On reading the Old Testament
Friday, April 16, 2010
Granted I'm a little behind with the prescribed manual schedule, but I've been reading. And while it will likely take me longer than a year to finish, I'm determined to plug along even through all the begats. But here's my quandary. The women in the last chapters of Genesis are portrayed as one of two things: harlot or temptress.
This bothers me.
While I appreciate the shear quantity of women in the KJV, this does little to compensate for the caliber of their character or should I say lack thereof.
It's like the SATC scene where the gals are strolling through CVS surrounded by Halloween costumes and Miranda says to Carrie, The only two choices for women; witch and sexy kitten. To which Carrie responds, Lady, you just said a mouthful.
Is that it?
Those are the cultural, historical, political roles delegated to women?
Even though I know better it still baffles me.
Still.
This bothers me.
While I appreciate the shear quantity of women in the KJV, this does little to compensate for the caliber of their character or should I say lack thereof.
It's like the SATC scene where the gals are strolling through CVS surrounded by Halloween costumes and Miranda says to Carrie, The only two choices for women; witch and sexy kitten. To which Carrie responds, Lady, you just said a mouthful.
Is that it?
Those are the cultural, historical, political roles delegated to women?
Even though I know better it still baffles me.
Still.
Invasive much?
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Today the right sidebar column suggested I add my former history professor.
Remember him?
FB kept insisting I wanted to be his lucky thirteenth friend.
Tempting.
(He did end up writing one of my g-school recommendations.
FB must have been wise to that.)
Then, it suggested I add my ex-boyfriend.
Um.
Thanks, but no thanks.
This, all after I left the care of a doctor, that apparently had ADHD and was hopped-up on speed, who treated me as a human voodoo doll.
Sheesh.
That was my morning.
How 'bout yours?
Remember him?
FB kept insisting I wanted to be his lucky thirteenth friend.
Tempting.
(He did end up writing one of my g-school recommendations.
FB must have been wise to that.)
Then, it suggested I add my ex-boyfriend.
Um.
Thanks, but no thanks.
This, all after I left the care of a doctor, that apparently had ADHD and was hopped-up on speed, who treated me as a human voodoo doll.
Sheesh.
That was my morning.
How 'bout yours?
Read On
Friday, April 9, 2010
The quest to find a perfect book club is almost as complex as
finding an honest mechanic;
an OBGYN you trust;
the most delectable raspberry creme brule.
In other words, it's tough.
After giving an exclusive group a go back in February I decided exclusive book club just isn't my style. So, I resigned myself to the social desolation of Goodreads and decided a better book club was imminently on the horizon.
Know what?
It was.
A friend, whom I'd previously been in a book club with in Salt Lake City, announced she was forming a new iteration of the group in the DC/NOVA area and did I want to be a part of it?
Did I?
YES.
And more importantly, yes.
You see, I already knew that this club would be different.
The people.
The books.
The conversation.
And it was.
Last night was our first meeting and our assignment for the evening was to show up at the appointed hour and bring three books that we were interested in reading for the year.
After roll was taken (so efficient, right?), rules were established.
Yup, RULES.
1. No one could get kicked out of the book club.
2. We could read anything (meaning censorship was banned).
3. Men, for the most part, were excluded based on the decision that the emotional investment needed to lure them to the club was hardly worth the effort. (However, they weren't outright excluded. We're a very inclusive group.)
4. Strong opinions welcomed.
We then did a loop around the circle to hear the three recommendations from each member, which serendipitously numbered 12 exactly. Round two consisted of a vote from each member, minus the recommender, so that we could establish our literary calendar. Perhaps the most interesting part wasn't the selected titles, but the 24 options left on the cutting room floor.
Hoo boy!
A sampling of what remained.
Wild SwansAhab's Wife
Interpreter of Maladies
Made to Stick
Making of African America
Shadow of the Wind
Push
These is my Words
Song of the Exile
The Book Thief
A sampling of what we selected.Salt
The Zookeeper's Wife
God in the Dock
Couch
Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet
A Walk in the Woods
finding an honest mechanic;
an OBGYN you trust;
the most delectable raspberry creme brule.
In other words, it's tough.
After giving an exclusive group a go back in February I decided exclusive book club just isn't my style. So, I resigned myself to the social desolation of Goodreads and decided a better book club was imminently on the horizon.
Know what?
It was.
A friend, whom I'd previously been in a book club with in Salt Lake City, announced she was forming a new iteration of the group in the DC/NOVA area and did I want to be a part of it?
Did I?
YES.
And more importantly, yes.
You see, I already knew that this club would be different.
The people.
The books.
The conversation.
And it was.
Last night was our first meeting and our assignment for the evening was to show up at the appointed hour and bring three books that we were interested in reading for the year.
After roll was taken (so efficient, right?), rules were established.
Yup, RULES.
1. No one could get kicked out of the book club.
2. We could read anything (meaning censorship was banned).
3. Men, for the most part, were excluded based on the decision that the emotional investment needed to lure them to the club was hardly worth the effort. (However, they weren't outright excluded. We're a very inclusive group.)
4. Strong opinions welcomed.
We then did a loop around the circle to hear the three recommendations from each member, which serendipitously numbered 12 exactly. Round two consisted of a vote from each member, minus the recommender, so that we could establish our literary calendar. Perhaps the most interesting part wasn't the selected titles, but the 24 options left on the cutting room floor.
Hoo boy!
A sampling of what remained.
Wild SwansAhab's Wife
Interpreter of Maladies
Made to Stick
Making of African America
Shadow of the Wind
Push
These is my Words
Song of the Exile
The Book Thief
A sampling of what we selected.Salt
The Zookeeper's Wife
God in the Dock
Couch
Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet
A Walk in the Woods
10 Things I L-O-V-E April
Thursday, April 1, 2010
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