1.26.2010

On The Greatness of Being a Man



There are a lot of great things about being a man. A lot. And if I talked about all of them, this would go on for pages. So I'm just going to pick a few. But before I do, a short list of the things that didn't make the cut:

1. Being under no social obligation to shave. Why is shaving so annoying? Who knows. It just really is.

2. Being able to walk outside in the dark, by yourself. Every time a girl says something about not being out at night alone I think "gosh that's got to be terrible."

3. Having an innate working knowledge of physics. Sure, I can fix your toilet, because by looking at it I can figure out how it works.

4. Being attracted to Felicia Day. And women in general.

Before I begin though, I want to put in a little disclaimer. As Jessica pointed out, we can only write from our own perspectives. The things we share are simply things we've noticed that seem to be common experiences. But I don't think a group's experiences will ever be fully common. My experiences, thoughts, and feelings will always be my own -- having passed through the unique filter of my senses. So please keep that in mind, and when you see something different, let me know. I'm always looking for a more accurate idea of what the common experience might be. In addition, I'm going to talk about some of the better traits of men, which is not to claim them for men alone, but to show that men exemplify them. Many women also have these amazing qualities, and that's a great thing.

Here we go.

I've been reading through the book of Genesis in the last couple days. Now, whether you take this story to be literal truth, metaphorical truth, or just a story, I think it says some interesting things. For example, in the garden of Eden, God gives Adam some very clear directives. He asks him to name the animals. He asks him to cultivate the garden. He asks him to increase and multiply. As I read this, I see that a role of men is to Do Big Things. And it's not just a role, it's a gift, maybe even a privilege. There is something about us that makes us horribly unsatisfied with doing little things like the dishes or mowing the lawn. We'd much rather sail a boat to Antarctica or make a living stealing from the rich to give to the poor. This is really clear when you watch little boys play outside. If you give a little boy a big stick he's much more likely to pretend he's got a spear to fight off bad guys than he is to pretend it's a shepherd's crook for watching sheep. This stays with us as we get older too. When I worked at Costco my job consisted of stacking products on top of each other, or moving pallets of product around. While that's an easy way to get paid, it's so pointless to do day after day. You arrive the next day to see that people have bought three vacuums. So you add three more to the pile. I don't want to do little things. It makes me feel useless. I want to Do Big Things.

Shackleton decided to go to the south pole. In a wooden boat. That's a Big Thing. 
Then they all came back alive. Without their boat. That's a Bigger Thing.


Because we men like to Do Big Things, we are also very task oriented. We get things done, and most times that's really helpful. Every woman probably knows what it's like to have a man trying to fix their emotional problems. It's terrible, but I promise that urge does have a good use. If you can convince me to get behind something, I will burn through problems with hurricane force. The force of men who believe in something is not a thing you want to stand in the way of. It's men like this who win wars, eradicate diseases, and stand against oppression. I think every man has a little bit of MacGuyver in him.

I love the adventurous spirit of men. It was men who climbed aboard ships going west in hopes of getting to the East Indies. It was men who crossed the rocky mountains to explore the west. It was men who drove thousands of cattle through Colorado, living on biscuits and coffee. It was men who thought it would be a good idea to go to the moon, and did it. Deep down, we still know we'd give up comfort for the wild unknown.

I love the strength of men. We have been endowed with muscles that lift and strain and we've been given minds that tend toward conviction. We carry with us the knowledge that were disaster ever to strike, we would be on the scene tearing away the rubble, lifting beams and cutting through rebar because we have the strength for it. We know that were an injustice ever done to those we love, we would be there to stand and fight against it, and if we couldn't fight, to simply stand in the way.

I love the fierce, sacrificial love of men. What drives us to go back across no man's land to rescue a fallen comrade? Or to run into a burning building to save a stranger? What prompts Sidney Carton to take another man's place on the tumbril? Or Horatius to stand fast against an army while his countrymen destroy the bridge behind him? It's something very mysterious, and I don't think anyone really knows why we are this way, but it is very much a part of who we are.

