Music was better in the sixties, man.

I have personally argued that the 1970s represents the most important decade in music history, specifically rock music, but music in general.

I will argue that topic passionately but, unlike this article from Discover Magazine, I don't have the science to back me up. 


Making the breast mandatory

Apparently, new mothers in New York who want to use formula instead of breastfeeding will have to sign out the infant formula like a prescription. 

Choosing to breastfeed, and for most women in the civilized world, is just that, a choice. Children who are fed infant formula still grow up big and strong. In fact, at least initially, they generally grow bigger and stronger than their breastfed peers. Eventually, the breast fed kids catch up.

For many women, breastfeeding can be difficult, or painful, or damn near impossible. Making it harder for them to choose not to breastfeed doesn't help them.

What people forget, especially those who are passionate about breastfeeding (you know who you are), is that whether or not it's better for the child, bringing up baby isn't just about the baby. If the mother isn't healthy, or she's stressed out about not being able to adequately feed her child, the baby isn't going to do well either. It's about mother and child, not just child.

If you want to breastfeed, great. If you want to educate people on the benefits of breastfeeding, great. Do so. But don't put the formula under lock and key. Don't make new mothers feel like trash because they'd rather use formula. That's just plain mean. And it's just not right.

To read all about it at the Huffington Post, click here.


Jesus doesn't want you to go to church

Many of us live for the weekend. Time to kick back and slack off a little. You've worked hard all week and you deserve a break. But the day after Saturday is Sunday, and for many Christians, it means a mandatory trip to the local church to do a little praying and worshipping.

As an non-believer, Sunday is just another day off, like Saturday. But on Sunday, many Christians believe they should be going down to the house of God for a little shot of the Almighty. The only catch is that Jesus was totally against this idea. That's right. By going to church and praying with friends and family, you are disobeying the very man around whom the whole church is built.

Harken to the Word . . . Matthew 6:5-7
New King James Version (NKJV)

5 “And when you pray, you shall not be like the hypocrites. For they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the corners of the streets, that they may be seen by men. Assuredly, I say to you, they have their reward. 6 But you, when you pray, go into your room, and when you have shut your door, pray to your Father who is in the secret place; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you openly.[a] 7 And when you pray, do not use vain repetitions as the heathen do. For they think that they will be heard for their many words.

So you see, Jesus doesn't go for that whole getting together in Church and praising God thing. If you're going to pray, Jesus wants you to do it quietly, at home, in your own room. He also doesn't think you should recite prayers. God likes original content and that stuff in the Bible or the other holy books . . . He's heard it all before.

And so, when the next weekend rolls around, take a pass on the whole church thing. Not going is what Jesus would want you to do. 


50 Shades of Grayskull

Nothing is sacred. This video, which you will watch, even if you tell yourself you don't want to, proves it. Please enjoy, "50 Shades of Grayskull".

One of our local radio stations, CFCA-FM, aka Kool FM at 105.3, did a week's worth of takes on the "50 Shades" series with titles like:

  • 50 Shades of Eh!  (the Canadian version)
  • 50 Shades of Gay
  • 50 Shades of Hay

and a couple of others.


Household Beauty Do-It-Yourself Tips

Image from Wikipedia entry on staplerTwenty dollars was insane. And for what?

Everything he needed was right here in his own kitchen. Twenty dollars indeed.

There was only one cube in the ice tray, but that would be enough. There were pins in the third drawer with those other bits of miscellany.

The drawer was jammed.

Barry muttered a curse and yanked at the handle with a sharp pull, then screamed and let go. He danced about wildly, cradling the injured hand in the other and taking stock of his reservoir of obscenities. Finally, he stopped and assessed the damage. Some torn skin. A little blood trickling from the wound. It didn't look that bad. It felt a thousand times worse.

He turned to the sink and pushed the handle toward the middle. Not too cold and not too hot. Slowly, he edged his hand under the stream then pulled it back instantly cursing the demons that make it impossible to get hot water for a shower, but delivered scalding heat to a fresh wound. He pushed the lever all the way to the right. Damn if there was no cold water. He turned around and saw his ice cube slowly shrinking. He gathered his wits and went to work.

Freshly bandaged with a tea towel, he returned to his search. The drawer opened this time without effort. With a sigh, he imagined sweet tortures for the fiend that wanted to charge him twenty dollars. The bastard had probably put a curse on the drawer. A rattling search yielded no pins, only a few wood screws. He looked at them, touched one to his ear and shuddered. He headed downstairs.

The tool box held only a few rusty nails. He nearly gave up hope until he saw a couple of fairly shiny finishing nails. He wondered just how big the hole needed to be and examined the nails closely. The longest nail had the smallest diameter. He chose it and headed back up the stairs. His hand was starting to throb.

