Spare the time out…


You have a couple with 1 child. The grandmother comes into town to visit every 3 months. So one visit the parents take a 3-day vacay and leave the kid with mom/-inlaw.

Grandmother: “Why don’t you work on some of your homework?”

Kid: “You don’t know anything about me. I think you should leave me alone.”

So the grandmother is hurt by this understandably. She tells her daughter who pipes up with “It’s a kid thing.”

I was raised by a different generation…one of the ‘spare the rod’ generations, so I really can’t relate to this kind of disrespect and seeing it handled in such a mealy-mouthed, time-out-ish manner. After I started watching Dr. Who I started saying that my grandma was a time lord, because she’d say things like, “…I’ll jerk you into next week!” But regardless, I learned early on where my verbal boundaries were with the adults. I did try to test those from time to time but my folks didn’t put up with it.

Personally I think this is a case of a failed discipline model. Time out is useful in a lot of cases but there are times when that stuff doesn’t work. I think they need to take away the kid’s X-Box or PS12 (I know it’s not that high yet) or whatever gaming console crap they have given his disrespectful, entitled little ass, for the foreseeable future.


Unfortunately, there’s no ctrl-z in life 

I did something stupid Saturday and cracked one of my ‘vintage’ candlesticks that I bought back in ’97 or ’98. I managed to find one of the same style that is taller at Goodwill. It’s a spider-crack, and I don’t expect it to spread. I have a ‘fix’ in mind that will protect the base using polyurethane. In looking up these candlesticks on Etsy, I’m seeing several of the same style in various colours and sizes, and, mixed in with actual candlesticks, quite a few empty liquor bottles. There’s a candle holder you can buy to convert bottles into candle holders.

Time travel

The music notes spiral in this image was designed by Freepik.

My music tastes truly know no bounds. I am a multi-genre listener and I always have been. I listen to new musicians all the time, and I have some interaction with them on Twitter and Facebook I know some of them personally. I have to admit, though, I listen to many tracks from the 60s, 70s, and 80s. I don’t always notice that something I’m playing is 40 or 50 years old. My Starred playlist on Spotify includes stuff by Diana Ross, Anne Murray, Three Dog Night, Gino Vannelli, Loreena McKennitt, James Ingram, Karen Chisholm, Strega Bianca, Hellena, Paris, Lana Del Rey, Bastille, Bat for Lashes, and Zola Jesus.

As life continues and time moves on I find myself feeling nostalgic, for several reasons, for the past. I was younger. I was in better health. The world didn’t seem quite as jacked up. I revisit old memories all the time, and not always when I’m having a ‘moment.’ The other way I go back to days of less hustle and bustle is music. So I’ll play some Diana with a Led Zeppelin chaser followed by Karen Chisholm and Strega Bianca, then I’ll jump backwards to some Elvis and follow that up with Crystal Casey, Enigma, Jules, Arlo Guthrie, Louise Marshall, Transistor Generation, Gerry Rafferty, Hellena and Bastille.

The old songs remind me that there was good back then.

The new songs remind me that there is still good now.

As one friend put it, “Music is my sanity.”

Size matters

From a screenshot of the Aliens theme in Android 7.0 on my phone.

As far back as I can remember I have believed in the existence of life on other planets. The way I view what’s ‘out there’ is heavily coloured by years of exposure to telescope images, science fiction shows, and science documentaries. Whether they have been here in body or mind is subjective. I hope they have. I hope somebody out there has figured out how to perturb the space around an object such that the perturbation can move sufficiently fast to cover the vast distances. It’s a hope I have. I don’t know. I have seen UFOs on four occasions, but I’m not going to detail those in this post.

We’re a small planet orbiting third in line around a small star close to the outer edge of a galaxy that’s composed of billions of other systems and because of certain hobbling beliefs, some people think we’re it…the only planet with life. I don’t believe that. I’ve never believed that, and I will go to my grave never believing that. I’ve never been satisfied with that idea. Even in my years as a Christian I believed there was life out there. I refused to allow doctrines to destroy my vision of a truly vast universe. I just tried to work in a savior for their ‘mankind’ and hoped that they hadn’t made as much of a mess of their history as we have of ours. I don’t do that anymore.

A few years ago I was talking with a minister friend. He said that he felt that anyone who believed in aliens didn’t know God or his word. I listened. I didn’t challenge him on what he was telling me because his opinion of my views on cosmology is none of my business. And after we got off the phone I said to myself, “Well I guess I don’t know God, then.”

Actually I do.

Some people’s gods are just too small.


Jesus Loves the Little Children of the World.

Everything I’ve been trying to say, and then some.

Kimberly Stover

If you grew up in Fundamental American Christianity, chances are you sung the song “Jesus Loves the Little Children,” countless times throughout your childhood in the church. It was written by preacher Clarence Herbert Woolston in the late 1800’s and it gives children a very simple, yet beautiful global message with these lyrics:

Jesus loves the little children,

All the children of the world,

Red and Yellow, Black and White,

They’re all Precious in his sight,

Jesus loves the little children of the world.

As an impressionable child who knows nothing of borders, politics, world religions, nationalism, or racism, the meaning of this song isn’t hard to understand or digest. As children, it is natural that all children, all people, rather, are precious. We learn elitism, it isn’t born in us. This song that we learned as children has become counter-cultural in the current age, especially here in America…

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