It would be ignorant to not take a moment to look at reality, though. To be truthful, we men are pretty messed up. It is sadly uncommon to see a man who is Doing Big Things; a man who is adventurous, strong, and sacrificial. No one ever said it would be easy to be a man, but I see these qualities inside of myself and others. If the qualities are there, then the potential is there. Let's do what we can to work toward that potential.

Blog dueling tips

The first tactic of blog dueling is to throw your off your opponent. You'll want to do this by being unpredictable. One way to do this is by missing a deadline that they would have otherwise expected you to meet.

Another thing you'll be wanting to do is to demonstrate your dominance by showing that they can't tell you what to do. Interestingly, you can also do this by missing a deadline.

With these strategies in play, you can gain the upper hand in any blog duel, even before the first post has been written!

My apologies. First post soon to follow.

1.20.2010

An Open Letter to Jessica

Dear Blogger of Cheese Luminous, AKA Jessica,

As your blogatory antithesis, I hereby challenge you to a blog duel. A battle of cultural relevance, a war of independent thought, a minor skirmish of spelling, syntax, and proper use of a semi-colon.

Points will be awarded for the following, pending your approval:
1. Jokes about hipsters
2. Vague literary references (for you)
3. Obscure musical references (for me)
4. Criticisms/Praises of Portland
5. Rants about being unemployed
6. Rants about being employed
7. Raw and introspective thoughts.
8. Wonderings, musings, observations, etc.
9. Funny stories!
10. Number of latin idioms used.
11. Non sequiturs
12. Comments by people other than Lisa. (Sorry, we already know you love us.)

The winner will be decided subjectively, inevitably ending with both of us declaring utter victory, and attempting to debase and slander the other.

Sound like fun? I think so.
b


1.19.2010

L'chaim to writing!

I almost wrote a new post today. I had it all written out, then I realized that it wandered from one major topic to another. Can't have that.

I take a lot of pride in writing, and if I can't do it well, I start over. It's kind of bad really, I ought to put out my thoughts, abstract and partially formulated, and just see what happens. But I don't do that for two reasons:

1. This is supposed to be the antithesis to Jessica's blog, at least in writing style. Her writing style is almost stream of conscious, so I try to make mine more formal. Don't ask my why my blog is the stylistic antithesis to Jessica's. It's just an idea I had and decided to stick with.

2. I don't know you people. And while I'm sure I have a following of something like me, my mom, and Lisa, I'm not quite comfortable with putting being abstract and partially formulated in front of potential strangers. It's a scary internet you know.

Maybe I should have been an English major. I write just about as much as I play music, and that's often just because I feel guilty about playing music enough.

If I were an English major I would end writing because I felt guilty about not writing enough. Can't have that.

Maybe one's correct vocational path is one in which your passion overcomes your guilt. Or maybe I just gots issues.

(Okay, that's enough abstract partially formulated talk for today).

1.10.2010

Overcoming Darkness


It's winter and it's dark. This is by far the hardest time of year for me. When it gets dark things become more intense. The loneliness seems more potent. My work becomes less fulfilling. The sun barely rises behind the heavy shroud of clouds. Even our chickens are laying tiny depressing eggs. Up until a couple days ago, I was working at Costco, and got up at 3am. Nothing is as dark and as lonely as a cold house at 3am. And nothing is as unfulfilling as stacking vacuum cleaners on top of each other at Costco.

But I was walking with Jordan outside in the sun today. It is astounding how the utter darkness of winter flees in the face of some natural sunlight and a listening ear. How fast the problems of the night that seemed so real and debilitating become meaningless. Jordan mentioned that one of the powerful things about living in the Northwest is that although the winter is long and dark and cold, it makes the spring so much better. It's really true: the contrast of a crisp sunlit spring morning redeems all.

Light is such a powerful symbol. I listened to the Sussex Carol this morning, which proclaims, "From out of darkness, we have light...". Or think of the most poetic words in the whole Bible,

"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through Him, and apart from Him nothing came into being that has come into being. In Him was life, and the life was the Light of men. The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overpower it." - John 1:1-5

My college president used to talk about how much he used to like Rembrandt paintings. Have you ever seen one? They're usually really dark and shadowy around the edges, with a brilliant light focusing on what is important in the painting. It is the darkness the shows the truth of the light.

