Random Thoughts on Womyn

The random thoughts are once again prompted by that last great mystery of the universe, the Schumann Response Cavity. Ha-Ha, just kidding of course I was talking about womyn. As I look at how my personal views and opinions on Womyn have changed in the last, say, five years; I am forced to once again re-evaluate the role that physical attraction plays in the initial stages of any relationship, Christian or not depending on subculture, and how one of a more gentlemanly background might attempt to distance himself from this contradiction in the subculture. It almost always (there are no absolutes) begins with physical attraction, what else is there but the sight of a person when you don't know a damn thing about them, other than the fact that he or she can really fill out a sweater or a pair of blue jeans. A Christian (or anyone who is attempting to be chaste until their marriage) admitting that such raw sexuality is indeed right beneath the surface even in Bible College relationships is one step closer to remaining chaste. Not that this raw sexuality is necessarily evil, however it has been prescribed to us by those whom we hold in high esteem that fornication is wrong. It clouds the mind, it ruins young relationships, in essence it performs a delicate action known among our heavier rockers out there as a mindf*ck. In a Christian environment the first justifaction then comes, the "I'm going to marry them anyway, so it doesn't matter." Then panic insues at the first stages of difficulty, followed by the realization of rationalization. Admit it, the sexuality is what makes relationships happen, and when properly and respectfully dealt with, abstinence becomes a matter of choice rather than a lack of opportunity
In much the same way when one is studying the Bible, it is necessary to recognize a TYPE (do not want any misunderstandings here) of this sexuality. I'm not saying that you should become aroused when you see a GNT, rather what I am saying is that based on what we are we have tendencies to read thing the way we want to, to come up with Sunday school answers for legitimate textual variants and problems, as well as wanting to preserve the traditional interpretations that we have been presented with. We must acknowledge this desire lurking beneath the surface so that we can deal with is properly and respectfully. Perhaps only then will be begin to reverse the trend that cause the world of scholarship to turn its nose up at the word evangelical.
Thus it can be seen that our most vulgar thought can be twisted into a positive persepective on how we think about everything. Perhaps this is a topic for further research by the 434 Publishing group, a division of the Blue Collar Scholars, but how did we get here from my thoughts on Womyn? Those of you who are clever or know me well may have already guessed the engine that drives these thoughts, but the relationship with that one girl (whoever she may be) has been oft romanticized in my own mind. Now in my "older than most of the people who read this" age I can confidently say that the romanticized ideal is forever bullshit. If it happened once I would be surprised, every single relationship is different in its dynamic, and are similar only in coincidental ways. And still having said all this in the bluntest fashion it can be said outside of a third person discourse, I still have that intense desire for that one romanticized relationship wherein X and Y will no longer be problems and my perspective will become a cariacature of what it once was. Someone (me) once said that contradiction was the essence of romance. In light of this it should also be noted that when it comes to love, reason surrenders.

I supposethe only thing that really should be added here is this one fact. I am so tired of striking out, that only with great effort can I now lift the bat off of my shoulders and take a swing. I am still in the philsophical position where I can convince myself that I will ask any woman out, and perhaps thats true but the fact of the matter is that most of the time, I would rather not deal with it, any of it.

P.S. As a random side thought, If you consider yourself to be devoutly Pro-life, I recommend that you read "The Cider House Rules" and then decide why you are devoutly pro-life and your reasons for that.

Grey or Gray?

That's right it's time for a new post! As I sit here right now I am seriously doubting how serious or focused this particular column will be, there are several things on my mind

1) I am finally in the process of reading The Godfather, I have read Mario Puzo before, but never his masterpiece, and am thoroughly enjoying this work of fiction. As a side issue I wonder how different I might have been had my family insisted on speaking German in the house after their immigration from the old country. I have recently started re-acquainting myself with the language of my forefathers, and can only conclude that das es gut, learning Das Alphabet once again.

2) The stack labeled "to read," now contains some interesting items, including Foucault's Pendulum by Umberto Eco, The Cider House Rules, by John Irving, and The Stand by Stephen King, hopefully they will not dissapoint; I've never read Eco before, but I am familiar with King and Irving and find their fiction consistently satisfies my taste for good storytelling.

3) How does the cultured man spell the word grey? English offers conflicting opinions on this matter, so the color will now be referred to as grau, since there is no confusion on this matter in German. The reason I muse about the farbe grau is that I have recently acquired some part-time employment that will "save me" from having to move back in with my parents. I will be performing the duties of a doorman, and it is necessary to wear grau slacks and a grau shirt, while the company will provide a burgundy blazer. I decided that it would be borderline impossible to find a shirt and pants that were the same shade of grau, so I did what any self-respecting man trying to purchase some new wardrobe items does, I called my mother. Ha-ha, I didn't really call my mother, I just thought about it. But I did end up with some fine selections that I think my mother would be proud of. The shirt I bought was a shade of grau known as nickel, and goes extremely well with the pinstriped charcoal slacks that I selected. I for one am proud of myself.

4) I questioned my ability to withstand another year and a half of this current presidency yesterday. I am personally so tired 0f hearing about how stupid the President is, that even the jokes of Conan O'Brien on the matter just barely made me laugh, and that laugh was out of respect for Conan, not because the joke was really funny.

5) I'm having trouble believing that David Lee Roth has released an album of Van Halen songs in the bluegrass style. Entitled "Strumming With the Devil," the album debuted yesterday is on my must buy list. I got to hear the bluegrass version of "Jump" and must admit that I was impressed with the performance, although it was decidedly lacking in high leg kicks. Nevertheless I am glad that this album is available for me to purchase.

I suppose its time to get back to the Corleone's struggle, Any comments should include the correct English spelling of grau.