Reviews by Whitewave

Do you want to know... what... it... is?

My son was baptized tonight. He wanted me to be there. I hadn't been to that Church for some time now - since the divorce. My ex-husband was there with his fiancé. I asked my daughter if she thought her Dad would prefer it if I sat near him or away. After a shy moment, she said, “Away.” I told her that she could sit with him if she wanted, that it would be fine with me. She said she didn’t. My son came to sit with me too. It was one of those events where you have to get all the politics in order, so that everyone would be reasonably comfortable. It took a while for people to recognize me now that I’ve lost weight and I look different. Really different! Some people didn’t even say hello. But dear Doris sat with me and told me she missed me and loved me. That was sweet.

Last week my son told me he was getting baptized and wanted me to be there. Being the religious freak of the family, I panicked. He’s 12! I want my kids to see all the meaning in it! How can you comprehend all the meaning at 12? I fretted all weekend trying to think of a good way to tell him about the depths of this weird Christian symbol. I even used a movie to do it. My favorite. The Matrix. I showed him the portion from Neo meeting Morpheus for the first time to being born from the pod and then up to the point where he’s back in the Construct and he wants out. I then turned it off and I said that it’s like that. You are going to begin a process that you can never reverse. You can never go back, and forward is filled with things that will challenge everything you are. It’s more than just belonging, it’s a deep commitment. Like getting married or joining the army.

“That’s scary.” He said. “Yeah.” I said, and I pondered what was happening. He’s 12, I thought to myself. He’s not going to get it. So I chilled out and told him that over the years, it will come to mean more to him. That he can only see a little of it right now. That the Christian Life will always open up to be more and more.

I had all week to think about what a dork I was over it. I am terrible at this sort of thing. My son had told me that he wanted to be something. After I told him that he was valuable just as he was and that God loved him very much, he corrected me and told me that what he meant was that he wanted to be a something as opposed to not something. Like some people are French, some people aren’t. Then he tried his hand at an analogy to make me understand and goofed it up and made a joke instead. I laughed. But I got it finally, and smiled. I said, “It’s about belonging.” “Now you’re getting it.” He said. He’s 12. And belonging is what is important right now. He’s right on schedule. In my gut, I knew that Jesus took whatever people had to offer at whatever stage of development that they were at – and it was precious to Him. I kept hearing that verse in my head that says, “Let the children come to me, and don’t forbid them...”

When the Pastor talked about Baptism tonight, he said it was like holding a press conference. That it was just telling everyone who would listen about the decision you make to put your faith in Jesus. I squirmed in the pew, knowing that a 12 year old cannot possibly understand what putting faith in something really means.

Tonight after dinner, my ex-husband called and asked me if that was pretty cool. We chatted for a minute or two and we agreed that we had both been worried about him not understanding well enough. But then agreed that it was going to be okay. I told him that learning about belonging is what our son should be doing right now and that he was doing so well at it mainly because of having 4 new brothers. My husband’s fiancé has 4 sons of various ages. I told him that they have shown him what it means to be his age and gender and just how large a range of character and personality is possible for him. And that he also saw from his Dad what was possible for being a boy, since his Dad was going through it with him to some extent. I told him that I knew that boys were an issue for him and so it was full of meaning...

My heart filled. I knew that love was good and that it was good that my ex-husband loved and was being loved in return and that he was happy. It was making my son happy. It was helping my daughter be happy. I wanted everything to be okay. I wanted the years of hurting to be over. Please, God, can’t they finally be over? Can’t we be happy now? He couldn’t say anything and ended the conversation quickly. I don’t know if he can understand it. It is hard to understand how something nice can come out of something so destroyed.

When I opened up one of my bibles yesterday, I found a piece of poetry in it that he had written to me. So much pain... and longing for it to end... and for restoration... I think it will end. And we will be restored in a way that will be better for everyone. And I think it’s going to be okay eventually.

My son has a gift. It is that he is a bridge. People stop fighting when he is around. It’s hard to see it when his sister is around... but that’s just because she’s the sister. Eventually she’ll see it too. He was initiated into the Tribe tonight. And now the Tribe has another reason to feel more connected and meaningful. Because of my son. I was so caught up in trivializing what it meant for my son to belong to the Tribe, that I forgot about what an honor it is for the Tribe to have my son. Hearts will fill. Love will flow again and people will feel happy.

My fairly concise ideas about postmodernity...

I just wrote all this in response to a comment on Jason Clark's blog and decided that it's mine and I should really be putting at least this much effort into my own blog. Duh. I love Jase, he brings out the best in me.

Postmodernity is not in competition with Christianity. Even if they say they are, they're not. Lemme 'splain.

