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Sunday, October 30, 2005
fear do you run from it, or face it?
.: I wrote a note in reply to a SALON article :.
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good opening good conclusion but the fluffenutter middle was predictably iconoclastic
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http://letters.salon.com/ent/iltw/2005/10/30/fear/permalink/737d3e9119eae0fe3444d4f1fa095825.html
(link to my note to Heather, below link to the story it's self..)
www.salon.com/ent/iltw/2005/10/30/fear
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Heather I was looking for something along the lines of what you started to write about to augment my blog entry I am compiling about fear as a control mechanism for the weak and a motivator for change for the strong.
I liked your opening paragraph and your list of 8 items, especially being a father of a daughter, number 8 gave me pause...
But then you went on about anal sex barbi dolls and sea monsters seemingly to get a bunch of key words in for searching google-ites to find something about porn and perhaps be inspired to read the rest of your points you attempt to make about fear.
Perhaps you are trying too hard to create something the editors will publish rather then being a good SALON contributor and writing something about something. There is so much more depth in today's world about what fear is doing has done and will likely continue to do to that fabric of our societal veil that covers our collective eyes. Our world reality today is our own creation, to change this dream (nightmare) we are in together, we need to become the strong motivated by fear to change our collective dream. If we set our alarm to 4 am and write about these ideas, perhaps those of us with keyboards can inspire those searching for a way or path to help change one dream at a time.
Good opening statement... but try again eh? There is so much more to say on this topic then the fluffenutter you scribed.
Justin in the rocky mountains
-- justin Permalink2005-10-30 08:26:06-08
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.:: A couple days ago the idea of 'living in fear' what does it mean? ::.
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I was just the other day finishing up a Wendy's mushroom cheese burger, nothing like a swiss cheese and mushroom from Remo's with a pint of Guiness... But, fast food you know? ... So I was sitting there dabbing food off of my mouth when the words from the table a couple over caught my attention. The word was 'cult'
'... When they start following devil worshipers in those cults the reverend says they never are the same and that is why they shouldn't even listen to anything about cult's you know?'
These two ladies, maybe late 50's, both clean pressed and plain, both looking almost like round versions of the church lady from Saturday night live, were supporting each others idea that 'do not inquire into the outside world for the unknown may change you and you will never be a god fearing christian again... ' was what I was hearing in the words. What I was thinking was my GOD, how is anyone supposed to recongnize the next 'coming' if every 'god fearing chrisitan' has their head's in the sand... On faith trusting the priests and reverends to let them know... When so many priests and reverends seem to end up in scandles that speak to the moral character of anyone who is human and therefore... All these people for fear of not being strong enough to face the world, in one way of saying it, to trust God, are turning away from the world so as not to be tainted by it...
Excuse me? The bliss of the blindfolded.
It is one thing to live through a hellish situation and take an affirming view of it. And thereby learning from mistakes and making better choices in the future, aka live each day in bliss thankful for the moments that you are alive and growing. It is another to live in bliss because you sit bobbing in the middle of the street of life singing hymns having faith that you won't get run over by any frieght trains, elephants, or cultist's on skate boards... ...::Or blessed be, a motorcycle gang::..
I choose to face the world, to struggle through my faith, my emotional ups and downs, my interactions with friends that are inspirational in wonderful ways and my interactions with those in my life who bring constant sorrow....
Oooh ooh, song lyrics... Um what were they? ...
The soggy bottom boys...
-----
Man of constant sorrow
I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The state where I was borned and raised
For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasure here on earth I find
For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now
It's fare thee well my own true lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon this train
You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave
It's fare you well to a native country
The places I have loved so well
For I have seen all kinds of trouble
In this cruel world, no tongue can tell
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you'll never see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore
-----
Then there is this song that was just on NPR (91.5) Fort Collins Colorado...
-----------------------------
Artist/Band: Creek Nickel
Lyrics for Song: When in Rome
Lyrics for Album: Why Should the Fire Die?
Where can a sick man go
When he can’t choke down the medicine,
The old Doc knows.
A specialist came to town, but he stays at home, saying
No one knows, so I don’t, Honey, when in Rome.
Where can a teacher go?
Wherever she thinks people need the things she knows.
Hey, those books you gave us look good on the shelves at home,
And they’ll burn warm in the fireplace, Teacher, when in Rome.
Grab a blanket, sister, we’ll make smoke signals.
Bring in some new blood
It feels like we’re alone.
Grab a blanket, brother, so we don’t catch cold.
Oh, I wonder if we’re stuck in Rome.
Where can a dead man go?
A question with an answer only dead men know.
But I’m gonna bet they never really feel at home,
If they spend a lifetime learning how to live in Rome.
http://www.nickelcreek.com/
mms://wm2.e-zstream.com/sugarhill/nickel.wmv
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.: so... in closing, fear not but fear it's self... :.
