art, politics, religion: discuss
I was torn about who to put first on today’s Peeper Dee.
I went with Tina’s, because I think I could look at it for a long time.
I mean, what is that thing?
An alien face? A spaceship landing in a bay? A pie in the oven?
You tell me.
I can attest that today’s submissions are some of my favorite PPDs so far.
What do you think?
On Facebook, The Dalai Lama updates:
All the world’s major religions, with their emphasis on love, compassion, patience, tolerance, and forgiveness can do and do promote inner values. But the reality of the world today is that grounding ethics in religion is no longer adequate. This is why I am increasingly convinced that the time has come to find a way of thinking about spirituality and ethics beyond religions altogether.
There will be a day when people say, “I am human, and that is why I act as I do.”
Not, I am a “Christian,” “Muslim,” “Jew,” “Buddhist,” etc.
Humanity first. All the other stuff — the rules that are not rules, the laws that are defunked and debunked, the ideas that aren’t carrying weight in normal discourse — those things can go away.
Humanity first, means there’s no more worry over what the dusty old books say, but what modernity teaches.
Civilization isn’t going to take a nose dive if religions — and people of faith — stop screaming about their views, because they’ve been around the longest.
Humanity first.
Imagine if that were on our t-shirts and our minds.
Dalai Lama update via TDW.
So it’s been a slow day here at Le Café. It may very well be a slow week. As much as I love seeing your face around here, apparently you don’t pay the bills.
Thanks.
I can, however, point you toward Stan’s blog — TYWKIWDBI and tell you some of the updates I’ve enjoyed.
And you thought you were the first person to take a photo of yourself drinking beer.
According to H.Q. Roosevelt at the Roosevelts blog,
Here are three gents named James Ballantine, Dr George Bell and David Octavius Hill drinking an Edinburgh Ale in 1844. This is the earliest known photo of men drinking beer.
Perhaps a little fact that you don’t know, local Chicagoans tend to pronounce it Roooooo-sevelt, instead of Rowsevelt.
There’s a street here named Roosevelt and it used to make me giggle to hear Tina say it. Now, depending on the audience, I say it.
Seen on the internet:
Text below the fold. Continue reading “Oh crap, I renege. There is proof of the afterlife.”
Ad reads: “Wanted: one night stand.”
Picture of an ad with on nightstand on it.
Seen on Facebook.
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