Jesus came during a premodern world system. What that was exactly is debatable since there couldn't be enough cohesion in the world for it to have one single system anyway - and histories don't deal with world epistemologies. But the system in place in the Jewish world at the time was a glom of several world systems, all corrupt and all oppressive. Once Jesus did His thing, something changed. His strange pov really threatened Worldly hierarchy systems because it was not rude, condescending and oppressive, so they were very suspicious of Him and His followers.

Then came Constantine. He turned The Gospel into another World system - Authoritative Direct Revelation. Once again people were oppressed and harmed (we were just as rude and condescending as the corrupted Jewish Leaders of Jesus' day.) NOT BECAUSE OF THE GOSPEL but because of the worldly system that grew around it.

The oppressed people fought back (as academia) and challenged Christianity at the point of entry. Epistemology. How could we know that we know anything about God and His plan? They devised a new system of knowing - Reason and Scientific Inquiry - and told us that ours - Direct Revelation - was invalid.

We fought back by ADOPTING THEIR SYSTEM OF KNOWING and then using it to prove that Christianity was true. We thought we had them. But in reality they had us. Again, we used this system to oppress and harm people!

So they (academia) fought back again! They did it the same way, though this time they went in the opposite direction. Once again they invalidated all our systems of knowing - Reason and Direct Revelation - and told us that there is now NO reliable system of knowing. At all.

YOU ARE HERE ---> there is no valid system of knowing <---YOU ARE HERE

When I say "academia", I am referring to those who speak for the people we - the church - have been rude to for a very long time. Unfortunately, since we never really listened very carefully to what they were saying, that's where their voice has been heard.

Now!

SINCE we DO know that our Gospel is valid and it CAN be known, we have to figure out a way to stop being rude to those who we have been rude to and fulfill the Great Commission without once again earning the title of "oppressor" - and we did earn it.

At this point, anti-oppression or anti-rudeness is indeed GOOD NEWS! And that's how we can overcome this problem! By not using ANY system of knowing to oppress people. None! By delivering the Good News in the way Jesus intended it, instead of using some system which was devised to undermine and oppress the oppressor and which will only ensnare us in further polemic wars and prolong the problem.

Our task is to "let go" of the worldly systems of knowing that we have been using to hide our vulnerable and sensitive underbelly of Spirit. We can know Jesus and His work without using ANY worldly system of knowing. We can talk about it without being rude, condescending, arrogant or oppressive. We don't need to throw our weight around or argue or trade rhetoric or polemic or any of that other crap that they no longer listen to anyway! Jesus didn't do it that way. There is no need WHATSOEVER to "hang on" to that way of doing it.

The next "thing" I'm referring to cannot be grasped until we "let go" of our arrogant ways of talking about Jesus. The next "thing" is not another Gospel or another religion. It is another way of knowing that will leave less room for hiding arrogance and will make more room for expressing the sensitive and vulnerable movement of Spirit and will therefore be a better field for growing truly transformed human beings.

One last thing.

The reason that academia is ahead of us is because it takes The Church so long to remember how she adopted the present epistemology to begin with. We always think that this is the way Jesus did it. It takes 50-100 years to figure out that we have been had and that the current challenge must be answered.

Ironically, the reason that postmodernity dragged on so long is because it has also taken academia this long to figure out that they've backed themselves into a corner. Indeed some of them are still unwilling to admit it. I'm convinced that they are unwilling because of how hurt and angry they are at all the harm that's been done to them by oppressive systems of knowing and they are unwilling to submit to another form for knowledge. They are afraid. Afraid of us.

What will we do? What will we do when we take up the next form of knowing? Will we again figure out a way to use it to be rude jackasses? Hiding our vulnerability? Covering our sad, naked lack of transformation?

Review - Lemony Snicket's: A Series of Unfortunate Events

[I've started this review many times, trashed it and redid it, then thought I lost it in a computer glitch and then found it again after regaining the strength to start over... in short: it's been through hell and it hasn't fully returned yet. I am sick of it holding me hostage, however, and need to keep moving forward, so I am publishing it in its incompleted form. I will finish it, but need to do so while doing other things as well. Check back every now and then. If this little note at the top disappears, then you'll know it's done.]

I'm not sure if I've spelled this out before or not, so I'll just do it. The interpretations that I have about things is at least as much about me as it is about the things I'm commenting upon. It's that way with all of us, but I'm just going to be really honest about it. Art brings out what's inside of the artist and the observer. So in my attempt to tell you about these artists, I'm also going to tell you alot about me.

How many times have I seen it?

I've seen this movie two times and I wanted to see it again but didn't get the chance.

