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jesus blinched (or: why i love maundy thursday)

"You  only blinched inside," said Pooh, "and that's the bravest way for a Very Small Animal not to  blinch  that  there is."

as a lapsed agnostic christian (I KNOW, right? like there are agnostic christians “in good standing?”), this might sound strange, but maundy thursday is a really important (obscure religious) holiday for me.

my (south glastonbury congregational) church held a somber candlelit service on maundy thursday evenings. they became a special thing i would do with mom. but what caught my heart wasn’t the sip of “wine,” the melancholy tone or the rare quiet darkness in church. what stays with me to this day is the abject humanity of jesus in the stories of the last supper, the betrayal, the denial and above all, in gethsemane.

he’s human. he’s sad. he’s stoic and humble and passionate, as ever. but he also aches, and let’s us know. he’s alone… his closest disciples cannot even stay awake even though he’s admitted to them how freaked out and upset he feels about what is coming.

“Could you not watch one hour with me?”

despite his entreaties, they fall asleep repeatedly. he’s alone. he’s scared. and while he bears up in his particularly jesus-y way and goes on into the morning of the passion, for a moment he does blinch inside.

“If it be thy will, let this cup pass from me”

he’s asking to sit out the round. he’s asking for a literal passover (the last supper was a seder, no?) from the suffering he knows to be his fate. he’s all “look it’s cool, i’ll do it if that’s what you need me to do, but, um, err…”

it makes the parables and the sayings and the lessons so much more real. it casts into stronger relief the many stories that sound so ridiculously “holier than thou” that it’s hard for the average person to relate to behaving in the ways jesus modeled. the many many times he does not blinch. it makes me connect to the human being inside those stories with so much more credence and interest.

“sad superman”

I’m learning to sing this

Tango ’til They’re SoreWell you play that tarantella all the hounds will start to roarThe boys all go to hell and then the cubans hit the floorThey drive along the pipeline, they tango ’til they’re soreThey take apart their nightmares and they leave them by the doorLet me fall out of the window with confetti in my hairDeal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairsI’ll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my pastAnd send me off to bed for evermoreMake sure they play my theme song, I guess daisies will have to doJust get me to new orleans and paint shadows on the pewsTurn the spit on that pig and kick the drum and let me downPut my clarinet beneath your bed ’til I get back in townLet me fall out of the window with confetti in my hairDeal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairsI’ll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my pastSo send me off to bed for evermoreJust make sure she’s all in calico and the color of a dollWave the flag on cadillac day, and a skillet on the wallCut me a switch or hold your breath ’til the sun goes downWrite my name on the hood, send me off to another town, and justAnd just let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hairDeal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairsTell you all my secrets, but I lie about my pastWill you send me off to bed for evermoreFall out of the window with confetti in my hairDeal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairsI’ll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my pasti frigging love Tom Waits, but I still don't understand why i like this song so much.Send me off to bed for evermore, send me off to bed for evermore

synaptic. remix.

rememberingforgotten things i never knew. humbled. thirsty to learn. grateful.where to begin? your (aggregate) work amazes me. your energy.

thank you.
someof it is in escaping & reinventing context. framing. perspectives.priorities. but most is in listening. watching. seeking out.

it's only just seeping in how much you inspired me.

my cup runs over. so i'm afraid to spill it. maybe instead i'll pour it out somewhere it can do some good. then refill.

synaptic. remix.

(some tweeted reflections on my melted brainstate on the Sunday evening after #fooeast. just starting to appreciate the incredible minds that were brought together and how each is the node of amazing work, and the possibilities in broadening my mind by following and thinking about their work more… the experience was synaptic, connective. the challenge now is to remix the ideas and energy and listening and learning.)


Image representing Zemanta as depicted in Crun...

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Zemanta, which I LOVE for adding related content: tags, links, images, related articles, etc. is now showing itself within my Gmail interface. Nifty.

But also a bit funny.

Like, the unflattering picture of me serving food at a picnic in my backyard that keeps coming up. Yippeee!

What snippets of YOUR digital life float up in the post-search world?

Links and pictures with help of Zemanta

Kangaroo Care: When babywearing is a matter of life and death

As promised, Kangaroo Care: When babywearing is a matter of life and death not "fashion" Greater awareness of the importance ofcarrying babies close, and acceptance and support of the practice isimportant, on many levels. Even when I got "permission" to do it in the NICU, it was only to holdher, not properly wear her. Nobody had info on the right slings to use. So, while we gave her some kangaroo care while sitting around, I was never able to fully carry her that way til we got home.

My slings and baby wraps are so precious to me, I could not bring myself to give them away with the baby clothes. It's hard to explain. And it's definitely not a practice that's accepted on the level it ought to be. Ostracizing it isn't the most fantastic idea. Although I know they didn't "mean" harm, the ad basically made it sound like a snarky mom was playing along with a lame fad. That's a terrific way to regard something that can really improve quality of life for babies and parents of BOTH genders.


Babywearing FTW! (Take that, Motrin)

(Reconstructed from tweets) I kept my blog post a neutral and professional as i could, but the Motrin thing is obnoxious and insulting. This is my quintessential babywearingpic: me w/PICC line & severe enterococcus septicemia carryingpreemie S and her monitor in a sling. It's an exaggeration to say babywearingsaved both our lives, antibiotics saved mine, but it surely helped usboth recover faster. The photo shows S at 23 days old and mee recovering from enterococcus septicemia. Both ridiculously grateful for babywearing. August, 2005.


Doc on Cooperation

I'll need this later on. Could you hang onto it for a sec? Thanks kindly.

If you want to participate in the Live Web, you can’t just act like it.You have to jump in and do it. Here’s the most important thing I’venoticed so far: it’s not just about competition. It’s about support and cooperation.Even political and business enemies help each other out by keeping eachother informed. There may be pay-offs in scarcity plays, but the biggerones emerge when intelligence and good information are shared, rightnow. And archived where they can be found again later. All that oldstuff is still nourishment.

Doc Searls, The Live Web

Offline Editor for Twitter?

I want a MarsEdit style bookmarklet-driven editing application for Twitter.
(MarsEdit lets you bookmark and compose blog posts on your system, even while you are offline. You can write a bunch on the plane and upload them later, for example.)
It should:

  • abbreviate and include page/asset link
  • track character count during edit
  • save drafts locally for posting later
  • support upload of assets (ie pics to twitpic)
  • sync with Twitter to keep a database of all my tweets and drafts
  • import my @replies, dms & the results of some preset Twitter searches
  • drafts and tweets should be searchable
  • offer versatile publishing tools to repurpose tweets and replies for blog posts, etc.

I get that I am among relatively few people who would really use this tool, but that could change. Maybe MarsEdit itself can just add (some of) this as a feature?

Guy Kawasaki Returns the Favor…

So, I had a part in convincing Guy Kawasaki to join Twitter. (And he’s been particularly kind today about sharing that with people.)

Well, he just turned me onto Posterous, and precisely as I was considering whether or not to start a tumblog. So here we go…

Name I’ve contemplated for this: iWonder… There’s other ideas in my Moleskine, for later.

Ciao bellas, LJ

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