< Inversation > realised there were still debates about wigga and christianity etc, kicked the cd player to make it move then fell asleep again
<^Spike^> Debates about WIGGA?
<^Spike^> Is that some homie pagan religion?
<^Spike^> Yo yo, whathup mah earth sistas.
<^Spike^> Word to jo Goddess, aight.
* ^Spike^ fires his wand at a rival Coven while riding past on a unicorn.
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slacking, not working, bad bug
I had, what I believe, may have been the best night of sleep I’ve gotten in ages. Really. It was incredible to wake up and not still be tired or feel like you’ve had your ass kicked.
My original goal was to get up every morning at the ass crack of dawn and go work out. In a month that has happened a total of zero times. I’m pathetic. SO! New goal is to go late at night, which is when i always have more energy. So I’ll have dinner before 7, hang out here till 10:30, work out for an hour, come home, meditate or read and wind down post showering, and then crash in a heap. I’m all about structure. Dicipline i say!!
We went out to Cozymel’s last night to meet a friend of Hugo’s and they had a gift for the Hugo. He did them an uber favor so they wanted to show their appreciation with real Russian Vodka….FROM RUSSIA! It came in a mamushka doll which is hand painted and beautiful. Anyway, we didn’t eat or stay very long because we had someone else to meet later. FYI, Cozymel’s is LOUD. Not my kind of establishment.
Hugo and i decided we were going to kill the beer drinking around here. It’s keeping me from losing any weight and it’s causing Hugo to have allergies. So yay.
::currently lusty eyed over the Complete Set of Yoga Tracks from the iTunes Essentials collection::
Thou art filled with deliciousness
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But Is There Intelligent Spaghetti Out There?
By SARAH BOXER
Is the super-intelligent, super-popular god known as the Flying Spaghetti Monster any match for the prophets of intelligent design?
This month, the Kansas State Board of Education gave preliminary approval to allow teaching alternatives to evolution like intelligent design (the theory that a smart being designed the universe). And President Bush and Senator Bill Frist of Tennessee both gave the thumbs up to teaching intelligent design.
Long before that, Bobby Henderson, a 25-year-old with a physics degree from Oregon State University, had a divine vision. An intelligent god, a Flying Spaghetti Monster, he said, "revealed himself to me in a dream."
He posted a sketch on his Web site, venganza.org, showing an airborne tangle of spaghetti and meatballs with two eyes looming over a mountain, trees and a stick man labeled "midgit." Prayers to the Flying Spaghetti Monster, his site says, end with "ramen," not "amen."
Then, Mr. Henderson, who says on his site that he is desperately trying to avoid taking a job programming slot machines in Las Vegas, posted an open letter to the Kansas board.
In perfect deadpan he wrote that although he agreed that science students should "hear multiple viewpoints" of how the universe came to be, he was worried that they would be hearing only one theory of intelligent design. After all, he noted, there are many such theories, including his own fervent belief that "the universe was created by a Flying Spaghetti Monster." He demanded equal time in the classroom and threatened a lawsuit.
Soon he was flooded with e-mail messages. Ninety-five percent of those who wrote to him, he said on his Web site, were "in favor of teaching Flying Spaghetti Monsterism in schools." Five percent suggested that he would be going to hell. Lawyers contacted him inquiring how serious he was about a lawsuit against the Kansas board. His answer: "Very."
This month, the news media, both mainstream and digital, jumped in. The New Scientist magazine wrote an article. So did Die Welt. Two online encyclopedias, Uncyclopedia and Wikipedia, wrote entries on the Flying Spaghetti Monster. The Web site Boingboing.net mounted a challenge: "We are willing to pay any individual $250,000 if they can produce empirical evidence which proves that Jesus is not the son of the Flying Spaghetti Monster."
Now, Mr. Henderson says on his Web site, "over 10 million people have been touched by His Noodly Appendage." But what does that mean? When push comes to shove, will the religion that has come to be known as Pastafarianism do what it was intended to do - prove that it is ridiculous to teach intelligent design as science?
Mr. Henderson, who said in an e-mail message that his divine vision was induced by "a lack of sleep and a mounting disgust over the whole I.D. issue," has wit on his side. His god not only resembles human brains (proof, a fan writes, that "we were created in His image") but also looks like the kind of bacteria that proponents of intelligent design hold up as too complex to be the work of evolution alone.
Two dozen academics have endorsed the pasta god. Three members of the Kansas board who already opposed teaching intelligent design wrote kind letters to Mr. Henderson. Dozens of people have posted their sightings of the deity (along with some hilarious pictures). One woman even wrote in to say that she had "conceived the spirit of our Divine Lord," the Flying Spaghetti Monster, while eating alone at the Olive Garden.
"I heard singing, and tomato sauce rained from the sky, and I saw angel hair pasta flying about with little farfalle wings and playing harps," she wrote. "It was beautiful." The Spaghetti Monster, she went on, impregnated her and told her, "You shall name Him ... Prego ... and He shall bring in a new era of love."
Parody is a lot of fun. And parody begets more parody, especially on the Internet. It's contagious. But has anyone ever converted to a parody religion?
The history books show that parody isn't always the smartest strategy when it comes to persuasion. Remember Galileo? Some recent scholars say that it may not have been his science so much as his satire, "Dialogue Concerning the Two Chief World Systems," that got everyone steamed up. Under threat of death, Galileo ended up recanting his view that the earth revolves around the sun, and had to wait 350 years for vindication.
And yet the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster flourishes. It even has schisms. A rival faction, based on SPAM (Spaghetti & Pulsar Activating Meatballs), has formed. And there's bickering, Mr. Henderson said in an e-mail message, about whether the god is made of spaghetti or linguini. Those people, he noted, "give me a headache."
Copyright 2005 The New York Times Company
I just checked Becca’s page and oh goodness.
Addie was born yesterday and she is having a difficult time.
Even if you’re not a praying person, please keep the family in your thoughts and send some good energy their way.
Some stuff
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- might be my favorite Podcast ever. I love being pagan.
- 3 days ago dub threw up a wad of “ick” that contained a chewed up dollar bill, lots of hair, 4 rubberbands, and that’s only what I saw on the surface. I didn’t want to take it apart. He’s currently not feeling well. I’m thinking he’s probably got something stuck in his butt (like a volkswagen or a lawnmower) and am keeping a close eye on him to make sure he 1. poops it out or 2. gets to the vet on time if we have a Big Fucking Problem With The Dog.
- I updated my Amazon.com wishlist. I will never ever buy any of it but it’s nice to hope.
- Old Mother Hubbard changed their dog biscuit recipe. Dub and I are terribly disappointed and will be writing them an email as soon as I finish posting.
- We kicked so much ass this week it wasn’t even funny. I have never been so tired, yet elated, in my life.
- At lunch Hugo officially gave me reign and command of the yard and landscaping. I am SO happy about this because I have wanted a garden since I moved out of my parents house. Thankfully it’s nearly fall and it will cool off soon so I can 1. rip all the old cruddy over grown ick out of the beds, 2. Lay grass killer, 3. not die of heat stroke in the process. I also do not know how to start a mower and refuse to use the riding mower. Suggestions?
- I was running in and out of my bedroom and the bathroom yesterday morning. (The doors are adjacent to one another.) At some point dub hopped up on my bed and began to eat my new sheets. (purple jersey knit) I caught him just in time. Needless to say, I was unimpressed. Will be buying a swinging gate ASAP.
- I’m not sure why I’m posting like this. It’s probably very obnoxious of me.
- Not that i have ever been afraid of being obnoxious…