What I’d heard about the movie before I went.

I first heard about this story from my kids who read the books years ago. When my daughter first told me about it, I thought it sounded like the fruit of a twisted and sick mind and wondered if there were any standards at all about what kinds of books to allow in elementary school libraries. All I knew was that it was exactly what the title suggested. "A Series of Unfortunate Events". No resolution was ever offered. No lessons learned. No rescue. No saving the day in any form. Only one horrible thing after another without end. And it all happened to these 3 children. Children! Why in God's Name?... And these books were popular. I couldn't comprehend. To a large extent, I still can't.

How I identify.

I cannot identify with these characters at all and I didn't understand why until the other day after finally winning a long battle with writer's block. I wish now that I could see it one more time before typing this up to see if I'm right about this, but it's long gone out of the theaters now. I couldn't find my feelings about the situation these characters were in no matter how hard I tried. The children seemed to be sad and afraid and angry - all very reasonable - but they seemed worlds away from me. I began to think it was because the acting was poor, I suspected the Director, the Casting Personnel... etc. It couldn't be my problem because I was really skilled at finding valuable and interesting things hidden in tragedy and loss. I began this review at least 4 times and couldn't go much further than two paragraphs.

The story.

After a strange little opening sequence depicting the happy singing of elves and animals in the forest comes to an abrupt end, the Narrator tells us that this is not a happy movie about elves. He tells us that he is going to faithfully report what happened to 3 unfortunate people, that it's not going to be cute or pretty and that if we want to get up and leave now there's still time to catch the happy films in other parts of the theater. For those who remain, the real story begins by showing us 3 eccentric children living with their happy, eccentric (and wealthy) family somewhere sort of English and sort of not, and sort of in the past and sort of not. The look of the film is period bending/blending and rather amusing. It reminds me that children have no idea that the objects and words we live with day in and day out have not always existed. Why wouldn't there be fax machines in Victorian England? Funny.

Anyway, you get to see how each child has their unique talent and personality. The oldest, Violet, is mature, stable, calm and could invent things. Klaus, the middle child, is inquisitive and can remember everything he ever reads. Sunny, the young toddler, is still pre-verbal but her siblings seem to understand what she's saying. Her unique talent is that she is a very good judge of character - and she bites stuff. You see them interacting and applying their skills to all sorts of things around the home and their parents, whom you only see from the neck down, love and encourage them. How sweet and wonderful.

One day, the children are dilly-dallying around some shoreline near their home and a car pulls up and a man steps out. He approaches them and tells them there's been a terrible accident. Their Parents were killed in a fire which burnt their house to the ground. The Narrator drops in to add that the fire started under mysterious circumstances, by some strange manipulation of light.

Mr. Poe drives the children back to their now charred home and allows them to take one last walk-thru. They look at all their little inventions and other familiar things they grew accustomed to seeing every day around them blackened, twisted and melted. Klaus ventures into his Father's study where he apparently wasn't normally allowed to go and in his Father's desk he sees a curious object. A nifty brass spyglass. He tries to pick it up but it is still hot from the fire and he drops it back down on the desk. They gather themselves and say goodbye to the house and get back in the car.

Mr. Poe, apparently a lawyer or court appointed official of some sort, informs them that they will be taken to live with their "nearest relative", Count Olaf. As Mr. Poe parks the car, the children see a happy woman standing in a yard and they talk to her about Count Olaf. They assume she lives with him, but she does not. In fact, she makes a face at the thought. She invites them to come visit at any time and then goes inside her cheerful little house. Aparently the Count's house is the unkempt and dismal looking place next door.

Mr. Poe brings the children to the home of the Count and knocks on the door. The peephole in the door opens and closes and a voice bids them to enter.

[I have trouble giving a good description here because of how I feel about this character. Please stand by while I struggle with this...]

The Count is an actor. When Mr. Poe and the children come into the house, he is standing on the balcony in the entryway and delivering a performance for them of a caring relative. Even after showing his frustration and disappointment at not having immediate access to their Parent's money, his performance convinces the oblivious Mr. Poe that he genuinely cares about the children. But the children become uneasy. Sunny picks up on his problem right away and the Count responds by alienating her. After dispatching the bumbling Mr. Poe, Count Olaf takes them on a tour of the house. It is a dump. After the tour he takes them to their room and quickly locks them in. The world closes in on them. Violet rigs up a small shelter for them to comfort one another in as they grieve the loss of their life of safety and love and bed down for the night.

