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pjthompsonQuote of the day:
"Gods are great. But the heart is greater. For it is from our hearts they come, and to our hearts they shall return . . ."
—Neil Gaiman, American Gods
Things I thought of blogging today: The fact that this new movie, The Island, is a remake (or rip off?) of a horrifically cheesy scifi movie (The Clonus Horror) from the 70s that wound up being parodied on Mystery Science Theater 3000. Why anyone would want to remake such a turkey is beyond me, but the current moviemakers seem to have given it a high-gloss finish.
God, I miss MST3K.
One of the great ironic highlights of my writing career was when I realized that one of the stink bombs being parodied on MST3K was written by a writing teacher I had at UCLA whom I loathed—not because he was a stinky writer, but because he was a pretentious bully and control freak.
God, I miss MST3K.
Just the thought of the poopie suit scene in Starfighters has me laughing until I...
Random pretentious thought of the day: Poetry, it seems to me, is about the willingness to be naked in front of strangers.
No, that's not quite right. It's about the willingness to appear to be naked in front of strangers. It isn't confessional, not the good stuff. No, it's more like doing a strip tease, but when you get past the point of your skivvies what the audience really sees is a marvelous body suit that gives the breathless illusion of skin.
Odd discovery of the day: One of my ancestors showed up being discussed on a mailing list called CIRCUS FOLK. Imagine my delight! I had so hoped he'd been a two-headed man or a wildman of the woods—or at least double-jointed—before converting to Mormonism and acquiring nine wives back in the 19th century before the church outlawed it. But no, the wildest he got (before the wives) was playing clarinet in the band. Of course, the nine wives were a bit of a feat—and makes for some amazingly tangled genealogy, I can tell you.
Fortunately, I'm descended from the black sheep line of that family.
Of course, he also spent time as a ship's carpenter. I like to think of his polygamy as a formalized and sanctified extension of his seafaring days.
Here's a verse for Kevin of the day: From today's Edward Gorey calendar:
The seaweed on the shore cries out,
But only it knows what about
"Gods are great. But the heart is greater. For it is from our hearts they come, and to our hearts they shall return . . ."
—Neil Gaiman, American Gods
Things I thought of blogging today: The fact that this new movie, The Island, is a remake (or rip off?) of a horrifically cheesy scifi movie (The Clonus Horror) from the 70s that wound up being parodied on Mystery Science Theater 3000. Why anyone would want to remake such a turkey is beyond me, but the current moviemakers seem to have given it a high-gloss finish.
God, I miss MST3K.
One of the great ironic highlights of my writing career was when I realized that one of the stink bombs being parodied on MST3K was written by a writing teacher I had at UCLA whom I loathed—not because he was a stinky writer, but because he was a pretentious bully and control freak.
God, I miss MST3K.
Just the thought of the poopie suit scene in Starfighters has me laughing until I...
Random pretentious thought of the day: Poetry, it seems to me, is about the willingness to be naked in front of strangers.
No, that's not quite right. It's about the willingness to appear to be naked in front of strangers. It isn't confessional, not the good stuff. No, it's more like doing a strip tease, but when you get past the point of your skivvies what the audience really sees is a marvelous body suit that gives the breathless illusion of skin.
Odd discovery of the day: One of my ancestors showed up being discussed on a mailing list called CIRCUS FOLK. Imagine my delight! I had so hoped he'd been a two-headed man or a wildman of the woods—or at least double-jointed—before converting to Mormonism and acquiring nine wives back in the 19th century before the church outlawed it. But no, the wildest he got (before the wives) was playing clarinet in the band. Of course, the nine wives were a bit of a feat—and makes for some amazingly tangled genealogy, I can tell you.
Fortunately, I'm descended from the black sheep line of that family.
Of course, he also spent time as a ship's carpenter. I like to think of his polygamy as a formalized and sanctified extension of his seafaring days.
Here's a verse for Kevin of the day: From today's Edward Gorey calendar:
The seaweed on the shore cries out,
But only it knows what about
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Date: 2005-07-21 12:57 am (UTC)My greatgrandfather had two wives, my grandfather was the son of the second wife. A bit like Raise the Red Lantern, but with less wives. :)
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Date: 2005-07-21 10:52 am (UTC)Marrying thirteen-year-olds was rather more the rule than the exception. Some slimy stuff went on with polygamy (and still does in those outlaw sects still in Utah, as most of the girls are still married off at 13 and have absolutely no say in it). Usually I try not to offend people's religious beliefs because it's "live and let live" as far as I'm concernned. But in this case, I don't care if I offend: Mormom polygamy is slimy. Any religion that institutionalize sexual exploitation of children is slimy, imo.
I'm third generation apostate from that religion, btw. And it was only one branch of the family.