Okay, fine. Thanks to some passive-aggressive comments, several from people who NEVER COMMENT ON THIS BLOG ANYWAY, I will post. I just kind of haven't felt like it lately, maybe because my layout is wonky, or because it's so effin' hot that even writing a blog post saps me. Who knows? Anyway, here's this thing I've been stewing about:
When Michael Jackson died, more than one of my self-righteous, dim-but-trying-to-be-intellectually-Christian Facebook "friends" posted a status update to the effect of "It's too bad that the whole world cares about MJ, but no one cares about North Korea."
OKAY FIRST OF ALL: Michael Jackson was a person. A singular individual who, love him or hate him, had *a* personality and *a* face. (Fine, several faces, but work with me here.) It's a logical fallacy to expect people to have the same attachment or relationship to a nation, especially a nation which we have learned about mostly from Team America: World Police, as we do to an entertainer who has been on the radar longer than most of us have been alive. I mean, come on.
SECONDLY: Since when are certain people more worth our grief or attention than others? If we're working the Jesus Loves the Little Children angle here, then last I checked, He loves "red and yellow, black and white" equally. Aside from the whole Asians are not, in fact, yellow, thing, and MJ was arguably all of the above yet none of the above, the principle applies. If you are a Christian, you are called to LOVE people, the lost, the saved, everyone on the continuum, so much that you would lay down your life for them. Even if they have a chimp as a life partner and claim their African-American father has blue eyes. Even if they live under a dictator who is ronery and physicary fit. It doesn't matter; we are supposed to love and care about them, and if they die and probably go to Hell, IT'S OKAY TO BE SAD ABOUT THAT.
There is no hierarchy of prayer-worthiness in the Bible. I'm sorry if your Chaco-wearing, filigreed-ESV-Bible-reading, awkward-humor-loving little brain can't grasp that, but it's true. You are NOT A BETTER CHRISTIAN because you care more about Darfur than Farrah Fawcett. You're just not. Sorry. For one thing, I don't see you giving up your precious latte-drinking time or latte-buying money on behalf of ANY of these people, even the brown ones. I see you pontificating on Facebook about how you are SO ABOVE ALL THIS POP CULTURE CRAP except wait, you are FACEBOOKING ABOUT IT SO I GUESS NOT.
Since we can all, as hip young Christians, agree that John Piper is basically our living prophet, let's recall how he handles pop culture events. Oh wait -- he rarely does. And when he does mention these things, he does it with compassion and class. You're not going to see Pastor John tweeting about how he is TOO BUSY DOING THE LORD'S WORK TO CARE, because he probably is, in fact, too busy doing the Lord's work, yet I would wager he does care, because he has shown himself to be a man of maturity and insight, enough so that he doesn't operate out of a desperate need to fight the Battle of Who Could Care Less.
John Piper is also much more patient and kind than I am, for the record, and almost never YELLS HIS WAY THROUGH ENTIRE BLOG POSTS. So there's that.
AND ANOTHER THING: Why are the two mutually exclusive? Are we too retarded to simultaneously care about Michael Jackson AND North Korea? I really don't think so. I always have at least two windows open in Safari, which I think is proof that I can mentally multitask.
So my point is, it's not holier or cooler to cherry-pick your "causes." I think God wants us to have concern and mercy for all people, not just those to whom 1% of your next RED t-shirt purchase from the Gap is allegedly donated.
If you are not a Christian, then you're exempt from the above rant since you don't claim the Bible as your moral authority anyway, so don't take this personally.
If you think about it, Texas Tech really is the best school in the Big 12. Also in Texas. Possibly, America. Something to consider...
I know, I know. I've been in one of those blogging slumps lately. I've had a few ideas, but been alternately too busy or too lazy to post. So here is something from a few weeks ago.
Chris had a tennis certification thing in Austin last month, and on our way back to Dallas, he thought it would be fun to stop by his old home in Cedar Park:
Seeing that reminded me of one of our old homes, on Cedarwood Lane in Hewitt (just south of Waco), and it wasn't any further out of the way than Cedar Park, so we stopped there, too! This is the house where we lived from 1987-88, so it was Marta's first home. It was after this one that we moved to Pennsylvania until 1997.