The Count has given the children a list of chores and it becomes clear that he is using them for slave labor. Arriving home one afternoon after carousing with his acting friends, he finds the children scrubbing the floor in the entryway and asks about dinner. They don't know what he's talking about. They've never cooked before and they didn't see any line on the list about dinner. Count Olaf turns the list over to reveal the one thing on the back about dinner and tells them to have it ready for him and his guests in a matter of minutes. The children hurry into the kitchen and look for anything that could be made into food and all they can find is loose noodles in the filthy bottom of a utensil drawer. They begin to prepare some sort of food as best they can.

All this time Violet is just trying to encourage Klaus to make it through and survive while Klaus is constantly reporting the real evil of the situation. Sunny is just cheerfully doing what her sister asks. In a few minutes dinner is served and Olaf and guests are called in to dine. He sees the "food" and asks where the meat is. The children didn't find any meat and didn't know he wanted meat. The Count's friends gasp at the children's obvious mistake of not being able to read his mind and create meat out of thin air and he puts on his best intimidating and put-out performance. Klaus finally has enough and shouts at him. Olaf, after hitting Klaus, grabs the baby with malicious intent and Violet takes her from him and scolds him. After more dressing down, he guides them to their room and locks them in again.

Klaus despairs and blames his Parents for not providing a plan for the children should something happen to them. This is a reasonable complaint, especially against people who supposedly could easily afford such provision. Violet reminds him of an incident in the past when they didn't come home right away from a trip and didn't write and he thought they were dead. But they did write and the letter got lost in the mail, so Klaus was wrong about them. But he sees through this rouse by reminding her that they are not coming home this time.

Later, Count Olaf is driving the children through the countryside and stops at a small convenience store in the middle of nowhere. He parks the car and locks them inside promising to return with two sodas and a banana for Sunny whom he calls "a monkey". He goes inside the store and takes his time talking to the shop-keep and dilly-dallying around. He looks at his watch. The children meanwhile are aware that something is up and they find a piece of paper with a list of times on it. Next to the car, a loud bell starts sounding and they realize that he has parked the car ON railroad tracks. They see that he has arrived at this place in time for the train to come and parked the car to intercept. They are awaiting assassination. Quickly Violet thinks of ways to get out of the situation and since they cannot get out of the car, they rig up a rope to pull the track switch lever and direct the train onto the other track. Just in time they train goes by, Mr. Poe, who happens to be driving through, witnesses the "accident" and the panic-stricken Count Olaf is told that he has left the children in danger and they will be taken away from him. At this announcement, he feigns sorrow and anguish about losing them but quietly vows to kill them eventually. [Carrey's performance is brilliant, but I'm left wondering why I should be appreciating this performance... of a performance... I feel sick.]

Mr. Poe, who merely believes that the Count is guilty of nothing more than allowing children to drive a car and didn't see that he had parked them in front of an oncoming freight train, assures them that they will be well taken care of in their next home. The children are shaken and frustrated that he doesn't get it. That's as much as I can stand to tell of this story. Mr. Poe delivers the children to two more homes and then back again to Count Olaf before the movie is over and the horror just goes on and on. Worse and worse. I guess I just don't have Lemony Snicket's stomach for such things. Maybe I should have taken his advice and left to find another movie about happy little elves... but I had made a commitment to do this.
[I am grateful for Jude Law's voice here. Since his performances in Gatica and AI, I feel great trust and reassurance when I listen to his voice...]

Character development.

This is where I get totally bogged down. I share Klaus' bewilderment at his Parents' neglecting to secure a safe place to land should the family plane crash to the ground. Violet's solutions and attempts to reason her way out of despair are crushingly inadequate. Sunny is watching wide-eyed as adults behave in cartoonishly stupid ways. Her beautiful and real little child face is a doorway through which evil gains entrance to the human soul and begins to twist and mutilate and bend to it's will - but this is not a cartoon. I wish it was a cartoon. In fact, I squirm in my seat as the portrayal of this situation as live action tightens some kind of screw in my gut.

Violet, Violet...
Hide your heart away...
Deep behind curtains of reason and intellect...
Behind walls of fantasy and dreams of being rescued and saved from your victimization...
And from your shame of not being good enough to make it stop...
Protect yourself from the doubt and the question, in whatever form it comes to you...
Never let on that you're helpless and alone and powerless to stop the overwhelming tidalwave of evil that engulfs you...
Evil without conscience or pity...
Machine like in it's skill and freedom from remorse...
Unblinking willingness to harm...
Until maybe someday, in the distant and hidden future...
When you've found a safe place at last...
When you have the courage to lift this little shred of a girl up through the years and into the light again...
to heal...

...then go and help the others.

Klaus, raw and exposed...
Floating on the surface of the world...
Bathing in all its tears...
Tossed back and forth between pain and anger, pain and anger...

