Today is day number 131 for the daily photo submission doohickie here at Le Café called, Peeper Dee.
Submit yours whenever. We all want to see what you’ve got.
Reblogged from The Daily What:
Jamie Lynne Grumet, a 26-year-old parenting blogger, offers her nipple to 3-year-old son Aram on the cover of this week's Time magazine, to promote a story about attachment parenting, an approach that encourages parents to breastfeed and co-sleep with their children.
"To me, the whole point of a magazine cover is to get your attention," says Rick Stengel, Time's managing editor.
There are a couple of items that I need to address, at least for myself.
A few of you let me know about troll John A Davison’s passing. He went quiet a while ago when he and some other guy jumped in on this conversation. And I wrote a post after receiving email from him here.
George said he got in a last word with him, and I’m wondering which response that was exactly.
Davison never returned after I blasted him on the Skatje post, in which I had reached the end of my rope and dug deep to verbally bitch slap him like an MMA superstar.
Whatever the case, John A. Davison is dead now. And since George got in the last word, it’s all his fault.
Honk.
I’m not sure what that means to me. I didn’t ask him to stop by and I didn’t care that he was here. I didn’t care when he left.
I have, however, read back over my bitch slap a few times wondering how it was I came up with some of that stuff.
Rest assured, we’ll miss you MCA
Speaking of death, Beastie Boy Adam Yauch aka MCA passed away recently, too. And if you know me well, Beastie Boys are one of my favorite bands of all time. My glory days concert boasting rights seem to always go back to seeing the Beastie Boys at Lollapalooza back in the 90s with regular-reading Aaron, my brother Jon and my then girlfriend Wendy.
It was the best concert I’ve ever been to. I couldn’t stop moving the entire time they were on stage. We had great seats.
In fact, Aaron, Wendy and I were standing on the arms of our chairs which were probably 30 feet from the stage. My brother on the other hand decided to go into the pit as close as he could get. I remember watching him head for the crowd and never seeing him again until after they finished.
MCA was my favorite Beastie Boy, and when the announcement came that he died, I backburned it. I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t know how to memorialize him. We weren’t friends. And his life was never more than songs and photos, which I still have.
So in a way, I haven’t lost the guy. I wasn’t a huge fan of their recent work. It is a loss, though, so I have to figure out how I’m going to deal with that.
If you’re wondering what my favorite Beastie Boy track is, it’s “Get it together” from Ill Communication.
I think one of the reasons why MCA was my favorite Beastie was because he was the one that played bass on their instrumental tracks.
Flea-bitten flea bag
That brings me to my next fanboy obsession that will be coming to a major head at the end of the month.
One of my other all-time favorite bands is the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Back in high school, I played bass in a band called Creamy Velour with my brother and two other guys. When I was learning to play, I would listen to RHCP bass playing maniac Flea over and over wanting to slap and pop like him. I wanted to run around the fret board like him.
I wanted to whip my head around like him.
I loved watching Point Break because of Flea and Anthony Kiedis’ cameos.
That’s all to say that my photography partner Bill had an unfortunate turn of events that is preventing him from shooting RHCP at the end of the month. So when he learned that he had conflict a few weeks ago, he mentioned he might have to give up the show, and asked if I might want it.
You should have seen the superman strength it took to hold back utter excitement.
Long story short, I got the gig. I’ll be shooting one of my favorite bands of all time. And I just can’t fucking wait.
The other great thing about it is that I told Bill that I was going to pray to Allah that I would get the gig.
So the cosmic battle is finally come to a truce. Allah is the living god who answers prayers.
I have a “friend” named Brian on Facebook who posted this graphic that reads, “I support helping the needy. I oppose funding the lazy.”
You can see the resulting flame war declaration from me and our conversation.
In Brian’s defense, he posts just about anything from hardly reputable sources that supports his hate and disgust for the Obama-lead presidency. So this post isn’t a stretch.
There’s an unwritten ultimatum there, though. There is a cast of judgement. There is an understanding of Jesus’ message, but with a huge caveat that basically excuses Brian, and those who think like him, from actually sticking their necks out for the needy.
Just like you gotta believe in Christ or else you’re hellbound. It’s right up the Christian alley. You gotta do something before I do something for you.
Before I decided on atheism, this was not the way I read the Bible or understood the theology. It was not what I was taught. And for all the weird stuff, the things that made the most sense were living in a way that promoted human decency, compassion and benevolence.
The message of Christ was one of incredible, undeserving grace. The idea that I was so rotten and awful, but Christ loved me anyway, without question. And that is how we are to love others.
That is, of course, in theory.
In reality, Christianity places a shitload of requisites on recipients of grace. You have to fit a mold. You can only be filthy to a point for Christians (Christ’s literal followers) before you can receive support.
So if you’re lazy, drugged up, and an alcoholic, that’s too filthy for me to help so keep searching asshole!
This is part of many reasons that I don’t believe anymore. I was tired of standing up for values that didn’t reflect the ideologies that we were taught.
Teach one thing, behave another way.
Not cool. Not cool at all.