The bottle of vodka in his cupboard was down to a third of its former glory. He hated to see it go to like this, but a good disinfectant wouldn't hurt. He poured a glass, ventured a sip, and took inventory. He dropped the nail into the glass and gave the bottle of vodka careful scrutiny. There wasn't enough left for another drink. He brought the bottle to his lips and finished it.

Twenty dollars indeed!

There wasn't much of an ice cube left, but he rubbed it against the back of his earlobe, doing his best to hold it there with his bandaged hand. With the other, he started to push the nail in slowly. The pain was more than he could take before the nail even broke the skin, and after a few seconds, he gave up, disgusted with himself. He needed something that would pierce the ear quickly before he could feel any pain. He needed the tool. The bloody twenty dollars for a single shot tool! Twenty dollars for a glorified stapler!

Suddenly he looked up smiling.

His hand even felt better.

Somewhere in this house, there had to be a stapler.

The End

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Is God Love?

Someone recently suggested that I might, in fact, believe in God. (A closet theist?) The supporting evidence for this suggestion is that I often write about religion and even quote scripture to support my arguments. Another person suggested that since I profess a belief in love, that I must, ipso facto, believe in God. Allow me a few moments to address both of these suggestions. 

I don't believe in vampires and I have been known to post about them from time to time; I am a huge fan of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and thought "Angel" was pretty cool, though not as cool as Buffy by a long shot. That said, while I am interested in vampires (Twilight and True Blood both suck, for the record), I am utterly and completely fascinated by religion. And so you'll find me posting on religious topics more often than about Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Also, my postings about religion don't tend to flatter religion or gods of any sort; quite the opposite. So, no, I do not believe in any god nor will I ever. 

The truth is that, and this is a topic for a future post, I can not imagine a scenario where I could be convinced (without the use of mind-altering drugs and other coersive methods) that any being you present to me is the one true, omnipotent, omnipresent, creator of the universe as depicted by insert-your-favorite-religion-or-holy-book-here. I have written before that I can easily imagine someone creating the our universe, but that's not the same thing as a god.

When this argument was in full swing, another person said, "Marcel hates religion," and to that charge, I must concede, but with an explanation. I don't hate religion, per se, though I believe firmly that it has no place in the world of today. What I really hate is what people do to each other in God's name. I hate how women are marginalized by religion. I hate the class structure or religion. I hate the absolutist lawgivers, priests, and assorted shamen that hand down their rules from the high heavens, seeking to enslave hearts and shackle minds. I hate the idea that people submit to worshipping the most vile being ever created by humans, and yes, I do mean God.

I could go on, but it's only fair that I answer this accusation. And so I attack religion as good people should always attack evil. And before you answer that statement, make sure you read and understand my  post titled "Attacking Your Religion: An Open Letter" as it lays it out reasonably well.

On to "love". Of course I believe in love. Whether love is something deeply human that defines us spiritually, or whether it's the firing of neurons and chemical triggers put in place by evolution to insure the survival of our progeny and our gene line, I don't care. Love is real and so I 'believe' in it in the same way that I can believe in any demonstrable fact. 

If you want to claim that Marcel believes in God because he believes in love, then you are going to seriously redefine the word 'God' and strip it of any bibles or assorted holy books, any churches, any religious ritual, and anything having to do with anything that you currently ascribe to god, with the possible exception of love. If you're referring to the Biblical God (or the Quranic or the Talmudic versions), you are talking about one of the most vile, vicious, capricious, vengeful, cruel, and pathetically childish creatures ever created by human imagination. 

Anything good you can attach to this being (at least through scripture) is pure chance brought about by the fact that if you have enough pages of text, you're bound to find support of any ideas. Good and bad. 

God is not love. Not by a long shot.

And so, yes, I believe in love. God, on the other hand, is pure Bogeyman and Freddie and Michael and every other horror movie monster you can conjure up. Fear is what keeps people at his feet. Fear of dying. Fear of eternal punishment. Fear of being cast out from your community. And just plain fear.


When News Isn't

I thought of calling this entry, "Website annoyance number 3147 . . . or thereabouts." as opposed to the title that actually made it.

I hate, hate, hate 'News' sites that don't put a date on their stories; the result is less than worthless. How in tarnation is anyone supposed to know if it's news or something from three years ago? Sure, you've got today's date at the top of your fracking Website, but I can figure that one out for myself (there's a little clock and calendar at the bottom of my screen and it's synchronized to an atomic clock) and it still doesn't tell me anything as to the age of your purported 'news'. 

It's particularly annoying when I start reading the story and it says, "Yesterday, we heard about the most incredibly momentous event in the history of our species, and possibly all intelligent life in the cosmos, when Dr. Fitzwalllabingbang found that ripples in the sub . . . " and so on. 

When the heck was yesterday?!

While looking through my newsfeeds, I saw a story teaser about the birth of the world's first GM babies, something that certainly sounds interesting. So I decided to follow the link. It was to the Mail Online, a UK newspaper. Here's a screenshot from the site.

