Me Tarzan

My mother never did the baby talk nonsense when i was born. She spoke to me like an actual being (or as toddler tracy used to say - "i am a human beast"). We have held differing belief systems since i was a child and sometimes that has brought on a level of conflict but nothing that has caused either of us mortal danger. My mom always believed that she was raising a leader and thus, for all the crap we faced (losing our home, days of -seemingly- endless hunger, being misunderstood, gossiped about and taken advantage of) we held our own because my mother is a Hutchings and she was raising... a leader. My home was filled with National Geographic and those 'You and Your Health' blue encyclopedias. And even though, she'd be pretty pissed when i wouldn't sit down (all the time) to an educational documentary, she knew how to move. That is not to say i haven't gotten my share of "hurry-slap" and a cut-arse now and again and i know why; in a sense, i u...

I don't remember how it started or what spurred it on. It was last year. Maybe I was thinking of a friend who shares the same name but I do know how it ended. Me, realising how much Ishmael (Judeo-Christian narrative) was a single parent child and worse, that blessed 'Father Abraham' was an absentee father. For those who may have missed the Judeo-Christian storyline: Abraham (formerly Abram) gets told he will be the father of many nations; which is all fine and dandy except he and his wife Sarah (formerly Sarai) are old and childless. Yet, as promised by God and spoken by the three (angelic) visitors, Abraham knows he's going to be a father. Sarah, realising - this is ridiculous, i'm old - GIVES HIM her handmaiden Hagar to basically marry and have a child by her (i say 'marry' because I don't see him just sleeping with her without some type of ceremony taking place). Hagar has a son - Ishmael. Praises Be. Some thirteen years later, Sarah - with whom...

           Every Friday. On This Blog. OH. JUST. GIVE. ME... A BREAK ALREADY! (said dramatically like Scandal) Alright, alright. Let’s talk the God Wife and be done with forever. a). OF COURSE the text is real; you think 66 books were the only ones in existence back in the day? EVERYONE WROTE…. The reason though, why mainstream Christianity will not buy into it, is because there were factions back then. You had the Apostolic Christianity (St. Peter’s works, St. Paul etc.) and you had Gnostic Christianity. You had factions that believed the soul couldn’t be touched; that the body could do/be as evil as it might be but the soul remained pure which conflicted with the doctrine that the soul (seat of emotions/will/power) could be darkened and needed a Saviour. Grief, you even had factions who believed the new Christians should circumcise and follow the Moses Law (which brought no end of grief to the likes of St. Paul). Thus, with all these factions an...

When we were in school, there may have been a subject (math) that we may not have been overtly fond of.  We might have even said, "I don't see how learning Pythagoras' Theorem will help me get fry chicken..."  We said these type of statements because we were stupid. Daft. Ridiculous. Stupid.  All knowledge - whether or not you have an immediate practical use for it - is good to have because (if nothing else), it helps to form new connections in the brain. This will, in turn, help you to a). see your world more clearly b). hypothesis and rationalise a series of solutions for said world. Thus, even though I may not like the mathematical implications of Pythagoras, knowing the theorem may help me gravitate to more interesting information about the man and having learned about the man, I can form a hypothesis on the merits of sacrificing cows... or even... understanding the human condition around me. I earnestly seek out knowledge. I like lapping up things that have...