I know...I know: what a random assortment this post is!
So I'll get right to it.
When I think back
On all the crap I learned in high school
It's a wonder
I can think at all
So Patience and I got caught up in the Science Channel the other day. We'd intended to tune in just to learn a little more about what-where-when about Space Week (starts next week). Patience has decided to become an astronaut so she can go into space and do experiments and explore. This is actually the ideal career choice for her so far.
It's no stretch at all for me to picture her performing a necropsy on a gecko to observe the effects of zero gravity on the lizard after three months in space.
This is why I am sending her to Space Camp this summer. She'll build and launch rockets, and build a scale model of our solar system.
I wonder if it will contain Pluto.
Which brings me to the trouble with science and education.
Everything I learned in science was taught so very definitively: This is How It Is Period. Pluto was a planet. Mars was nothing but a rock. Lucy was the Missing Link. T Rex was a large, green carnasaur.
If you watch the science channel or read the science publications, you'll find that everything you learned in high school science (presuming that you, like me, attended high school prior to the 90s or later) is OUT OF DATE.
Yes, yes it is.
New science has disproved the Leakey theory of evolution, which eliminated the Theory of Lucy, or at least threw it into serious question.
And, more to the point? T Rex babies may have been covered in down, like a precursor to feathers. I kid you not. An early ancestor of it had feathers, and this lead to a reclassification of the big, bad dinosaur: it's no longer definitively classified as a carnasaur.
What can I say.
I know nothing.
On the upside, I have a whole lot to learn. Again. And probably again, and again.
The library, though, is no help, with its out of date books. Luckily, unlike in high school, we have the Internet.
National Day of Prayer
Tomorrow is the National Day of Prayer.
The National Day of Prayer Task Force's mission is to communicate with every individual the need for personal repentance and prayer, mobilizing the Christian community to intercede for America and its leadership in the five centers of power: Church, Education, Family, Government and Media.
Setting aside my objection to the words "national" and "prayer" in the same sentence---much less the same title; honestly, how...deliberately misleading, why not "nationwide?"---that mission leaves me cold. Shivery.
I admit it: I believe in God, the Universe, Jesus, and most prophets. This isn't a cover my bases deal. This is a lifetime of religious education, and way too much Bill Moyers, Karen Armstrong and Bertrand Russell. Edited: My gosh, did I leave out Joseph Campbell? Consider that omission rectified.
(Do you know? I once waited in line for a Bill Moyers lecture, and then waited again to get him to sign my book. Geez, like a groupie. Some people chased rock stars, I chased intellectuals. Geek me baby one more time.)
Regardless of my own personal belief in prayer, and my own personal belief in mass prayer, no.
No national day of prayer. No big speeches from Bush. No endorsing Christianity as if it is the unofficially official religion of the US.
Leaves me cold.
Feeling hot hot hot
What did not leave me feeling cold---aside from Bush honing in on the success of Idol Gives Back as if he had jack to do with it, oh oh and that LAME freaking cardboard interaction between him and his wife (and is it just me or do they look freakishly alike these days? Sort of Jack-o and Janet-esque?)---was last night's American Idol.
No, most of it was utter crap.
Except two moments: Blake and Jon.
First, a caveat: I'm not what you'd call a big Bon Jovi fan. It's not really my bag. I respect the talent and all, but you know? I'll take Francis Albert Sinatra singing Antonio Carlos Jobim. (Geeked again.)
Nevertheless, Blake knocked my socks off with his performance. In my opinion? Hands down best performance of the night. That guy has a real knack! A knack for performing, a knack for knowing when and how to take risks, and a knack for knowing how to stay true to himself and the music.
Now, I said I'm not a fan of Bon Jovi, but I am a fan of Jon Bon Jovi. From what I know, he seems like a cool guy. Plus, it's out of my control. Guy has some sort of pheromone or something.
The rewind moment of the show: Jon coaching Melinda. She confesses her lack of "rockness." Jon looks at her and says, "Oh baby," strums a note on the guitar unconsciously, looks back up, "I can teach you...how to rock." He looked down, as if a little embarassed which completely stripped out any smarminess from the comment and just left it totally...hot.
I think he looked down to spare Melinda because looks like that, words like that from a man like that have been known to turn women into butter.
She stood there, smile frozen on her face, eyes wide and I swear I could see her heart beating out of her chest.
Jon Bon Jovi just smiled his wide charming smile and looked harmlessly irresistible.
I swear I had to fan myself for five minutes.
The saddest moment? All the contestants saying to Jon Bon Jovi, "OMG my MOM is going to DIE I met you. She's such a huge fan!"
The Dalai Lama and Hump Day Hmmms
The Dala Lama spoke this week about compassion and tolerance. He put out a call to action, actually.
Originally I thought the next Hump Day Hmmm (and sorry, it's not this week, did not have my act together...so next week?) would be about free will and destiny/fate, possibly how those affected our perception about justice and forgiveness.
But then I wondered whether we ought to answer the Dalai Lama's call to action and discuss how we can find compassion and tolerance within ourselves, then spread it somehow into the community. I think justice and forgiveness play a part in this.
What do you guys think? What should the next Hump Day Hmmm be?
Gwen and I were six of one, half a dozen the other. I know, odd. We're normally so definite and full of opinions. What can I say. I'm still reeling about Lucy, the T-Rex and Jon.
copyright 2007 Julie Pippert