Dispatches from Outland
A little song. A little dance. A little seltzer down your pants. Copyright © 2003 Roy M. Jacobsen.


Friday, August 23, 2002  

Overheard In The Lunchroom Department: I nearly snorted cake out my nose when I heard someone say "I'm a self-inflicting prophecy."

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Thursday, August 22, 2002  

Fact Is Stranger Than Truth Department: No, this headline is NOT from the Onion. French mayor bans residents from dying.

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New Shimmer Department: Are terrorists sociopaths or expressions of the monkey mind?

(Nota bene: If you don't get the "New Shimmer" reference, go here.)

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Tuesday, August 20, 2002  

Military Toys Department: A passing reference to REMFs at The Corner led me to a Google search on the term, which led me to this wonderful story. (It's a long story, and don't be turned off by the disclaimer at the top.)

When it comes to military actions in foreign countries, we're often told about the My Lais, but we seldom if ever hear about the Cai Cais. America is far from a perfect country, but it is things like this that show some of the things about our country -- and our military -- that are great.

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Stupid Crook Department: Judo Club Members Beat Up Carjacker (washingtonpost.com). Lesson number one: Don't commit a crime against anyone who carries a 55-gallon drum of whup-***.

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Music Department: You can learn things in odd places. For example, in this interview with Phil Keaggy over at Breakpoint, you can learn about Vincent Van Gogh's desire to be an evangelist.

Moore: I'll tell you what got me started thinking about this notion of seeing with the eyes of music. The song "A Little Bit of Light" on the Phil Keaggy CD: As I listened to this it was clear that you were singing about Vincent Van Gogh, and I couldn't help but think about Don MacLean's "Vincent." His is a sad and tragic song, yet yours is not in the least sad and tragic. You seemed to be saying to me, "Look at Vincent this way. Sure he had some dark paintings and a sad life, but look at the whole of it, see the beautiful colors and persistent points of light, and you'll see that this man had a different view of life than you might have previously thought." I don't know that many people today think of Van Gogh in this way.

Keaggy: Neither did the religious leaders of his time, who, as you know, rejected him as an evangelist, which is all he ever wanted to be. He just wanted to serve the Lord, to care for his fellow men, and he had an artistic and giving heart. I read a wonderful book about Vincent that focused on his spirituality, and that helped me to have a new appreciation of him. Keith Moore wrote the lyrics to this song, and I wrote the music, and we both put it on albums. Then this young girl in Canada, Sarah Mainland, wrote Keith a letter and said she is a blind guitarist and loves this song so much. She said that one day Jesus was going to allow her to see everything in its grand beauty, and she wanted to know if we could help her learn the song. So I made a CD—about 20 minutes or so—and helped her learn how to sing it. She learned it and sent me a letter back in Braille, with her mother's translation below the Braille. I have it here. She writes, "Thank you so much for taking the time out of your busy day to put together the song, 'A Little Bit of Light.' When I have learned it I'll send you a tape of it." And they sent me a coffee cup with my name in Braille on it. So here's a song that touched deeply a young girl who can't even see.

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Morality Has Left The Building Department: David Mills has a wonderful takedown (an anonymous blogger at The Corner called it "wonderfully Chestertonian") of "The Unitarian Universalists for Polyamory Awareness" over at Touchstone Magazine:

Once you have become a sexual liberal, you cannot safely resist anyone who wants to be more liberal than you are, and there will always be someone more liberal than you. You want contraception, someone else wants easy divorce. You want easy divorce, someone else wants homosexual marriages. You want homosexual marriages, someone else wants threesomes. You want threesomes, someone else wants children. You want children, someone else wants cats.
At some point, of course, most sexual liberals will say "But I don't want that!" But nevertheless he cannot say no to the man more daring -- as he thinks it, though depraved is the more accurate word -- than he.

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Classy Is As Classy Does Department: Richard Dreyfuss pens an entirely classy tribute to Charlton Heston.

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