I would really love to know if you think this is right or wrong:
There is a group of people in congress who have a club that is defined by race. One cannot be a part of this club if one is not the same race as the current members all are. In fact someone of another race just tried to join, and the group voted against him because he wasn't the same race they were. It's a good idea to read the whole thing.
racism--n 1. a belief or doctrine that inherent differences among the various human races determine cultural or individual achievement, usually involving the idea that one's own race is superior and has the right to rule others. 2. a policy, system of government, etc., based upon or fostering such a doctrine; discrimination. 3. hatred or intolerance of another race or other races.
—Related forms
racist, noun, adjective
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Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2006.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
Palm Springs
Assisted living for an entire city.
I'll be using that line for the rest of my natural life!
(Anyone from So. Cal. like, totally gets it.)
I'll be using that line for the rest of my natural life!
(Anyone from So. Cal. like, totally gets it.)
Friday, January 19, 2007
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Dang That Katie Couric!!
We finished school at a somewhat reasonable hour today. I had big plans for looking through the catalogs that arrived in the mail, and reading in one of the three books I have staring me down. Then it came. An Email from a friend with Katie Couric's stupid comments.
It seems Katie got a newsflash (pun intended):
There are a bunch of men in the news business!
This has made Katie sad. She notes that 51% of America is female while just 16% of congress is. While those statistics may send her mind wandering (was she even paying attention during the White House briefing?) I'd be more interested to know what percent of the newscasters there actually deliver unbiased news. To put it simply, I don't discriminate based on gender. I don't care if I get the news from a woman or a man. I just want the news, straight and clear.
And, Katie, since I know you read my blog, it may interest you to know that some of those 51% of women--the ones with kids--well, a good number of them are at home. In fact, according to the U.S. Census Bureau, 6.8 million American women are full time moms at home. And, of those, only 1.5% are there because they cannot find work. And, go figure, the higher education the mother has, the more likely she is to stay at home. What?! This is a choice? Surely women are still being oppressed from being what Ms. Couric and the gals think they should be, right? I mean no woman would choose to be home without being held back by those good ol' boys, right? Frankly, I think the fact that I could do Couric's job, but I choose to do mine, is a greater measure of my status as a woman in this country.
Hate to burst your bubble, but I am aware that I have options, Ms. Couric, and the choice you made is unappealing to me, thankyouverymuch.
It seems Katie got a newsflash (pun intended):
There are a bunch of men in the news business!
This has made Katie sad. She notes that 51% of America is female while just 16% of congress is. While those statistics may send her mind wandering (was she even paying attention during the White House briefing?) I'd be more interested to know what percent of the newscasters there actually deliver unbiased news. To put it simply, I don't discriminate based on gender. I don't care if I get the news from a woman or a man. I just want the news, straight and clear.
And, Katie, since I know you read my blog, it may interest you to know that some of those 51% of women--the ones with kids--well, a good number of them are at home. In fact, according to the U.S. Census Bureau, 6.8 million American women are full time moms at home. And, of those, only 1.5% are there because they cannot find work. And, go figure, the higher education the mother has, the more likely she is to stay at home. What?! This is a choice? Surely women are still being oppressed from being what Ms. Couric and the gals think they should be, right? I mean no woman would choose to be home without being held back by those good ol' boys, right? Frankly, I think the fact that I could do Couric's job, but I choose to do mine, is a greater measure of my status as a woman in this country.
Hate to burst your bubble, but I am aware that I have options, Ms. Couric, and the choice you made is unappealing to me, thankyouverymuch.
Monday, January 15, 2007
24
I can't believe I have to wait a whole week for my next fix! In the meantime, it looks like we may actually make progress with Iran.
Quote of the Day
Spoken from Boy-a-Thon while he was in the garden, admiring a bee:
"I wish people could dress up like bees without looking like idiots."
You should know that he admired the bee for about 3 minutes, nonstop. He has always adored animals, plants, and in fact all creation. He will not allow any of us to kill cockroaches. He will scoop them up and take them outside.
"I wish people could dress up like bees without looking like idiots."
