are cranked down to a nipple-hardening 55 degrees, and although most customers don’t hang out there long enough to notice, I do. I sit there, totally taking advantage of the free refills they give you once you register your Starbucks card, and as I suck down cup after cup, I gradually lose feeling in my fingers and toes.
12 July 2012
I’ve been asked to repost this piece. I worry about the motives of the person who made the request… but the topic amuses me, so why not.
Okeydoke. When the book of Revelation refers to the number of the Beast (which Christians popularly call the Antichrist), it’s referring to the Hebrew practice of gematria. This is where you calculate the numerical value of a letter or word. Before Arabic numerals were invented (by the Hindus, of course), if you wanted to indicate numbers you had to make do with your alphabet. Hence Roman numerals, with all its Is and Xs. Or in the case of Hebrew-speakers, they just gave each letter in the alphabet a value. Alef is one, bet is two, gimel is three, up till ten. Then kaf is 20, lamed is 30, and so on till 100. Then resh is 200, and so on till we’re out of letters.
Why did the Hebrews practice gematria? They thought it was cool. It was like your lucky number. There were some Jews who took it a few steps further: In the practice of Kabbalah, if any word has the same number as any other word, you can swap ’em. Hence Kabbalists can discover all kinds of “secret” messages and interpretations in the bible, because they can change words. Or they can treat the text of the bible as a giant Word Find game and go hunting for bible codes. These are of course illegitimate uses of gematria. There aren’t many legitimate uses. Some would argue Antichrist-hunting isn’t legitimate either.
But let’s do it anyway.
Been having difficulty with my iPod lately. A few years ago I installed a new battery, and I guess the battery was too wide for the case, so it never did close back up properly. Anyway, about two weeks ago I dropped it and the case popped open. Ever since, whenever I squeezed the case closed—deliberately or accidentally—the battery shut off, and I had to reboot the iPod.
Probably a loose wire. But two days ago the iPod just wouldn’t wake up. So I plugged it into the computer to recharge. It read as fully charged, so I unplugged it—and it shut down again. It only works when plugged in. Definitely a loose wire.
Guess I gotta hunt down some iPod repair instructions, and fix it.
10 July 2012
09 July 2012
07 July 2012
03 July 2012
She walked past me three times, eyeing me each time. I had no idea why. Did she figure I was some potentially dangerous stranger, or did she think I look interesting, or familiar, or attractive?
Not that that last thing was relevant to me: She was obviously a teenager. When teenagers flirt with me, it creeps me out. I can’t help but think of them as children. Even when I was a teenager, I felt that way. That’s why I never took dating seriously till I was in my mid-twenties.
On the fourth pass, she walked right up to me. She motioned for me to take my earbuds out. I had the iPod on, rocking out to… nah, I was listening to NPR podcasts. Anyway, unlike me, she came right to the point.
“Can you buy me a beer?” she asked.