The LA Times printed this, from the SFoodie blog at SFWeekly.com
You’ve waited hours in line to get your hands on Kogi’s Korean BBQ tacos, and as you step away from the truck, the unthinkable happens – your drop your meal on the ground. What do you do?
Y'all may have seen Beyonce's video to "All The Single Ladies."
Or the GLEE version? (My favorite!)
My friend Emily Timbol is a writer. We met each other in cyberspace after she read my book. In fact she's one of the first people who emailed me after reading my book. I could tell she was a writer, though she didn't lead with that. She did admit to having a blog. I encouraged her to submit some of her pieces. She's now a contributor to the Burnside Writers Collective, AND Relevant Magazine. Her first piece on Relevant was about going on a fast. A very long fast. like almost 40 days. When she started hallucinating about burger-topped pizzas, she knew it was time to cease the fast.Did I mention she is very funny?
Today she's got a new piece on Relevant Magazine about mentoring. Check it out!
Southern California has been in the midst of a long drought, so we really should be thankful for the storms that are upon us. But we have four in a row between today and Friday. Last summer's Station Fire consumed over a quarter of the Angeles Crest forest, so all of that bare mountain is just mud ready to wash down.
And it's started. Yikes.
A month from now "Pants On the Ground" will be as obselete as "Taylor Hicks." But for now, here's something I just had to repost.
In other news, Conan O'Brien put the Tonight Show up for sale on Craigslist. The ad was deleted, probably by NBC, but fortunately someone got a screen shot!
My husband used to travel a lot when he wrote for World Vision. He visited countries all over the world that are dealing with poverty--World Vision's mission is to help the poor with basic needs and education. Larry’s a pretty idealistic guy. But he said that Haiti was the only place he thought was beyond hope. He could physically feel the oppression and despair. He couldn’t wait to leave. The official he interviewed encouraged him to do so as soon as possible. Do the interview and go straight to the airport.
Pat Robertson, who seems to have a knack for saying outrageous things when camera is rolling, claimed Haiti’s earthquake was divine retribution for an oath its people made centuries ago. A pact with the devil in exchange for freedom. Robertson also blamed Katrina on debauchery committed in New Orleans, and the 9/11 attacks on “the sodomists.” Which made me wonder if he thought there was a gay bar on top of the World Trade Center.
Don Miller wrote a terrific response to Robertson on his blog. Thank you Don, for the calming but firm words. There's not much I can add to that.
Sara Miles, the leftist lesbian journalist-turned-leftist lesbian Christian humbly said of her detractors: “James Dobson has something to learn from me, and I have something to learn from James Dobson.” There’s something for me to learn from Pat Roberson: be careful what you say.
At the root of Robertson's horrible pronouncement is a truth: what you say matters. Your words hold weight. They go out into the world and change it. And not just the world you can see but the one you cannot. I do believe there is a realm we do not see, or choose to not see. You don’t have to be a Pentecostal to believe it. You don’t have to be religious. It’s there in all the myths and stories we’ve passed down. And it’s in the movies we love to watch: The Matrix, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, the Narnia Chronicles. There is a greater reality.
And there is this reality right here, in what I see and do and what I say. "Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks.” For that reason I must stop before I use damning words against Pat Robertson, for his damning words against a country that uttered damning words.
The AA Twelve and Twelve discusses taking a personal moral inventory. You may slip past “thou shalt not kill,” thinking you’re clean because you haven’t murdered someone. But what about character assassination? How many trail of dead have I left in the wake of my own words? I’ve pissed off good people because of my sloppy words: things said in jest, things I wrote which others took the wrong way, things I said in the heat of the moment ... Words that no manner of apology could shove back in my mouth. Words that went out into the world and changed it.
I won’t bother to castigate Pat Robertson. I should pray for him. God bless you, Pat. Go home and get some sleep.
If there's a realm we don't see, and our words go out and change it, I wonder what kind of divine retribution is coming our way for our surfeit and self-satisfaction? Our moral rectitude? Why are we all not damned for every careless word we've said? Think of all the oaths and pacts uttered on the football field or the mall or Wall Street or wherever.
A friend of mine was obsessed over the fact his great-grandfather had been in the masons. They made weird oaths in the Masons. They did occult things and swore on their children’s graves. My friend was convinced that those oaths uttered by his ancestor were responsible for the hardships he had in his life. The thing is, only five minutes later my friend started trashed his brother. He didn't see the connection.
Maybe Haiti is some spiritual vortex for bad juju. But there are plenty of innocent people in Haiti: people of faith, people who need help. People whom this country turned away when they rowed to our shores in hope of escape. (When are we getting the divine payback for that?) Or, maybe this earthquake was God’s providence. Maybe now the government will have no choice but to let outside help and organization come in and help. Maybe this is a new beginning.
At least, maybe God is holding out that opportunity for us MAKE it a new beginning with what we SAY and DO. Forget ruminating over the spiritual realm. Get out into the physical realm that you DO see, and DO physical things that can physically change it. Do it now. As Don mentioned in this blog, here’s the right response to Haiti; “For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in.” Here's a list of organizations to whom you can contribute.
Speaking of oaths, I wonder when we're going to be accountable for these?
OH, MY GOD
by Billy Collins
Not only in church
and nightly by their bedsides
do young girls pray these days
Wherever they go,
prayer is woven into their talk
like a bright thread of awe
Even at the pedestrian mall
outbursts of praise
spring unbidden from their glossy lips.
When I was young I rarely went to the library. I preferred to spend my afternoons outside than in a book. Thats what my sister did: she stayed at home reading books. Not for me. I was going out into the world (or at least the neighborhood) to live my own story. At least, that's how I saw it.
But I loved movies-I could disappear into a story on screen. In college I studied film production and later got a master's degree in screenwriting, because I loved telling stories. It was then that I came to appreciate the library. The library was a quiet place to study, I could rent movies, and I finally discovered books. In fact, some of my favorite films were adaptations from books.
My first book was published past year, and I have the library to thank. The library was a quiet place where I could retreat from the noise in my own life and do what I loved to do--write. I wrote half my book at the public library. I found books that inspired my own writing. And I saw people of every age and ethnicity doing the same: studying, reading, writing, or just enjoying the quiet. Well, it was mostly quiet. Sometimes it got noisy, like a half hour after the local schools adjourned and the place got flooded with students. Mostly Asian students. Hate to tell ya, but the children of immigrants will be running our companies in 30 years. They don't mess around.
The library isn't just for readers of books. It's a place for movie watchers, students, job seekers, and researchers. (Sometimes it's a haven for the homeless. But as long as they're quiet and don't smell too bad, I say let them stay). The library is a wealth of information in nearly every medium: books, periodicals, magazines, online access, DVD rental ... etc. And the library is still one of the best places to retreat from the noise of life, disappear into someone else's story, or write your own.
And it's free.
Dear Library: It took me a while to love you. Thanks for staying open all those years.
