Saturday, 14 May 2011

Voyeurs or participants (1)

Back in the day when I was in the wedding business I would always make a polite announcement at the beginning of the liturgy.  It would run something like this:

“Since a wedding is a service of worship, we ask that you do not take photographs during the ceremony.  You are welcome to take photo’s as the wedding party processes at the end of the service”.

I did this for two reasons:  First because it was darn uncomfortable to my eyes to have multiple flashes aimed in my direction.  Second because I wanted the guests to participate in the liturgy, not to merely see it as a photo’ op.

There was always some wise guy uncle who would attempt to ignore my request, but I could just about freeze him in place with my famous stare and glare!

(I allowed the “official photographer to take some candids, with the provision that she or her never moved between me and the wedding party).

I was reminded of all this when I was directed to an NPR piece (thanks Roger Shepard).  I hope that you will read it.

Friday, 13 May 2011

Google Blogger system is back up

"Google Blogger" was down for a couple of days.  The following is what I wrote yesterday, and it will also do for today.

Crows, in my estimation, are “gang birds” or “thug birds”.  They have set up a cell in my neighbourhood, a cell which harasses just about every other bird, smaller or larger.

Crows do not sing.  They squawk. They have inflicted this ghastly squawking upon me so much in recent months that I have come to believe that these unpleasant birds are also members of the “Tea Party”.

A pair of “common or garden” ducks hatched twelve ducklings last week.  Now there are only five.  The hawks, crows and turtles have enjoyed fresh duck meat.  Just as well, or else we’d be overwhelmed by an every expanding duck population.

Two Canada geese seem to have taken up permanent residence.  They are handsome fowl, but their scat is disgusting.

A lonesome pelican has been swooping up and down our pond for the past four hours. Once in a while s/he makes a clumsy dive into the water, and then emerges with a fish. There’s a new definition of fast food for you!

My junior cat, Adelaide, is a talker. She miaows each and every time I walk nearby.  She has also developed “leg rubbing” skills (cat owners will know what I mean).  Her leg rubbing communication skill is augmented with frequent and insistent miaowing, indicating that I should tickle, stroke or smooth her.

Senior cat Ada is the strong silent type.  I rarely hear a peep from her.  But twice a day, as I set out her small ration of wet food she lets out one most pathetic sounding miaow.

I am not sure if she is saying “thank you good lord and master for my breakfast/dinner”, or “it’s about time you fed me, you uncaring human”!

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Not the kind of thing which I usually post, but I liked this.

A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably combed and shaved   perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.  

His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After   many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.

As he manoeuvred his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description   of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window.  

I love it,' he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just  been presented with a new puppy.  

Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait.'  

'That doesn't have anything to do with it,' he replied.  

Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. 

Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is   arranged ... it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it.  

'It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice;   I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the   parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful   for the ones that do.   

Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away.. Just for this time in my life.  

Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in.  

So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank   account of memories!  

Monday, 9 May 2011

Dangerous "Christian" theocrats

The following is a video from a debate on immigration in the Senate of Alabama.

Stick with the confusing start of the video, then get to the heart of a dangerous "debate"

Damn, it’s scary.  Quite apart from the politics of immigration it assumes that there are no liberal Christians, Roman Catholics, Jews, Muslims, Atheists, Agnostics, Buddhists, or non-religious people in that State.

The argument is rooted in beliefs about the "saved" and the "unsaved".

It has no references to the Constitution of these United States. 

It is based on a very narrow and eccentric view of the Bible.

Thus, I believe that the  America of “christian theocrats” as expounded in Alabama is to be feared by freedom loving folks of the right and the left, and of freedom loving folks of all, any, or no religious conviction.

Sunday, 8 May 2011