Sidekick accepted back on postrantrant
The Ranter has accepted my request to post on http://postrantrant.blogspot.com/ again! I think this maybe better because I don’t really post often enough to make my blog worth keeping up with…
If you do want to follow my posts specifically, they are all under the category Side Kick Post. This maybe appealing to those of you who can’t understand The Ranter, but hopefully you will appreciate the variety and banter from 2 people on one blog…
Gifts
Having been given the book What Would Jesus Deconstruct? as a gift for Christmas, I want to blog about the concept of The Gift (as explored in this book). Unfortunately, I also got a nasty flu virus as a ‘gift’ for Christmas and still don’t feel well enough to blog thoughtfully. Instead I will copy a story about presents from another website, even though it makes quite a different point from the one I am intending to make!
A Buddhist Christmas Story
A Christmas Story from the Lotus SutraOne time a young man inherited 4 farms from his father. He also married his childhood sweetheart. He celebrated his good fortune by building a great house with servants and many rooms.
As the children were born the man bought many toys. He filled the children’s rooms with toys of many colors and sizes. The children loved to play for hours in their nursery.
One day a fire broke our in the house. The father shout, “Run everybody.” Naturally he expected his children to run out of the house with them. But they didn’t follow the mother and father outside to safety. The parents called and called to the children, but they did not want to leave their wonderful toys.
A neighbor who had come to help out with the fire suggested that they lure the children outside with more new toys. “But we don’t have any,” said the father. “We’ll just make them up,” suggested the tear-faced mother as the flames grew hotter and hotter. “Come on out,” shouted the father and mother together. “We have horses, carts, jumping frogs, mechanical dolls, bows and even a monkey.”
The children left the burning house and their beloved toys to see the new ones and thus were saved. When the smoke cleared from their eyes they saw the house destroyed. They also noticed that there were really no new toys to be seen at all. For the first time in their lives they knew what it was to have nothing and be very grateful indeed.
Facebook is
I have noticed a trend that Facebook seems to be replacing blogging as an online activity. I think this is a real shame as Facebook is much more superficial and less thoughtful than individual’s blogs. I expect the reason for Facebook’s rise in popularity is to do with this though – as you don’t need to spend hours musing over something to write, you just type a one sentence status update to let your friends know what you’re up to:
Sidekick is: sad that no-one is blogging as much
Sidekick is: short of something to blog about herself
Sidekick is: annoyed by facebook
Farewell Horatio
This is a sad day because our beloved hamster Horatio has passed away. The organic food did not make him immortal and he died suddenly of a heart attack. The Ranter buried him in the communal garden by our flat. I made a cross to place by his grave – although I don’t really believe he was a Christian hamster (being Syrian afterall). We shall miss Horatio’s reassuringly grumpy presence and have very fond memories of our first pet together.
RIP Horatio


The gift – an intro
January 7, 2008 at 4:25 pm (cultural comment, poignant) (the gift)
I’m still not feeling up to writing much, but this is an explanation of The Gift as simplified by John Caputo:
-Derrida, Jacques, and John Caputo. Deconstruction in a Nutshell. New York: Fordham University Press, 1997. pg. 141, as copied from http://ddthesis.wordpress.com/category/deconstruction/
This may not seem particularly simplified! My musings on this concept will follow soon.
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