Sunny, open and absorbing..
Sponging up violence and soaking up hate...
Filling up on all the weapons that people can invent...
Feeding and growing until someday she is strong enough...
..for what?

I could try to come up with words for Olaf. But I don't think I would be able to correctly translate his essence. I cannot do it. It is my weakness. My blind spot. My vulnerability. My deepest darkness. It is too close to me... I simply do not understand it.

And with the exceptions of the Narrator and Uncle Monty, all the other adults in this story - what they simply amount to is empty space. Or rather the outline of a figure with a gaping, hope-sucking black hole in the center. Beyond stupid. Beyond hapless. Beyond bad. Negligence is the worst crime of all. It believes itself to be good and to intend goodness, but its inability to act only makes the journey to healing that much longer and the path more difficult to find.

Connection to Faith.

I'm not sure what to say except that it seems so obvious. My blindness isn't really blindness. It's just that this is often all I see and I see little else. Especially when I am faced with this kind of thing in such a forceful manner.

I've very recently been reminded that Christianity deals very directly with evil. It is very explicit about what will happen to those who intend and/or commit to cause harm and those who will not act to prevent others from intending and/or committing to cause harm. So much so that when a victim becomes inspired to exact vengeance themselves (inevitable), they are restrained by fear of what God would do to them should they cause harm to another - even a mindless villain with no conscience. Christianity to many, seems to merely promise to punish evil eventually, leaving the victim untouched and unhelped with their tumultuous feelings of hurt, rage and fear. "Forgive!" they are told, and that's that. If their feelings of rage overwhelm them, they are told that they are now worthy of the same punishment as regular evildoers. Hell, it seems is the lot of the victim as well as the offender. "How is that just?", they ask. And our answers are lame.

I know that the issue of suffering and victimization is dealt with in Christianity, but it is done very differently and very indirectly - or perhaps too directly for it to be particularly useful. It seems Jesus has been assigned the job of Chief Sufferer and Head Victim. In a way, our doctrines of propitiation have supported the idea that the worst of suffering is done by Him so that we won't have to endure it. [So what is this thing that makes me feel like crap then?] Then our doctrines of forgiveness and emulation support the idea of enduring the other kinds of suffering (a very limited and simplistic list, indeed), but not much beyond that. We've got long lists of verses that tell us why to endure but not much help in how or what kind of fruit endurance will actually bear. It gets really vague. Certainly it is not as explicit as some of the Eastern religions and disciplines are about suffering.

I am going to offend many Buddhists now by attempting to explain something about their religion. I'm sorry. I really do not mean to offend. I'm really trying to get it right. If I'm not getting it right, please help me, don't just criticize me. I know how I feel when I hear/read non-Christians trying to explain Christianity. Okay? Okay.

Buddhism sort of begins, not with a story as Christianity does, but with ideas. I've attempted to find the official story of the Buddha, asking of both learned non-Buddhists as well as Buddhist monks, and they tell me that there really isn't one. They, it seems, are not "People of The Book". The opening ideas are thus:

1) Life is suffering (deep word meaning unsatisfactoriness), from beginning to end, everything is unsatisfying in some way.
2) We are unsatisfied because we desire satisfaction and are ignorant of it's lack of existence or impermanence.
3) The solution to desire is to cause desire to not exist or to detach, and to educate ourselves of the non-existence of satisfaction. Attaining this state of being is called "Nirvana". We've all heard that word. That's what it is.
4) Attaining Nirvana is done by a series of 8 disciplines called "The Eight-Fold Path".

This 4-part form comes from the ancient Indian culture where doctors cured patients by:
1) acknowledging and identifying the problem
2) finding the source of the problem
3) stating that there is a cure
4) prescribing the cure

Those 8 disciplines can be gathered into 3 groups:

Morality:
Perfect Thoughts
Perfect Actions
Perfect Speech
Perfect Livelihood

Concentration:
Perfect Effort
Perfect Concentration

Insight:
Perfect Mindfulness
Perfect Understanding

It isn't necessary to go further to make my point, although it's worth your time to learn and understand.

I have observed the human being for quite a while and while I wouldn't claim to know everything, there is something that seems obvious to me that for some reason, isn't to many others. If someone is avoiding a painful or frightening feeling or memory, they can easily find some sort of religious/philosophical/psychological construct that will support their avoidance. The original purposes of such constructs are usually quite the opposite of allowing people to hide from bad things, but ironically we find ways to circumvent the intent of these things and warp them to suit our needs. It's weird. As a result churches, temples, synagogues and doctor's offices are filled to capacity with people who are using these constructs to avoid dealing with their own character problems and frightening issues. I've seen evil people hiding in Churches and using punitive doctrines to disguise their hate and rage. I've seen emotionally stuck people hiding in the Eastern ideas of detachment to disguise their numbness and denial. If both Jesus and the Buddha were alive today, I'm sure they would be giving one another a knowing look of disappointment right now.

