Saturday, September 23, 2006

I'm...losing it


The title of this post was going to be "I'm BAAACK" but I looked at the word back as I still am right now, wondering if that's really how you spell it. I'm losing my mind. I've been reading about 19th century Turkey for a few hours now and am confused by any word that does not have at least two "h"s in it and any name that does not end with "Ali".

Sometimes I spell "of" "uv". Seriously. I notice when I read over my notes before a test. And I confuse "g" and "j" a whole hell of a lot.

I SWEAR TO TELL THE TRUTH, THE WHOLE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH, SO ANYWAY,

I, the jenius that I am, am trying to battle my way through books thicker than my head (believe it or not) and will probably be posting way more than I did this summer. Blogs are homework evasion.

Three, neigh**, five things I learned in my first week back to school:

1) Turks are not from Turkey; they are originally from central Asia and swept across Iran on their way to Turkey, leaving a few deposits here and there. Oh, and Persian languages are closer to English than they are to Arab languages. So if we learn Arab to invade Iraq, we have to learn a whole new language to invade Iran. How inconvenient!

2) 150/X = 75/100 can also be written 150=.75X. This is therefore solvable because I forget how to cross multiply.

3) The Big Bang Theory can be conceptualized as fitting into the ancient Hindu belief in circular time. It would make it the end of the last universe and the beginning of this one. And the guy with the bad eighties hair who hosted the video we watched made in 1981 seriously should have been on Monty Python.

4) BURMA!

5) I panicked.



**Moo. I shall taunt you a second time: baaaa.

The Difference Between a Cult and a Religion is Money


Yesterday at work, a particularly infamous witch came in. Ask me in person and I'll give you a diatribe about our experience with her yesterday, but for now I'll stay off the karma train.

However, her presence brought up a discussion of her politics, her followers, her motivations. Which led me to describing to a coworker my reasons for calling her a cult leader.

This woman makes her money on selling potions, "witch supplies", teaching classes, reading cards and telling the future. Ask anyone in town and they'll say, wide-eyed, that if you look her in the eye, she'll hex you. I looked her in the eye yesterday as I pleasantly asked if she needed help, and then we discussed the weight of bread. But I digress. Essentially she is well-known, feared in a vague sort of way, and the only witch to collect on her fame every time the Discovery Channel comes to town.

Now, not only does she receive money for the reading of cards and sell meaningless potions to tourists who have never heard the rule of three, but she also has a large following who work in her stores and act as "teaching assistants" in her classes for free. That's right, her business is staffed by "volunteers"*. These volunteers follow her religiously. She is their spititual guide.

Okay. So Christians need crosses, and those who consider themselves Wiccan may need supplies for their rituals. Running a business that sells "witch supplies" is no worse than a Catholic gift shop. BUT Catholic gift shops are businesses. Priests do not run them and the employees do not work there for free to "get in good with God". Charging money to read cards is, I believe, equivalent to paying a priest for a blessing or a referral to an appropriate passage in the Bible when a Christian needs guidance. It is slimy and ingenuine, not to mention that it lowers an ancient ritual to cheap entertainment.

The real difference, I believe, between a cult and a religion is money. You pay to belong to a church, but that is membership in a community. Any person off the street can walk into any church or synagogue anywhere in the world and the priest or rabbi will tell them everything they know about Christ or Moses. You do not pay for knowledge in a religion, only to be an ongoing member of a community that needs, say, heat in the winter and snacks after the service. In a cult you pay for knowledge.

Take Scientology: to become more and more advanced toward "cleanliness" or "self-realization" or whatever they have chosen to call it, you must pay. You move through the levels of the cult by paying huge amounts of money. You cannot be a poor Scientologist (or, I suppose, all Scientologists are poor by the time they reach enlightenment). I think that this witch's organization is much the same. You pay to take classes to learn her religion. You pay for her or her minions to give you (what was once spititual) guidance through the reading of cards.

BUT WAIT! you say. Everyone needs to make a living! Why can't she make a living at what she knows best?

Because she is selling her religion. And in the exchange she is turning it into a cult. And, of course, she wields a huge amount of influence over people who look up to her for spiritual fulfillment. Therefore it is a cult and she is a leader.

BUT WAIT! you say. She is putting Wicca in the mainstream! She is representing a community and letting the rest of the world know about it!

No, she is representing her community. She is putting Wicca in the mainstream as a joke for tourists and mixing its image with that of the historical killing of innocents (who were not witches) and the pointy-hatted witch on a broomstick that shows up on every t-shirt ever sold around here. This woman tried to sell a potion to break the Curse of the Bambino a few years ago. She is not a community head or a PR witch. She is a minor celebrity here to collect.

Don't get me wrong, I am not talking about Wicca. I am talking about one woman and her covencult. Real witches do not charge money. Real witches are willing to give knowledge to anyone who honestly shows an interest in the religion. Real witches do not sell love potions.

*I am only ninety percent sure of the source I got this fact from, so I will not quote it, but I believe it was printed in a newspaper.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Moved

We are officially up here. I can't wait to get my computer set up so I can post a few pictures. For those of you who don't know, the Fiancee and I have moved from the second to the third floor and we love it. The cat has settled and decided she likes being queen of the mountain.

Lemme tellya, there aint no better place to enjoy these cool, fall, New England breezes than on the top floor of a nearly two hundred year old building fifty yards from the water.

I see parties in our future...

But for now we're unpacking and starting school. AHHH!!! I buy one million dollars worth of books tomorrow...

Sunday, September 03, 2006

ok go

Whether or not you like the music, this has to be the best music video ever. They went all out. It's like if Monty Python was a band. And this is their other video, using treadmills. Yeah. Treadmills.

And the Polarization Continues...


Look at this. We all need to see Metropolis* again. The only way to slow the polarization of the head and the hands is through mediation of the heart. There's a head/hands fat joke here but I will end this entry with a shred of dignity and let it go.




*I am of the opinion that the film is a critique of both capitalism and communism, whereas some feel it's one and others feel it's the other. See this for a lecture on changing the story rather than protesting the status quo.