You should know that he admired the bee for about 3 minutes, nonstop. He has always adored animals, plants, and in fact all creation. He will not allow any of us to kill cockroaches. He will scoop them up and take them outside.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
A 'tweener
'tweener (twee-nuhr) n. 1. Something or someone in the area separating categories or space. Orange is a 'tweener of red and yellow. Warm is a 'tweener of hot and cold.
(My father-in-law first introduced me to this word years ago. At first it seemed funny. Then I began to see it as clever. Now it has become an essential part of my vocabulary. Take it and use it. I'll bet it becomes essential for you, too.)
For about the last year and a half, I have been feeling, well, not quite comfortable. I've been kind of itchy, and irritable. (No, I did not forget a 'b' back there.) It's the way I imagine babies feel when they fuss a bit just before they fall asleep. They are not really awake and they are not yet asleep. Things just aren't right until they finally drift off to a peaceful rest.
I thought this started with the Terry Schiavo fiasco, but it actually began long before that. The deep funk I felt over the Schiavo case was the first time this sense (it had been very subtle before) was an actual feeling. It was measureable. I could tell for certain something just wasn't right. It actually made me sick to hear people use the term "non-human person" and espouse their "criteria for personhood". I felt like Alice through the looking glass.
I haven't had another acute experience such as that, but that sense of light nausea has never completely gone away. You see, while I am living in this world, I am growing in the knowledge of another world. And that other world is the place where I am supposed to be. I and you and every image-bearing being of God's creation were meant for heaven. Believers are indeed 'tweeners.
When I remember that, the nausea subsides a bit. When I am refreshed by the truth and promises of God's word, I can relax and cast all my anxieties on Him. We are indeed strangers and pilgrims on the earth. I declare plainly that I seek a homeland--a better, heavenly country. Thank God He has prepared a city for us!
(My father-in-law first introduced me to this word years ago. At first it seemed funny. Then I began to see it as clever. Now it has become an essential part of my vocabulary. Take it and use it. I'll bet it becomes essential for you, too.)
For about the last year and a half, I have been feeling, well, not quite comfortable. I've been kind of itchy, and irritable. (No, I did not forget a 'b' back there.) It's the way I imagine babies feel when they fuss a bit just before they fall asleep. They are not really awake and they are not yet asleep. Things just aren't right until they finally drift off to a peaceful rest.
I thought this started with the Terry Schiavo fiasco, but it actually began long before that. The deep funk I felt over the Schiavo case was the first time this sense (it had been very subtle before) was an actual feeling. It was measureable. I could tell for certain something just wasn't right. It actually made me sick to hear people use the term "non-human person" and espouse their "criteria for personhood". I felt like Alice through the looking glass.
I haven't had another acute experience such as that, but that sense of light nausea has never completely gone away. You see, while I am living in this world, I am growing in the knowledge of another world. And that other world is the place where I am supposed to be. I and you and every image-bearing being of God's creation were meant for heaven. Believers are indeed 'tweeners.
When I remember that, the nausea subsides a bit. When I am refreshed by the truth and promises of God's word, I can relax and cast all my anxieties on Him. We are indeed strangers and pilgrims on the earth. I declare plainly that I seek a homeland--a better, heavenly country. Thank God He has prepared a city for us!
Human Error
I haven't blogged since before Christmastime because I thought something was wrong with Blogger. In fact the problem with Blogger is me. Imagine that? I am actually my own problem. Go figure.
Previous to thinking Blogger had "broken", I was feeling quite sorry for myself, having not gotten any comments on my blogposts. Guess what? The fault was mine again. Apparently, I have become so handicapped by my dependence on my own wonderful IT guy that I am, well, an idiot.
Fear not! This year I endeavor to be more responsible for my own technical issues. Shh--don't tell the computer whisperer; he'll break out in a sweat ;-)
Previous to thinking Blogger had "broken", I was feeling quite sorry for myself, having not gotten any comments on my blogposts. Guess what? The fault was mine again. Apparently, I have become so handicapped by my dependence on my own wonderful IT guy that I am, well, an idiot.
Fear not! This year I endeavor to be more responsible for my own technical issues. Shh--don't tell the computer whisperer; he'll break out in a sweat ;-)
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