As I finish this, the sun has passed behind the clouds, and the clouds grow darker and darker. I know that soon I will be surrounded by the cold darkness again. I don't like the idea, but maybe, like the painting, I need the darkness to show me the power of the day. We need the darkness of the Winter to show us the power of the Spring. We need the darkness of the crucifixion to show us the power of the resurrection.

Please remember: The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overpower it.


1.05.2010

New Year's Resolutions

I really like lists. Which could be why I like New Year's (no wait, there are a lot of other, much better reasons), because everyone is supposed to make a big list of hopeful things. Really, we ought to make hopeful lists more often. I think it's probably good for us. Anyway, I've been thinking about some ideas for my list. I might add more to it later, but here's a start.

1. Think more of others and less about myself. Wouldn't it be miraculous if we were able to stop being so self-obsessed and pay attention to other peoples' needs? I would listen better, be more sensitive, and know better how to help people. Ironically, when I mentioned this thought to the people at my house on New Year's, I accidentally cut off what Dan was going to say. Well, we've got to start somewhere.

2. More books, less TV. Don't get me wrong, I don't have any kind of vendetta against TV, it's just that I really like reading books. They make me more aware, more creative, and more inspired. I also like watching TV/movies, but it doesn't make me feel the same way afterward.

3. Know when to be upset, and when not to. Getting upset when you shouldn't makes you oversensitive, and people feel like they have to tiptoe around you. Not getting upset when you should allows people to walk all over you. Finding the middle ground is hard. I want to do that.

"Anyone can become angry, that is easy... but to be angry with the right person, to the right degree, at the right time, for the right purpose, and in the right way...this is not easy." - Aristotle

4. Cook more often. Seriously, I worked in the Cascades Kitchen. I spent a summer learning how to make food well. I really enjoy making food. It's just one of those "get off your butt and do it" situations.

5. Go on some dates. For reals people, I need to start dating. Even my dad is telling me to.

6. Dress better. I realized not too long ago that 1.) I don't dress nicely. Way too many t-shirts and nasty pants, not enough collared shirts, and 2.) It's pretty easy to make a little effort and look a lot better. Plus, here's some bonus math: I'd like to meet a nice woman who is absolutely beautiful, and I am attracted to well-dressed women. It stands to reason that one such beautiful woman might be similarly attracted to a nicely dressed man. QED.

7. Play more music. I really like music, and I really like playing music too. But I'm freakishly slef-conscious about it. Strange, you would think, for me to be a musician and to be skittish about performing, but I am. So I want to get better at that.

1.02.2010

More about the title

There already was a blog called "Practicing Resurrection", hence my addition of the dash in the URL. However, I decided to go with it anyway, for several reasons:

1. It looks like Brett, who does the other one hasn't updated in a while. So it's not like I'll be competing. We'll have to keep an eye on him though.

2. "Practice resurrection." It's a pretty amazing concept. Doesn't the phrase conjure up some intangible strength? Some mystery? How could something so supernatural as resurrection be practiced? And yet it implies that we have something that powerful at our disposal, and should we choose, we can practice it. Resurrection: to bring back to life. Isn't that what we all want? To be brought to life? Perhaps to be fulfilled? And Practice: to put in the hours in order to become better. It only seems fair that resurrection would require some work. Now if only we could figure out how to go about practicing resurrection...perhaps that is the purpose of this blog...

3. I need practice spelling "resurrection". It's one of those words, along with "chief" and "calendar" and "commitment" that I can never spell. And for those of you keeping track at home, I only had to respell "commitment" as I typed this.

4. Thus, I've made some sort of commitment to this blog, albeit small. I won't be putting posting dates in my calendar or anything, but I'll try to be somewhat regular. And I hope it will be always to some degree, if not chiefly, concerned with the idea of "Practicing Resurrection".

b

The reason for the title

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.

So, friends, every day do something
that won't compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.

Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion - put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?

Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn't go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

-Wendell Berry Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front