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politicette) wrote2009-05-30 04:55 pm
politicette) wrote2009-05-30 04:55 pm
I'm so *~*secular, you guys
This may be the post that makes you embarrassed to know me. :(
As it's become apparent to many of you already, I am such an unabashed theological geek. We're talking a straight-up nerd-glassed phlegmy-voiced pocket-protector-wearing motherfucker, here. * It's more commonly understood, however, that I am also a bra-burning baby-hating anti-American fetus-eating hairy-legged man-loathing commie pinko secular dyke fag.**
I'm sure you can all imagine wherein the disconnect often occurs.
Hence my mad, mad love of the free-form stylings of one Slactivist. He's fantastic, mostly because he focuses on actual Biblical teachings as opposed to ruminating endlessly on artificially-constructed, time-respected dogma. In fact, he often devotes space for the pure purpose of deconstructing that dogma, and boy. Do I love me some deconstructed dogma.
And his thinkings on eschatology? Amazing.
He's also very, very funny.
So, obviously I could say a lot about them, but this post was inspired by this beautiful, beautiful quote (in the context of his routine dissection of how much the Left Behind books suck) that I believe better explains the connection between salvation and storytelling, and why, in my mind, writing and creation of all kinds are such spiritual endeavors than anything I've ever clumsily articulated:
He's so right and I'm going to stop myself before I go on a tangent about the nature and underlying significance of human creation, artistry, and expression. Because I, being a huge theological geek, could write pages.
It strikes me, also, that I just realized why Harry's resurrection at the end of Deathly Hallows was so unsatisfying to me LOL I AM A CRAZY PERSON.
*Also stopping myself from going off about the ways in which theological study and science are essentially the same endeavor because golly gee would that never end.
**A truth mileage may vary.
EDIT: LOL YOU GUYS SO THERE IS FIC! HAPPENING IN THE COMMENTS! IT'S FANTASTIC! IF YOU ARE HERE FOR THE SANDBOX CHALLENGE HAPPENING AT FN_FF, I SAY HELLO! BUT FIRST HAVE THIS DISCLAIMER:
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DISCLAIMER: The fic is a lie and I am a liar for saying it, even though I'm not claiming it as truth so technically it's more like fiction, but still equally un-factual and untrue.
Also, it may be triggery due to some of the featured gay-bashing and parental abuse.
As it's become apparent to many of you already, I am such an unabashed theological geek. We're talking a straight-up nerd-glassed phlegmy-voiced pocket-protector-wearing motherfucker, here. * It's more commonly understood, however, that I am also a bra-burning baby-hating anti-American fetus-eating hairy-legged man-loathing commie pinko secular dyke fag.**
I'm sure you can all imagine wherein the disconnect often occurs.
Hence my mad, mad love of the free-form stylings of one Slactivist. He's fantastic, mostly because he focuses on actual Biblical teachings as opposed to ruminating endlessly on artificially-constructed, time-respected dogma. In fact, he often devotes space for the pure purpose of deconstructing that dogma, and boy. Do I love me some deconstructed dogma.
And his thinkings on eschatology? Amazing.
He's also very, very funny.
So, obviously I could say a lot about them, but this post was inspired by this beautiful, beautiful quote (in the context of his routine dissection of how much the Left Behind books suck) that I believe better explains the connection between salvation and storytelling, and why, in my mind, writing and creation of all kinds are such spiritual endeavors than anything I've ever clumsily articulated:
It's not about finding the special power that can defeat the archvillain's powers, but about a deeper, older kind of conflict. It's not about Bad Power vs. Good Power, but power vs. love. You recognize this story. This villain can't be defeated by silver bullets or wooden stakes or photon torpedos or a magic ring. We don't need a super hero, we need a lamb. The ring must be destroyed. Worthy is the lamb, worthy is the lamb that was slain.
That's the story. That's always the story, really.
He's so right and I'm going to stop myself before I go on a tangent about the nature and underlying significance of human creation, artistry, and expression. Because I, being a huge theological geek, could write pages.