It says the news was revealed last night, but there's no way to tell when last night was. And why is this story in the Sports section? 

To be fair, I'm using the Mail Online as an example, but they aren't the only guilty party by any stretch of the imagination. I see this all the time. They just happen to be the one I visited last, the one that broke the proverbial camel's back. The last strawn in a long line of straw bales stacked along the information superhighway.

Care to share any other annoying examples? Leave a comment.


The Jesus vs Ayn Rand Cage Match

I don't go for wrestling, mixed martial arts, or any of these so-called sports. However, I'd pay good money to see Ayn Rand and Jesus in a cage match.

In this corner, we have Jesus, with his opening salvo. 

Jesus says, "If you want to be complete, go, sell what you own, and give the money to the poor. Then you will have treasure in heaven." -- Matthew 19:21

That's gotta hurt! Go ahead, my conservative Christian friends. I dare you! I double-dare you. I triple-dog-dare you. House, car, property, television, major and minor appliances . . . what do you need that for? 

While you're busy selling all your possessions and giving the money to the poor, let me direct your attention to the speaker in the opposite corner, Ms. Ayn Rand. Let's give it up for Ayn Rand as she tries to pin Jesus to the mat.

"Capitalism and altruism are incompatible; they are philosophical opposites; they cannot co-exist in the same man or in the same society. Today, the conflict has reached its ultimate climax; the choice is clear-cut: either a new morality of rational self-interest, with its consequences of freedom, justice, progress and man’s happiness on earth—or the primordial morality of altruism, with its consequences of slavery, brute force, stagnant terror and sacrificial furnaces."

Ooooh! A real smackdown for Jesus! Not quite a knock-out, but it looks like we're in for an exciting match tonight. Pull up a chair, my friends, and enjoy the fight.


When Does Watching TV Become A Crime?

There's a fascinating legal case working its way through the courts, and it's all about watching television. I'll tell you about it in a few minutes, but first I want you to join me in a little thought experiment. Read each of the following scenarios, then decide at which point you are starting to break the law. At what point do you become a pirate? If at any point you decide that you've crossed a line, take a moment to ask yourself why you've crossed it. What did you do that was different, thereby making you a criminal?

Let's start with an easy one. You own a television which you purchased at your local electronics superstore. It's paid for and you owe no money. You turn on that television and sit down to watch a show. You have cable services delivered to your house via the local big name telecom, a company whose services you pay for, month to month. Are you breaking any laws? Are you a pirate?

The second example is the same as above except that you record your shows to watch later. You may even fast forward through the commercials. Are you violating any copyright laws or engaging in piracy?

What if you have an antenna (remember those) and you pluck the signals out of the air? Here again, you might record the shows to watch later.

What if you record those shows, not on tape, but on a hard drive?

What if you decide to watch the show you recorded, not on your television, but on your tablet while you exercise on your treadmill? Are you now a criminal?

Instead of outright buying your antenna, you rent it from someone. How about now?

You decide you don't like that unsightly antenna at the side of your house, so you pay a company that puts up the antenna for you. They live a couple of blocks away and run a cable to your house. You might occasionally watch the shows on television (live) and you may sometimes record those shows, possibly on your hard drive to watch on your tablet while you pedal away on your exercise bike. Have any laws been broken yet? Has somebody's copyright been violated? Are you complicit in the committing of any crime?

Now, the company that puts up the antenna for you is on the other side of town. Rather than running a cable, they let you access the signal from the over the air capture (still using an antenna) using your Internet connection. The unsightly cables are gone and you just use whatever device you want to watch your TV shows. Are you now involved in piracy? Are you yourself a criminal or aiding and abetting a criminal?

These are tough questions, and that's the reason the judge hearing the case of Aereo vs the big name networks doesn't see it as an open and shut case. ABC, NBC, and others went to court to shut down the service provided by Aereo, seeking at the very least, an injunction to block the company until the case was heard. U.S. District Judge Alison Nathan said "No", taking 52 pages to explain that "No".

No one would suggest that you are breaking any law by putting up an antenna and capturing the signals wafting through the ether, whether or not you record the shows and store them on your hard drive to watch later. No sane person anyhow.

What Aereo does is put up little TV antennas all over the place, capture the over the air signals, then stream the signals to customers over their Internet connection. Aereo is renting access to their antennas and, by extension, what those antennas pick up.

Where do you draw the line? Do you? And why?

Whatever your answer, and I'd love to hear it, this is going to be a fascinating case to follow.

The "American Family Association" (with a name like that, you know they don't like them homo sapien gays and lesbians) is trying to figure out how to boycott Google over it's "Legalize Love" campaign to promote gay rights. The biggest hurdle for them is . . . hint, it's not their intolerance . . . how to boycott a product so many of them depend on. Google search. Gmail. Calendars. Android phone. Android tablets.

Oh, the humanity.



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