Musings of a Timid observer

I just read a blog post by the one and only  http://moroots.wordpress.com/ , and I thought about an old joke about love. That there are really only 3 words that have power, 3 magic words that can instantly change everything;3  words that well, let's just say any time these 3 words are said, the collective tightening of butt holes in the room can be heard like the sound of a thousand whispers. These words are of course, Nigger, cunt and Love They each prompt a response and thus when being said in reckless abandon, well all hell will break loose. Don't believe me, say the word Nigger(I refuse to acknowledge the term N-word, that's just a way for white people to say nigger, just say the word dammit, it is just a word, it's how you use it that matters) in a room full of racial diversity. In an argument with a woman, just try just mouth the letter C and look like you're going to say cunt, you will collect your genitals along with the rest of your burnt prop...

The pain of having a dream Jim Jeffries is an Australian born comic, and is almost a walking caricature of an already stereotypical idea of an Australian man. He's an alcoholic, he's loud and pronounces barbecue in a funny way. He is also probably one of the most hilarious people on the planet precisely because he doesn't try to be hilarious. He just is. Like all people who are effortlessly funny, there is a paradoxical intelligence that he displays  between bits on how he took his disabled friend to have sex with a hooker, or how stupid pandas are because zoo keepers have to beg them to mate yet it's in their interest as a species. They should just let them die he says. In the midst of all that, he drops nuggets, little jewels that shine more because of the context in which they are dropped. One in particular stays with me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLjyo51qmrI&feature=related The clip above is on depressio...

With or without you You probably know the U2 song with or without you which is a staple on many a wedding playlist. For some reason every time I think of this song, I think about my loss of faith and simultaneously, the hope and excitement I see for my future. The charge has often been levied and not without making me upset at times, that someone without faith in a higher being cannot be fulfilled or happy. I made that claim myself before. Because it was my world, my hope, my identity; to be without that is to be without form. But the fact is on both sides of the great theistic divide there is joy and happiness. There is sorrow and heart ache. On both sides there is reason and on both sides there is inanity and meanness. With or without faith, people are people and they go through a vast array of emotion and experiences that make us question what the purpose of this brief fleeting moment on this little blue rock is all about. Does the question is there a me...