Posted on April 3, 2005 in Roundup
This roundup covers the week of 27 March to 2 April 2005.
Odd: in the week following Easter, the ancient pagan celebration of the Dawn and the Christian feast of the Resurrection of Christ, two stories about death occupied the attention of many bloggers: Terri Schiavo and John Paul II. If you have visited this blog, you have read my takes on these two stories. What follows is a short list of commentators and what they said about each event:
Clint Eastwood was rewarded for telling us that if you’re physically disabled your life is worthless. Terri Schiavo’s husband is being castigated for trying to fullfill what he felt his wife’s wishes would be, to discard the physical shell once the soul/mentality inside was gone.
Scott Peterson sentenced to death by lethal injection for killing his wife and unborn son, but Terry Schiavo, who committed no crime, is starved to death? At least Peterson will get a last meal of his own request. Terry just gets a tube removed and let her linger for ten days or so. Who’d want to be the nurse that checked up on THAT?!?!? Why not give Terry the same consideration we give murderers and if her life is to be ended, to truly do it mercifully?
I have come to the point where I realize that I can’t do it alone. The public doesn’t want Hamburger Lad. To them, I’m just a slimy mollusc to be trod upon. If I’m going to win their ear, I must hide myself. I must wrap myself in sensation, something to draw in a people daily bombarded by words and images. So, if I can’t beat them, I will join them. I can use the Bellevue Reporter as a guide. They want adultery? Very well, adultery is what I shall give them.
Um, that is, if I can find a mistress.
I am deathly afraid of the Evangelicals. I refuse to call them Christians and I refuse to call them Right. Refusing to acknowledge their existence at all has not worked, so, my being the type that can do something only all the way or not at all, have to take the side of action. I cannot be silent. I cannot look the other way. I cannot pretend to not notice.
I am stuck because I have no story to tell. Telling stories requires a profound faith in the power of narrative. As it turns out, when it comes to narrative, I am an atheist.
I love teaching, but it just seems like it’s going to continue to be too much of a stuggle to make a living at it here. I don’t get paid enough to live on with what I make now and no one on the administrative side of things seems to think that what I do is worthy of a living wage.
Over the years I have received through comments different names: slut, whore, bitch and even my favorite classic your the biggest idiot on the net. One just one, I was unable to come up with a response too and it was some guy saying he wanted to lick my picture. Flattering as it might seam what do you say to that? Over the years I can say one thing I have been true to who I am.
I’ve had a bit of paranoia lately about the blog and about people recognizing me on the street, especially since my full name is more visible now than ever and because I’ve gotten email from several people on campus inquiring about me. I’ve only been approached about this blog by one person and it was an uncomfortable experience.
So somehow my house has become an installation. (I can see so from where I am.) But still livable, and that’s cool. Very cool; an achievement of a sort. Even if off the Better Homes and Gardens radar (fine!) and too big for the dread Walker.
I’ve come to the conclusion that the key to my having a satisfying life is to be happy at whatever geographic coordinates I find myself at during each and every moment, as opposed to wishing that I were somewhere else out of regret or anticipation.