In order to use Christianity to cure my character faults and resolve my emotional issues, I must commit to letting it expose me, and refuse to hide within it. If I were using Christianity, that's how I'd say that. But since I'm not USING Christianity, I say the same thing in a very different way. Instead of a statement, I would utter a prayer, because I am not saying something about ideas and other abstractions. I am saying something about me, and I'm saying it to God. Person to Person. I would say,

Jesus,
What is the black hole in me? I am so deeply hurt that I do not even understand how deep it is. Do You understand it? Will You help me to face it and feel all the hurt and rage and fear and then eventually help me grow big enough to handle it in an Adult way? As You did? Will You help me rescue this child trapped inside a labyrinth of memory and chaos? Will You honor her suffering? Will You respect her helplessness and forgive her rage? Will You be the Solution to all this instead of more of the Problem - which so many people have been by making her feel guilty for being hurt, afraid and angry? Only after You brought up every one of Your human needs for connection, love and reciprocation before the Father holding nothing back, then were fully grown enough with strength from His Love to let them go, did You walk forward into annihilation. Is there a Work important enough for me to do that will be worthy of such an incredible feat? Will the abundant power that is released when I spend everything that I am, after You have empowered me to my fullest, be enough to change the world and make it a better place? Will You watch as I reveal my insides, so that I cannot hide any longer? So that my worst cannot be denied any more and my best will finally be commissioned?
...because I do not wish to hold on to my faults and insecurities and weaknesses and denial and so be impotent in this world and a perpetual victim of its evil.
Help me.
~Amen.

Social Commentary.

Buddhism is much older than Christianity, and itself is a sect of Hinduism as Christianity is a sect of Judaism. Both the Jewish and Hindu religions go back far enough to predate comparable historical dating methods. They are both primal. My guess is that they both developed around the same time as evil and suffering. Just a guess. The human experience has been frightening and painful since very early on and we lost no time trying to devise ways to deal with it. But one thing seems common to them all. The ability to see beyond simple "Kill Bill" vengeance into something more important. All the disciplines call it something different, Honor, Virtue, Goodness, Health, Intelligence, Enlightenment, Awakening, etc. It seems they all feel the need to maintain a state of improving the character of humanity, and wish to discourage the destruction of it. Many of the coping mechanisms of our human ancestors ended up encouraging the further destruction of our character. Use of raw power to acquire safety for self and kin could easily have bred as finely tuned a viciousness into us as a pug nose in a Boston Terrier. What's to stop this? Indeed, why haven't we anihilated ourselves already?

[unfinished]

Scripture.

[unfinished]

Score Comments.

Unfortunately, I cannot even remember what the music sounded like. This review will probably not be finished until it comes out on vid. I hope they get a move on. But something wonderful happened after the movie was over. The credits rolled.

The other day, I got an email in my inbox from Jamie Caliri thanking me for a comment I made on another website about the titles at the end of this film. I believe I said something like, "They alone were worth the price of the ticket." And it's true. After all the horror, there began a wash of beautiful, strong, sad music that held me still while I was shown some interesting pictures. Simple black-ink or cut out characters moving around on a deeply dark hued background. They were not truly animated, but merely moved around like one would move a doll when one is imagining it to talk and do things. The eyes moved. Eyes were a very strong theme in this film. And maybe a limb or two, but that's about it. They were not alive, but merely handles for us to move the elements of the story around again without getting hurt.

The little characters of the children were repeating the look of the film with the charming little paper doll-like Victorian clothes, but the character of Olaf was different. He was not represented by a single figure like them, but instead his shape showed up in the scenery or the landscape. The trees became claws that echoed his greedy clutches, buildings became prisons with his face or eyes watching the children as they barely escaped again and again. His eyes were everywhere and they always saw them. In the car, on a bicycle, in a boat or running. It was a controled repetition of the unfortunate events which Lemony had been so careful to warn us about and then showed us anyway. Like an abused child in therapy, we were given dolls to act out our trauma with, so as to keep it in a manageable place while we think about all of these things. The images were sweet, cute, scary-but-not-too-scary, and simple. The music was like a strong adult presence which assured us that we were safe right now and that it was okay to look. After watching that, I felt safer and my personal gothy aesthetic became stronger as I recognised it's role in my life of dealing with trauma. I was grateful.

