Wow — there’s a volcano not too far away, about 22 miles from Bend, OR, that looks like it might be preparing to erupt at some point in the near future.
My brain hurts
This almost sounds like sci-fi, but apparently it’s a real theory being tossed around right now: a UK researcher is proposing the possibility that our consciousness is the brain’s electromagnetic field. Whether or not it’s true, I could see some very interesting possibilities in playing with that idea….
Parting is such sweet sorrow
Wil’s been exorcising his demons this week — some of the best writing I’ve seen on his site. Three posts in a series that are worth a read: Mirror Mirror, Turnaround, and The Big Goodbye.
Memorial Day weekend
I had a pretty decent Memorial Day weekend — just fairly uneventful, for the most part. Spent most of my time hanging out and relaxing here at the apartment. Laura (pleasure_lil_treasure_99) came and hung out for a while, and I introduced her to the movie AI: Artificial Intelligence.
Other than that, not a whole lot went on…just a fairly nice relaxing 3-day weekend. I’m hoping to be able to leave early from work this Friday to go out and see a show at the Catwalk: KMFDM, Pig, The Kidney Thieves, and 16 Volt! I’m really hoping to be able to make it, but if I can’t, I’ll have a second chance when they come back through in July. Keeping my fingers crossed….
North to Alaska
Just when I’d reconciled myself to the fact that I wasn’t going to be able to afford to head up to Alaska this summer like I’d been planning to see James and Stacy get hitched, what do some of my friends do but chip in to help me out with the cost of the plane ticket.
Pretty cool, eh? My friends rock. R-A-W-K rawk!
I got the flight confirmation e-mailed to me this morning right before work. As it stands, I’ll be flying out of here at 12:25pm on Friday June 21st, arriving in Anchorage that same day at 3:01pm. I’ll be up there all through the weekend, flying back down Monday night, leaving at 8:30pm and arriving back in Seattle at 12:45am.
In other news, I got two more small packages from my parents. Knowing my sweet tooth all to well, one was a bottle of Nutella. The other made me laugh — a climbers D-ring with a key ring attachment that has a compass attached to it. Given the fact that it came with a note that said, “Don’t get lost!” I’m pretty sure it was inspired by my lamenting my lack of a compass back when I was first trying to find my way around the Microsoft campus.
Y’know — my friends and my parents rock. Too cool.
The Last Temptation of Christ
My memories are a little hazy after all these years, but I do still have some shaking around my head of when the film version of The Last Temptation of Christ came out to the theaters. The only place in Anchorage that would play it was a little arthouse place called the Capri (which, sadly, no longer exists), and in order to see the film during its run there, you had to go by the protestors picketing the Capri in anger they they dared to show the film. I’m pretty sure that Dad and I went to see the movie together, though I’m not positive.
In any case, I always enjoyed the film, and owned it on videotape before the DVD release became available, at which point I gave the video version to my parents. I’d been intending to read the original novel for a long time, but finally picked it up after finishing The Complete Chronicles of Narnia — I guess a little “light” Christian reading got me in the mood for something a little deeper.
Reading this was definitely interesting — it may be one of the very few times where I prefer the movie adaptation to the original written work. This isn’t meant to slight the book at all, it was quite good reading…however, something about the writing style Kazantzakis used (quite intentionally, as I found out in the afterword) kept me from getting as engrossed in the book as I do when I watch the film. As with all book to movie tranlations, there are details and subtleties that can be conveyed more easily and in more depth in the book than can be done on film, so I’m quite glad that I did take the time to read the book, but in the end I’m much more likely to pop in the movie to watch again than I am to pick up the book.
To my mind, it’s always been quite difficult to see just why this book, and the film, caused so much consternation — sure, it was a grittier, more human presentation of Jesus than is typical, but wasn’t part of the point of Jesus being the ‘Son of Man’ as well as the ‘Son of God’ that he was human? That’s always how it seemed to me, and I never really got the uproar over a look at his life that explored his human side in addition to his divine side. This edition of the book, however, includes the essay ‘A Note on the Author and His Use of Language’ by the translator, P. A. Bien, that helped clear up a little of the mystery behind that for me — as well as raising another question that I’m kind of hoping dad (or anyone else, for that matter) might be able to shed a little light on!
It turns out that the very basis of the work is, in fact, heretical to official Church beliefs. According to Bien,
Jesus is a [Nietzschean] superman, one who by force of will achieves a victory over matter…. But this over-all victory is really a succession of particular triumphs as he frees himself from various forms of bondage — family, bodily pleasures, the state, fear of death. Since…freedom is not a reward for the struggle but rather the very process of struggle itself, it is paramount that Jesus be constantly tempted by evil in such a way that he feel its attractiveness and even succumb to it, for only in this way can his ultimate rejection of temptation of meaning.
This is heresy. It is the same heresy that Milton…slipped into on occasion — as when he declared that evil may enter the mind of God and, if unapproved, leave ‘no spot or blame behind.'”