They're not too different, are they? The window to the right of the tree was my bedroom.
My family actually drove by this house a few years ago while in Waco for a Tech-Baylor game, so it wasn't quite as weird for me as it would have been. However, I hadn't seen my elementary school there since 1988, but it always stuck in my mind really vividly.
Hewitt Elementary School was (is?) an open-concept building, with fewer doors and walls than a normal school. It's painted in bright primary colors throughout, and all the classrooms overlook a back-to-back auditorium/cafeteria and gymnasium. I went there for half of first and all of second grade, and could still recall an amazing bit of information about it -- the layout, the colors, the smell, the teachers' names, the cafeteria food (even the prices!). For whatever reason, that year and a half in Hewitt left a big impression on me.
The blacktops were, of course, much smaller than I remembered, and unfortunately, the school has since sold out and purchased the typical swing-sets and monkey bars the rest of you probably enjoyed all along. I was a little disappointed, but more than that, I got a kick out of visiting a place so deeply embedded in my memory.
Some things I've decided are morally wrong:
* speeding tickets, especially for speeds only 1-30 MPH over the limit
* speed bumps
* school zones
All of these are revenue generators and/or enforcers of rules that are more about principle than safety. Going 20 MPH on the Tollway is every bit as dangerous as going 90, but no one ever gets ticketed for it. Speed bumps are torture on your suspension, and it's bad for transmissions AND fuel economy to be revving and slowing in a low gear. And when have you ever seen an unaccompanied child in a school zone in Plano, TX? People there are far too proud to let their children walk a block. They sit there idling in their Yukon XLs, clogging traffic and wasting fuel, so D'Coda and Konnyfyr have the luxury of air conditioning for that miserable 3-minute ride home.
It's all ridiculous. Cops should be giving out tickets for actual offenses, like tailgating, driving slow in the left lane (in which, as we've already discussed, the speed limit is infinity), and cutting across six lanes of traffic at once because you missed your exit. (Suck it up and take the next one, moron.) Those behaviors are truly dangerous, and occur frequently enough that local governments would experience no revenue shortfall by concentrating on them, rather than on a girl in a Volvo going 50 in a 40 down a non-residential, non-busy, 4-lane street because she's late to class. Seriously.
You know those commercials where the 100-calorie snack pack truck gets overturned, and a mob of screaming women rushes to stuff their faces with the contents? Those commercials bug me.
The fact that I'm blogging about them says a lot, because most commercials bug me (see also: Hillshire Farms, Sunny Delight, Vlasic Pickles, Light 'n' Fit Yogurt, Empire Floors, Central Kia, and anything with "talking" babies or graphic explanations of stuff that comes out of bodies). And before you try to counter that those commercials are effective because I remember them, well, I'm not the average moron who then buys the products these commercials promote just because they're familiar. I actively boycott them. Needless to say, 100-calorie packs fall into this category -- not that I liked them to begin with. I either eat junk food or I don't; I'm not about to half-ass eat three tiny, soft Oreos or a thimbleful of Cheez-Its.
Anyway. These commercials? Are ridiculous. Are they implying that only women are greedy and spastic enough to swarm an overturned Nabisco truck? Please. I know a few "fat kids" of the male variety who are just as likely to do this, and quite a few women who wouldn't be caught dead in that situation. All of that squealing and face-stuffing is just insulting. There are plenty of commercials that would crumble under a feminist reading, but this one stands out to me as especially pathetic and obviously written by a man. Sorry to get all Gloria Steinem here, but this spot is just begging for it. Shut up, Nabisco. Now I'm reconsidering whether I will buy your stupid products at all, which is no fun, because if I'm going to get all spastic and stuff my face, I like it to involve Double Stuf Oreos.
So... I have a question...
Is it tacky to exchange wedding gifts I registered for? I don't mean anything any of you got me! It's just that Target has come out with a couple of patterns in dishes and sheets that I like better than what was available when we registered. I totally appreciate the generosity of people who gave those gifts, and that they were kind enough to get things we asked for. It's Target's fault, really -- their selection in November-December was sub-par. So would it be horrible for me to trade for colors I like better now?
Also: pictures at clients.hedyberg.com -- password is our last name, no caps. I'll post the highlights on Facebook once finals are over.