The title sequence was one of the most important parts of the movie. I don't know if the filmmakers even recognise that, or if many in the audience do either. Certainly too many of them left the theater before they were finished. It made me think about what film really is. About whether we are witnesses to crimes and horrors through that huge window and then left on our own to bring it into a manageable place in our lives. About what filmmakers are really doing... whether or not they actually care as much as "Lemony Snicket" does.

Jamie Caliri worked magic here. He deserves alot of attention.
[I originally posted this thinking that Jaime was a woman. I feel honored to have been corrected by him personally.]

Book - Confessions of an Economic Hit Man

I have been completely absorbed by something very disturbing. I've been reading a book called, "Confessions of an Economic Hit Man" by John Perkins. Here's the Prologue. I belong to a weekly Bookgroup composed of myself, my best friend, a retired pastor and two MFCCs (I forget who's the ...ologist and who's the ...iatrist, sorry guys). At Paul's request, we are reading this book. Now Paul and I differ in political tendencies, so at first I thought I was gonna have to have one of them give me a prescription of lithium just to get through this book. But it turns out (as it often does) that that would have dulled my instinct to solve problems. I have been poring and obsessing over two projects since starting this book.

I emailed Dinesh D'Souza who's research and writing on economics I have respected and enjoyed and in a fit of pathetic confusion and sense of betrayal, wondered in print if he was an EHM and if not, what he was gonna do about this.
I have nearly completed my design and Call for the formation of a local Christian Community that will concentrate on sustainable, productive living so as to bless the local community and beyond to the World.

Mr. D'Souza has been very gracious to accept my request that he look into this guy's story, but will have to put it off until he gets through some research that he's currently in the middle of. I will have to keep myself busy with other things while I wait so as not to panic and bug him even more. The sense of urgency I feel is overwhelming.

I'll write some stuff in my profile later about the Community thing, as it's quite lengthy and I want it to always be easily accessible. I really cannot stand the idea of American-Dreaming my life away while victims of our secret economic policies are starving and dying. I've told my daughter about my intention and asked for her thoughts. She's teasing me about starting a cult. Poor thing. It's hard being my daughter.

I'm thinking of trying some other things too but I'll have to think them through very carefully.

I'm anticipating some polemic wars about this, so let me be up front. I am politically Conservative. This book has not changed my mind about political loyalties because the problem transcends party politics. This problem transcends everything we normally think of as politics, period. In fact this is one of the biggest Principalities and Powers (see the "Connection to Faith" section in my review for "The Incredibles") I've ever seen. It is very much like one of those visual aids that Daniel was shown about Empires and Kingdoms. You know, the ones that made him so sick that he went to bed and ate nothing for days! Horrifying! The Monster is huge and gobbles up the right and the left and everyone in between. No one is immune. The stated goals for the Republican Party as condensed in "The Oath" are good ones and I agree with them. But they are only stated goals; and they, along with any other statements coming from any organization with it's fingers in the pie, are becoming empty and pointless. I am afraid for my Country and for the World and for my friends and for those who think they hate me because I'm an American. We're all being played in this deadly game.

Last Saturday, I attended my best friend's son's Eagle Scout Award ceremony. As I sat there and watched these men and boys talk about the ideals of The Boy Scouts and my friend's beautiful proclamation of how much they have blessed her throughout her life by being kind and respectful towards her as a girl, I messed up my mascara crying in agony over the incongruity of it all. Here's the list of what a Scout is:

Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, Courteous, Kind, Obedient, Cheerful, Thrifty, Brave, Clean, Reverent

And, of course, the Oath is something that everyone has heard and heard mocked:

On my honor I will do my best
To do my duty to God and my country
and to obey the Scout Law;
To help other people at all times;
To keep myself physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight.

The reason I've neglected posting about this until now is my raw state of anguish and concern that people will be put off if I sound like a freak about it. A month ago, I would have been put off if I was reading this. If I sound like a cliché, I'm so sorry. All I can do is hope you trust me when I say that I am no cliché, and never have been. Nor will I ever be.

Now I must attend to family concerns which have been rudely put aside...

A Useful Reference

I've been far too busy lately trying to establish my ground and not enough time using that ground to do my work. If a farmer waits too long to plant his seed, he may miss an entire season. So here I am.

I've been trying to figure out how to put a blogroll on this thing, but I think I have to go outside of blogger to do it. I don't feel confident enough to mess with that just yet, so I've decided to make a post listing as many of the blogs that I read as I can remember. I'll make that a separate entry so that it can stand alone and not have all this intro junk on it.

