The Fredösphere

I have discovered the least masculine activity ever:  spending Memorial Day planting pansies.  Yow.

In that spirit, I'm goin' all teary-eyed over Colby Cosh's adoption of modern blogging software.  My little boy is all grown up!  Cosh also figures out we home schoolers are not all "religious creeps and misanthropes" -- although some of us are, and don't you dare deny it!  Some of us still read Jack Chick after all these years.  (J.C. is well documented at the fascinating and often exasperating 10 Zen Monkeys, which I will also mention [in a post hopelessly unable to stay on-topic] interviewed Douglas Rushkoff, author of a graphic novelization [that's a graphic novel ... ization, not a graphic ... novelization] of the Bible.  It is Rushkoff especially who earns for 10 Zen Monkeys the adjective "exasperating," but not everything he says is nonsense, although hilariously he has discovered the fundamental message of the Old Testament is how to develop a monetary system that doesn't exploit people.  Which is an amazing coincidence, because Rushkoff's pet project is promoting something he calls open source currency.  He also references Joseph Campbell's monomyth, which ties in neatly with a fascinating book I'm reading right now called The Seven Basic Plots, which is summarized nicely at Only a Game.

Oh, and guys?  The Israelites didn't build an arc, they built an ark, okay? 

Wow, it's cold in here; I must have left a parenthesis open.  Let me close it now.)

Labels: Culture, Religion