The anniversary of my deadly kidney stone attack is approaching, and with that comes x-rays and ultrasounds. The x-ray on Thursday morning was fine, but what really took the cake was the ultrasound. I had not gotten coffee yet, so … Continue reading
I do not allow myself to go a day without reflecting upon atrocities happening in the world. Well, it’s not that I force myself to reflect, it’s a natural habit. Whilst I am sitting comfortably writing this blog post and … Continue reading
Hello, February! This ought to be a good month because the birthstone is purple, right? And I could never resent Valentine’s Day, because any holiday that somewhat revolves around candy, non-anotomical hearts, and martyrs can’t be all that bad. I happen to love martyrology to a point of near obsession–which is how it’s always been. For a very long time, I have done way too much reading about Christian martyrs, out of pure interest. Foxe’s Book of Martyrs has been on my shelf since I was in middle school. At random times during the day I find myself reading about Christian martyrs. The word “martyr” probably resonates within me quicker than any other word. This is a natural condition I have, I never chose this. Of course this instantaneous resonation extends to all uses of “martyr,” not just Christian. So let’s talk about Predatory Martyrdom. Or let’s not talk about it. Or maybe we can talk about locking someone in a cage and setting him on fire, and then hanging a would-be Predatory Martyr in retaliation. And let’s talk about cameras and this digital layer of depravity. Martyrdom is this terribly beautiful, painful thing; but when the word “Predatory” comes before “Martyr,” what is prohibiting you from rethinking…everything? Everyone is the hero of his or her own narrative. Sometimes being a so-called villain is the way to achieve one’s specific concept of heroism. “Villain” is in no way an antonym for “Hero” because we all want to be heroes to ourselves. I wonder if the core of being human is wanting to be a self-perceived hero.
If you didn’t notice, I use the Oxford comma. I am a big fan of the Oxford comma. I do not comprehend why people think that discarding the Oxford comma is okay. The omission is nonsensical, rhythmically disruptive, and aesthetically … Continue reading
I could feel the holiday spirit on South Grand this evening as I was driving home from work, and not just because city Christmas lights are starting to pop up. A lot of people were out and about, which I … Continue reading
I’m pretty indifferent about the monarchy, being an American and just rolling my eyes at Princess Kate on all the magazine covers, but this assassination attempt really peeves me. Let me get this straight. You were going to stab (although … Continue reading