atheist and a theist

Would you like to have some fun and simultaneously insult both an atheist and an evangelical all in one fell swoop? Just go ahead and tell them the honest to goodness truth: They're like two peas in a pod; brothers from another mother.

Then, after you've watched them bristle for just a few moments you wink, and feigning deep sincerity say, "You have the courage of your convictions though, and I really admire that."

Ultimate Metaphysics

No God, no peas. No peas, no Jolly Green Giant. You really wanna live in that kind of world?

My previous post explained.

(Art snobbery, demonstrated.)

My previous post (yes, that is Marc Chagall's Le Pont de Passy et la Tour Eiffel, 1911) was just a little demonstration, the intention of which was to expose the snobbery of the art world. I think it worked somewhat too. In other words, nobody said they thought is was any good because, I guess, they thought it was done by an arrogant, drunk amateur.

I got the idea from a Partridge Family episode in which Danny, in his creative writing class, turns in an obscure short story by Ernest Hemingway claiming that he (Danny) wrote it. He wants to prove that his student teacher (Laurie, his sister) has it out for him. It works. Laurie tells him (and the entire class) that the Danny/Hemingway short story was the worst she'd ever read.

My next target is wine snobbery, but I haven't figured out how to pull it off on a blog yet.

Do you think you know what good art is?

Do you think you know what good art is? Frankly it's doubtful. Few people have that kind of gift -- and I mean the ability to discern between the brilliant and the pedestrian.

I hate to come across as full of myself, but I've only just recently started painting, and I've photographed and uploaded one of my most recent works. (Believe it or not I've have no formal training.) I kicked this one out the other day in about 4 hours. And oh, by the way, I was slightly drunk at the time! It depicts a beautiful view of Paris (I got from a photo).

Can you recognized how wonderful it is? Marc, what do you think?

Manipulated by a Devil

Look, I don't believe in the supernatural. That means I don't believe in ghosts, gods, angels, demons, nothing. I lot of people feel that way right? No big deal.

Here's my problem though. I of course don't believe in Satan, but lately I've been reading from numerous sources that he apparently likes it that way. In other words his whole scheme is actually to trick people into not thinking he's real -- guess it makes it easier for him to get those poor smucks to do his bidding.

See what I mean? I'm, by definition, being manipulated by a nonentity, and frankly it's pissing me off.

Come to think of it Mother Nature's been getting on my nerves a lot lately too.

A good parent is a good teacher too.

My third grade daughter came home today and was telling me that there was a girl in her class whose name was Estrella. She said it was a Spanish name meaning "beautiful".

Well, I wasn't so sure about that so I looked it up on the internet and it turns out it actually has a French origin, and it means "star".

She then went on to say that there was a boy named Jesus in her class too -- and she was pretty sure his name was in fact a Spanish word for something or another.

Of course I didn't have to look that one up. I told her it's a Hebrew word and it's an interjection meaning: gosh, jeepers, or holy cow!

Predictably she then hits me with, "What's an interjection?" and I had to tell her to leave me alone and to go pull out that School House Rock DVD we'd gotten for them.

Parenting is hard work.

My life's new mission

OK, forget about that last post. I'm on to something new now.

My life's new mission/purpose is to get as tan as possible -- and I don't even care about skin cancer, pain, none of it! I just want to be tan. Wish me luck.

Official Demonym for San Francisco

My friends, I've come to a crossroads in my life. I've been adrift, searching for purpose. I've been lost, frankly.

But no more. I am laser-focused now. I have decided to devote ALL my emotional, physical, and spiritual energy to a cause I believe in to the depths of my soul.

As of today I am (full-time) spearheading a grass roots campaign to change the official demonym for San Francisco from "San Franciscan" to the much more honest, sincere, and yet less snooty, "San Franciscoan". Will you join me?

Of Dreams And Butchers

Some dude named Emile M. Cioran was quoted as saying: "Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there."

I say to this Emile fellow: "Yeah, in your dreams you only wish you were equal to the butcher, poet-boy."