For now, I'd like to pass on some interesting info that I came across the other day. It happened on the way to trying to find a definition for "onanism" because I'm working on a big thing about The Matrix that I'd like to open up to the world eventually. Yeah, I had to look up that word. I had no clue. I heard Ghost say it in the computer game clip section on the Ultimate dvd collection thing that I got. I thought it was some mystery religion. Maybe it is in a way... I'm a dork. So, while I was figuring out how to spell it correctly (how humiliating), I stumbled upon this link:

The Skeptics Annotated Bible

It fascinated me how much effort (and bandwidth) these people were putting into denying the validity of the Bible. But that aside, I made note of the list of issues on the right side of the page which they deemed important enough to give icons to and categorize their objections under. This list is very informative.

Before anyone goes off half-cocked and says that's the list we need to root out their weaknesses and debate them on... lets take a moment to contemplate the fact that the Church has not done enough to remove the need for such a list...

Some of the items on the list are purely reactionary such as: "Family Values", "Cruelty and violence", "Sex" and "Language". Those identify the things that we typically complain about in secular society, but have not lived out, thought out or at least articulated clearly enough to help people understand what God is after, so they feel the need to call attention to our hypocrisy. Good call. Since Hollywood Jesus itself focuses on mass market entertainment and said entertainment is a major concern for Christians for the reasons listed here, I think we need to look hard and long at this and try and figure out why we're not being understood correctly.

And then there are the 20th Century Civil Rights issues which created the need for proactive interest groups such as: "Injustice", "Intolerance", "Women" and "Homosexuality". Those, ironically, reflect the standards of relating as human beings being raised in the secular arena, while the quality gap widens between that world and the Church. The Church is certainly in upheaval about the morality issues and bringing all the science, psychology, philosophy and hermeneutic to bear on it as it can, but rarely does it make it's stance on how to behave lovingly very clear. This is a thorn in their side.

[Sidebar:]
Read a rippin' great book on this issue recently called, "Slaves, Women & Homosexuals: Exploring the Hermeneutics of Cultural Analysis" by William J. Webb. Every Christian should read the Forward and pages 13-66. The rest is for egg-heads. I wish that section were printed separately as a kind of tract for people in the church, with a web-address to the rest tacked on at the end. So few people who attend church actually understand the subtleties of interpretation and application and it's impact. Nor do many realize how flexible we can be and still maintain orthodoxy. It's so important.

[Back to the list of issues:]
The issues I have the least appetite to deal with are the Reason and Logic ones such as: "Absurdity", "Contradictions", "Prophecy" and "Science and History". This stuff irritates me to no end because as I've been discussing with some others lately about the Bible, the rules of debate are corrupted and they provide a place for people without understanding to hide their willful refusal to understand. I am sick to death of hidden agendas and want everyone to put their cards on the table so we can get real. I feel too easily provoked about that and so dislike discussing these issues. I guess what I'm saying is that the Skepticism has become (like what the Church used to be and sometimes still is...) the New Intellectual Oppressor, Dominating World View and Controlling Meta-Narrative and I'm waiting for them to stop being hypocrites before I engage them. Blah-blah-blah. Talk to the hand.

What's left? "Good Stuff" and "Interpretation". Now this is something that interests me! Not just because I like to be told I'm right (because that's not what they're doing here anyway), but that it signals someone who is approachable. Ignoring "good" points and acknowledging only "bad" points is a sign of blind-spots and a lack of willingness. And the Interpretation issue signals the acknowledgment of one of my favorite issues. How do we know that we know what we think we know? Epistemology. If I could, I'd eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. If the difference of Biblical interpretation is acknowledged, then it's safe to question all perception and interpretation. Ri-i-i-ight?!?

What a wonderful place to start! So I'm hoping to keep these catagories in mind as I write in the future, always being sensitive to what kinds of things they think are important and how Jesus might address those concerns. I am certain that He would as He intended His News to be Good for all.

Interesting related tid-bit. I read something this morning on Planet Emergent that struck me as pleasently jolting. Instead of calling people who don't believe in Jesus "The Lost" or "Unbelievers" or "Heathen" or "Pagans" or other such marginalizing terms, I saw someone refer to them as "The Missing". Imediately I got a picture in my head of someone on the side of a milk carton with the little frame around their face and the blurb requesting information, offering a reward, and a phone number. Someone loved and missed and agonized over. Fan-freaking-tastic. I'm always on the look out for new terminology that doesn't carry all the gunked up baggage that has been added to it over the centuries since Jesus walked the earth. Anything that is helpful. Anything inclusive and loving. Lewis did the same with analogies. If it doesn't work for you, forget it and move to another one.

Post Script:
I used Outlook Express to do my spell-checking and I just had to "add" the word onanism to the dictionary. Now I don't feel so dumb.