It strikes me, also, that I just realized why Harry's resurrection at the end of Deathly Hallows was so unsatisfying to me LOL I AM A CRAZY PERSON.
*Also stopping myself from going off about the ways in which theological study and science are essentially the same endeavor because golly gee would that never end.
**A truth mileage may vary.
EDIT: LOL YOU GUYS SO THERE IS FIC! HAPPENING IN THE COMMENTS! IT'S FANTASTIC! IF YOU ARE HERE FOR THE SANDBOX CHALLENGE HAPPENING AT FN_FF, I SAY HELLO! BUT FIRST HAVE THIS DISCLAIMER:
---
DISCLAIMER: The fic is a lie and I am a liar for saying it, even though I'm not claiming it as truth so technically it's more like fiction, but still equally un-factual and untrue.
Also, it may be triggery due to some of the featured gay-bashing and parental abuse.
Re: ARE WE HUMAN? OR ARE WE DANCER?
Like, the first time Stephen said he was going out for the school play, everyone stopped eating. Looked at his father, who pushed his food around for a little while more before clearing his throat and asking "Don't you think that's a little faggy, son?" in a tone that made it very, very clear that Stephen was supposed to agree and recant.
Mom did the same "you'd better not be a homo because things will end very badly for yo if you are" kind of sudden iciness when Lulu wondered if it would maybe be fun to take Auto next year.
AND COPYPASTA FROM ANOTHER COMMENT:
I don't think it's that hitting is a calculated, intentional punishment so much as it is like. Surprise! Rage! Looks like you found out what was lurking beneath Daddy's austere-but-placid exterior, Stevie!
(SERIOUSLY PTAH WE'VE DEGENERATED INTO THROWING HEARTS AT EACH OTHER AND TALKING ABOUT PLUSH WHALES THIS IS RIDICULOUS)
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The sound of thirteen forks halting all at once is surprisingly loud. And of course Stephen just mumbles something and they all start eating again and move onto another topic.
Auto is a little un-feminine, don't you think, it's not the kind of thing that a Nice Girl really needs to learn dear. And of course Lulu says it was just a thought, there are lots of other electives.
It is probably like, he grabs Stephen to keep him from walking off, voices maybe start to rise, not getting the answers he wants and when the ultimate revelation comes wham-bang there was a rip tide at that stoic shoreline.
(ARE YOU CALLING OUR LOVE RIDICULOUS)
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There is also a lot of emphasis on, well when you have a BOYfriend, (by the way, isn't it about that time, Lu, both of your sisters had boyfriends at this age, why aren't they showing more of an interest?) he will certainly not want you to know more than HE and the other BOYS do about auto, dear. And then how embarrassed will your future HUSBAND be if you have to fix HIS tires for him in front of his friends! Can you even?
That is sticky, though, because I am fairly certain Mr. Colbert knew what he was looking for, and Stephen knew what he was hoping to find, and the tension just stretched...
IDK on a scale of one to "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU" how bad is it that I want to write a "Five Times Stephen Colbert Cut His Lip" fic now.
(NEVER <33333333333333)
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*buries face in hands* They both knew what was going to happen but it's like, once you pull the brakes on a train, it still takes half a mile before it can come to a halt.
IDK but it'd be about the same place I am considering I want to read a "Five Times Stephen Colbert Cut His Lip" fic now. DO IT. (...Huh. In the first fic I ever wrote I split Stephen's lip, though admittedly it was a much more humorous circumstance. What I'm trying to say is that I have a thing for blood imagery. Um. Oh man I have been beating Stephen up since the beginning.)
(OUR LOVE IS STRONG AND PURE <333333333333)
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CAN I USE THAT TRAIN LINE WHEN I WRITE IT?
OMG KRISTEN DO YOU EVEN HAVE A SAFEWORD
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I D-DON'T EVEN KNOW ANYMORE! I THOUGHT I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE GOOD DOM D:
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BUT WAIT I'M NOT SURE I RECALL HOW WE ENDED UP HERE?
WELL APPARENTLY NOT
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MY WEIRD MEMORY AND GMAIL SEARCH FOR A REMINDER
CLEARLY I NEED TO REEVALUATE