Now, this was interesting to me — if I’m understanding this correctly, the heresy lies not just in the belief that Jesus could be tempted, but that there was a risk that he could give into that temptation. My question, then, is just this — isn’t that the way it would need to be? If there were no possibility of Jesus giving into the temptation and renouncing his spot on the cross, then what would be the point? It seems to me that temptation without the risk of succumbing to that temptation would hardly be temptation at all, and any ‘victory’ over temptaion at that point would be entirely meaningless.
Any thoughts? Comments? Attempts to drive into my head whatever it is I’m missing here?
Hooray for slow work days
Things here are slow enough that I’m spending a little time bouncing around, and found something quite interesting — the top 100 books of all time, as chosen by 100 writers from 54 countries. The list follows — bolded titles are ones that I’ve actually read (though, admittedly, in some instances I read them as ‘childrens versions’ years ago, and probably should go back and read the actual versions).
Birthday presents!
I’ve got some very silly parents.
I’m sure that this is just an entirely mindblowing revelation, for anyone who knows me well, or has met them.
I got my first box of birthday presents from them a couple days ago. Two items, both of which made me laugh a lot. The first was a black t-shirt bearing the text, “I’m only wearing black until they make something darker.” They know me so well….
The second I’m almost positive was primarily, if not entirely, my mom’s idea. See, my mom has a fascination (and an unhealthy one, at that, in my slightly smart-alecky opinion) with silly little noisemakers — for instance, some of our family trip back in December of 2000 was devoted to searching for things like the “Big Mouth Bass” or whatever that singing fish was that was so popular a while ago. Now, these little gadgets happen to annoy me to pieces, so I teased mom mercilessly about this during the trip.
So what do I get for my birthday? I got a “My Pet Ferret (With realistic Movement and Ferret Chatter) — Touch and Sound Activated!” I laughed pretty hard when I saw that…both because of the teasing I’d given mom over toys of this sort, and because for a time before I moved to Seattle, I used to have two ferrets of my own. So now, every so often, when I make enough noise, I’m greeted with some happy little ferret chatter coming out of the corner of my room where he sits.
As I said — I’ve got very silly parents.
Why I don’t give my phone number to people who fry anymore.
3:45 am:
RIIIING…RIIIING…RIIING…
“Hello?”
“I just saw Gurbymurble!”
“You saw who? Who the hell is this?”
“James! I saw Gurbymurble!”
“Who the hell is Gurbymurble?”
“That Russian dude!”
“You mean Gorbachov?”
“Yeah, that dude!”
“You’re calling me at 3:45 in the morning to say you saw Gorbachov on TV?!”
“No man, not on TV! I saw the dude at the 7-11!”
“What the hell would Gorbachov be doin’ at the Darkville 7-11?”
“He was buyin’ a pack of smokes!”
“The only reason Mikhail Gorbachov would be the 7-11 buying a pack of smokes at 3:45 in the morning is beause you dropped five hits of acid at midnight and have in fact seen Willy tryin’ to hold up the store again. What, praytell, did this Mr. Gorbachov look like?”
“Uh, he was a tall black dude holding a .45.”
“And when was the last time you saw Gorbachov holding a .45?”
“Tonight at the 7-11!”
“Uh-huh….”
“Hey dude! It’s almost 4! What are you doin’ up?”
“I’m talking to a moron.”
“Aw fuck him! Listen, you won’t believe what I saw!”
“You saw a black Mikhail Gorbachov holding up the 7-11….”
“DUDE! Did I tell you about that?”
“Yes. Yes you did, thank you.”
“I saw a 400 pound spider eat a cop!”
“Oh? And where did this little atrocity happen? Not at the 7-11 by any chance?”
“No, man, on channel 31! It’s a movie called ‘A Big Ol’ Fuckin’ Spider Eats a Cop.'”
“More like ‘5 Hits of Acid Eats a Loadie’s Brain.'”
“I haven’t had 5 hits of acid!”
“My sincerest apologies….”
“I’ve had 6!”
“Hang up the phone or I’m giving the Jehovah’s Witnesses your address.”
“Who do you think I got the 6 hits from?!”
SLAM!!!
Frikkin’ Major Tom!!!
I got to go to another concert last night — Peter Murphy! It was an absolutely incredible show. He focused mostly on songs from his most recent album, Dust, but also tossed in a few of his more popular songs from other older albums, including both ‘Crystal Wrists’ and ‘Roll Call’, two of my favorites.
I went to the show with Rick, and while I was there I ran into a friend of mine that I chat online with fairly often, pleasure_lil_treasure_99. She’s been to see Peter four times before this, so after he closed his main set with ‘Roll Call’, she told us that he only ever does one encore. Well, not only did he do one encore, he then proceded to do a second — and then a third! The third was completely mindblowing, too — an absolutely gorgeous cover of David Bowie’s ‘Space Oddity’.
Altogether, an absolutely incredible show. Too, too cool. Afterwards, Pleasure was kind enough to give me a ride home, and we hung out for a while until she had to pick up her friends and head home…at which point I hit the bed and passed out.
Peeeeeeeetaaaahhhhhhh!