.:^:..::..:^:..:^:..::..:^:..:^:..::..:^:..:^:..::..:^:..:^:.
good opening good conclusion but the fluffenutter middle was predictably iconoclastic
--------------
http://letters.salon.com/ent/iltw/2005/10/30/fear/permalink/737d3e9119eae0fe3444d4f1fa095825.html
(link to my note to Heather, below link to the story it's self..)
www.salon.com/ent/iltw/2005/10/30/fear
--------------
Heather I was looking for something along the lines of what you started to write about to augment my blog entry I am compiling about fear as a control mechanism for the weak and a motivator for change for the strong.
I liked your opening paragraph and your list of 8 items, especially being a father of a daughter, number 8 gave me pause...
But then you went on about anal sex barbi dolls and sea monsters seemingly to get a bunch of key words in for searching google-ites to find something about porn and perhaps be inspired to read the rest of your points you attempt to make about fear.
Perhaps you are trying too hard to create something the editors will publish rather then being a good SALON contributor and writing something about something. There is so much more depth in today's world about what fear is doing has done and will likely continue to do to that fabric of our societal veil that covers our collective eyes. Our world reality today is our own creation, to change this dream (nightmare) we are in together, we need to become the strong motivated by fear to change our collective dream. If we set our alarm to 4 am and write about these ideas, perhaps those of us with keyboards can inspire those searching for a way or path to help change one dream at a time.
Good opening statement... but try again eh? There is so much more to say on this topic then the fluffenutter you scribed.
Justin in the rocky mountains
-- justin Permalink2005-10-30 08:26:06-08
-----------------------------
.:: A couple days ago the idea of 'living in fear' what does it mean? ::.
-----------------------------
I was just the other day finishing up a Wendy's mushroom cheese burger, nothing like a swiss cheese and mushroom from Remo's with a pint of Guiness... But, fast food you know? ... So I was sitting there dabbing food off of my mouth when the words from the table a couple over caught my attention. The word was 'cult'
'... When they start following devil worshipers in those cults the reverend says they never are the same and that is why they shouldn't even listen to anything about cult's you know?'
These two ladies, maybe late 50's, both clean pressed and plain, both looking almost like round versions of the church lady from Saturday night live, were supporting each others idea that 'do not inquire into the outside world for the unknown may change you and you will never be a god fearing christian again... ' was what I was hearing in the words. What I was thinking was my GOD, how is anyone supposed to recongnize the next 'coming' if every 'god fearing chrisitan' has their head's in the sand... On faith trusting the priests and reverends to let them know... When so many priests and reverends seem to end up in scandles that speak to the moral character of anyone who is human and therefore... All these people for fear of not being strong enough to face the world, in one way of saying it, to trust God, are turning away from the world so as not to be tainted by it...
Excuse me? The bliss of the blindfolded.
It is one thing to live through a hellish situation and take an affirming view of it. And thereby learning from mistakes and making better choices in the future, aka live each day in bliss thankful for the moments that you are alive and growing. It is another to live in bliss because you sit bobbing in the middle of the street of life singing hymns having faith that you won't get run over by any frieght trains, elephants, or cultist's on skate boards... ...::Or blessed be, a motorcycle gang::..
I choose to face the world, to struggle through my faith, my emotional ups and downs, my interactions with friends that are inspirational in wonderful ways and my interactions with those in my life who bring constant sorrow....
Oooh ooh, song lyrics... Um what were they? ...
The soggy bottom boys...
-----
Man of constant sorrow
I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The state where I was borned and raised
For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasure here on earth I find
For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now
It's fare thee well my own true lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon this train
You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave
It's fare you well to a native country
The places I have loved so well
For I have seen all kinds of trouble
In this cruel world, no tongue can tell
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you'll never see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore
-----
Then there is this song that was just on NPR (91.5) Fort Collins Colorado...
-----------------------------
Artist/Band: Creek Nickel
Lyrics for Song: When in Rome
Lyrics for Album: Why Should the Fire Die?
Where can a sick man go
When he can’t choke down the medicine,
The old Doc knows.
A specialist came to town, but he stays at home, saying
No one knows, so I don’t, Honey, when in Rome.
Where can a teacher go?
Wherever she thinks people need the things she knows.
Hey, those books you gave us look good on the shelves at home,
And they’ll burn warm in the fireplace, Teacher, when in Rome.
Grab a blanket, sister, we’ll make smoke signals.
Bring in some new blood
It feels like we’re alone.
Grab a blanket, brother, so we don’t catch cold.
Oh, I wonder if we’re stuck in Rome.
Where can a dead man go?
A question with an answer only dead men know.
But I’m gonna bet they never really feel at home,
If they spend a lifetime learning how to live in Rome.
http://www.nickelcreek.com/
mms://wm2.e-zstream.com/sugarhill/nickel.wmv
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.: so... in closing, fear not but fear it's self... :.
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