Sunday, September 17, 2006

 

Odds & Ends

ESPN radio quote of the week: "When we come back...we'll tell you what you think." Just one more service provided by the nationwide leader in sports.

People either need to stop using the word "fundamentalist" or else learn what it means. Just because someone is a Christian and takes the Bible seriously (even literally at times when it seems to want to be taken literally) doesn't make them "fundamentalist." The vast majority of Bible-based Christians are not fundamentalists.

Here in Minnesota a couple of candidates in supposedly "conservative districts" tried to build their campaigns around opposing gay marriage--and lost their primaries. I'm hoping this means that people aren't being suckered by that non-issue any more. I think we have a couple of more important things to worry about than passing ammendments banning gay marriage.

Now Louisville's quarterback is out for 4-6 weeks, after they already lost their star running back. I had counted on them to at least win the Big East this year, but now that starts to look pretty tough.

Tommorow I need to update my comics as lit blog to include (among others) my comments on Scott McCloud's Making Comics. Short version: it's another great McCloud book (though not appropriate for my comics as lit class), and it makes me wish that even as poor at drawing as I am that I could somehow have the time and resources to really make a serious attempt to make comics.

Monday, September 04, 2006

 

The Dangers of Anonymity

Let me say first that I understand the desire to be anonymous well enough. There's still a part of me that wants a P.O. Box so I don't have to tell everyone in the world where I live. And I have a burnable email address that doesn't have any of my real information associated with it to use when a website I don't especially trust or want to be connected to for the long-term wants an email address. Some people, and many companies, will abuse any information you give them. So you keep a low profile to protect yourself. I get it.

Saturday at the mall I told my wife about my excellent plan to produce some kind of sarcastic "how to park across 4 spaces" document to put on all the cars, (especially) trucks, and (very especially) SUVs I see that can't or don't confine themselves to a single parking space. My wife wisely noted that this would be trying to control something that's beyond my responsibility, and I allowed that she was right. And there's no guarantee that these people would change their behavior.

But I think what I wanted to do, as much as anything, was deny them their anonymity. I've become convinced lately that a lot of the evils we do--especially the petty, little, day-to-day evils, but also some of the biggest ones--are possible only because we refuse to see the people we hurt. All of the excesses of America are possible because our TVs only show us people still richer than ourselves. When they occasionally show someone poor, either they make it out to be their own fault, some kind of deserved poverty, or we change the channel. We don't want to see them.

When I'm driving along in a straight line at a steady, legal speed, and someone suddenly pulls out to turn left in front of me, forcing me to brake aggressively to avoid hitting them, I notice that they'll never make eye contact with me. Even if I give them a bit of horn, they just stare straight ahead: If I don't see you, I didn't just screw you over.

So I figure the jerks who park across two and three spaces do it partially 'cause they can't see the people who are inconvenienced (and I admit that's all it is) just so they can -- I guess I don't know what they get out of it. So part of me wants to try to force them to see the people around them. I think we all need to do a better job of seeing the people around them. America has gone as far as anyone ever has toward individualism, isolation, and lack of community. Our most abiding relationships are with TV characters on shows that aren't even being made any more, because we can see them five, six, eight times a week. There's no one else we let into our homes eight times a week. We can't look to see if we cut them off, if they needed something.

We just keep staring straight ahead.

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