Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Miss F (gasps): Is it called "I'm So Swoony"?
FYI here is the book.
I woke up Tuesday morning and started laughing before I got out of bed, remembering this.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Developed by the Graffiti Research Lab a division of the Eyebeam R&D OpenLab, LED Throwies are an inexpensive way to add color to any ferromagnetic surface in your neighborhood.
...it may be that she is your long-lost mother who had been told that you died at birth. Ask her!
If you have never learned housekeeping or deportment because your mother is in the habit of practicing Telescopic Philanthropy and only employs you to help her write letters...
...don't use this as an excuse not to respect her. She is still your mother, and you will learn housekeeping skills from someone else before you marry the dancing master.
If you are sitting with a friend in your furnished room and notice that there is a terrible and ominous smell coming from the rag-and-bone shop on the ground floor as well as a strange oily soot in the air...
...it's probably because your landlord has spontaneously combusted. Call the Bow Street Runners.
*n.b. this is not true.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
...had an anxiety dream involving McGill University, which you did not attend?
...owned a cat who habitually carried a stuffed dinosaur around in her mouth?
...worried that you are gradually but thoroughly destroying your knees by jogging, but the only sign of this will be that one day, when you are running down South Street, your kneecaps will just fall off?
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Monday, February 06, 2006
Saturday, February 04, 2006
So what's left of CS Lewis' quote and my previous post? Well, read the third link, the one to Mere Comments, in that post. That explains it better than I seem to be able to, partially because I have as yet had no coffee, and it's already almost 11:15 in the morning. It has to do with what mutual submission actually looks like. No, I don't think I'm going to be getting any more coherent than that at the moment. Maybe later.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Are you with me?
Now. The following is from That Hideous Strength, the third in CS Lewis' Space Trilogy. And it's getting at the same question, from a slightly different angle. Well, a related question: we were talking at James' blog about church authority. But it's tied together somehow.
"You were saying, my dear?" resumed the Director.
"I thought love meant equality," she said, "and free companionship."
"Ah, equality!" said the Director. "We must talk of that some other time. Yes, we must all be guarded by equal rights from one another's greed, because we are fallen...Equality is not the deepest thing, you know."
"I always thought that's just what it was. I thought that it was in their souls that people were equal."
"You were mistaken," said he gravely. "That is the last place where they are equal. Equality before the law; equality of incomes; that is all very well. Equality guards life; it does not make it. It is medicine, not food. You might as well try to warm yourself with a
"But surely in marriage...?"
"Worse and worse, " said the Director. "Courtship knows nothing of it; nor does fruition. What has free companionship to do with that?"
--and it goes on. Page 148 in the MacMillan edition with the '60s graphic on the cover.
He's not talking about class inequality. Jane, the woman speaking, is later taken aback at the lack of servility that Ivy-- who cleans Jane's house-- shows, when they're both under the Director's roof. And of course he's not saying that some people are more valued by God than others, or anything like that. Almost the opposite: if he's right, and if you cross-apply this idea to the James-blog-debate, it means that while the world-system only values the strong, the leaders, those in authority, God genuinely values those who genuinely don't have authority, or who have less authority.
I, for example, "am a person also under authority." My editor is called Steve. And part of his job, what he may do every day to the glory of God, is to is tell me what to do. And my job is to obey him, as long as he doesn't tell me to do something immoral or illegal. He genuinely has authority over me, and depending on how we each fulfill our separate roles-- in love, to God's glory-- God is pleased, I think. Steve would be delinquent in not telling me what to do next as much as I would be delinquent (and have been, truth be told) in goofing off rather than doing it. It's like symbiosis. It's like the Little Drummer Boy.
You may froth at the mouth below.