Friday, June 08, 2007

Double-Tagged

A few days ago, Theric seconded the tag Katria gave me last week.
    The rules: Each person tagged gives 7 random facts about themselves. Those who are tagged need to write on their own blog those 7 facts as well as the rules of the game. You need to tag seven other people and list their names on your blog.
Having been doubly-tagged, I now have no choice but to comply with the demands of the chain blogging gods (despite the fact that "Each person" became plural somewhere in the middle of that first sentence of the rules). I'm going to run out of random facts about myself one of these days, though, so don't be surprised if this starts feeling like a rerun.
  1. The shirt I'm wearing today came from The Gap. When I got a job teaching at UVSC a couple years ago, I decided to pretty myself up and Foxy's sister Skye helped me pick out nice expensive clothes.
  2. The pants I'm wearing today came from Goodwill. They are Levi's low-rise straight-cut jeans and they fit me perfectly, and they cost four dollars. They may be the only pair of Levi's I've ever owned. They feel nice.
  3. Today is another beautiful day in Seattle. This is not technically about me, but when you get tagged twice you get to fudge the rules a little.
  4. I'm finding lately that when I have the time I go to the gym every day. Of my own free will. This is a relatively new phenomenon for me, where I once had to force myself to go two or three times a week and only the promise of Mall Bucks from my job's fitness program motivated me.
  5. The thing that separates me from real reference librarians is not so much knowledge and skills as confidence--when I don't know something I assume that someone else does and gosh, I'm such an idiot, but when they don't know something they assume such knowledge doesn't exist.
  6. Tomorrow I have no plans and no obligations. Not a single one.
  7. I have never ridden nude on a bicycle in a parade while covered in body paint.
Given the double chain blogging powers my double-taggedness gives me, I hereby tag each and every blogger reading this post. If you have already been tagged with this particular chain blog, consider yourself doubly-tagged and thus empowered to change the rules of this chain blog as you wish. If you are one of the people Katria tagged and thus have already been doubly-tagged by Theric, you are now triply-tagged and therefore a Ruler of the Universe. You have all power and may do whatever you darn well please.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

The REAL 500th Post

I'm trying to be more assertive, so maybe I should tell you to read your Bible and come to my next blog party. Or maybe I'll write a book review, or here's a brilliant idea--I'll do that chain blogging thing Katria passed on to me. Or, for a change of pace, I could blog about Christmas. You're probably tired of hearing about the Church and my coming out experiences; your computer might explode, though, if I divorce myself from the ER adventures my family has regularly. I haven't posted much fiction here, but I haven't been writing much since Fob has been on hiatus the last couple months. I think I'll keep Fobsvithes on Sundays, as that's a good day for soul food.

I need to make more real-life friends; that's now one of my goals. With that in mind, I'm thinking of joining a group of homosexual fathers in Seattle that I found on the internet. I'm nervous because I'm not comfortable being the new guy in a small, intimate group, but I'm sure I'll be fine as long as I don't forward them all my junk mail or use too much offensive language.

Speaking of language, I've just returned the books the library lent me, which I was using for a paper on library stuff and the life lesson of gender-inclusive language. I made lists of all the terms related to homosexuality I found in the Library of Congress Subject Headings and Classification schedules, and noted where these terms exclude lesbians--like the use of "gay marriage" instead of "same-sex marriage." As any current media source will tell you, most lesbians are not comfortable with the term "gay" as an umbrella-term for gay men and lesbians.

But really, I should get back to metablogging. What's the point of this blog, anyway? It doesn't make me any money, and it doesn't do anything useful like provide compelling movie reviews. The subject of this blog is a moving target, like the music in my MP3 player or my many neuroses. I could show you what a good parent I am by posting more pictures of my children, but that's why they have their own blog. My few attempts to discuss politics have proven how uninformed I am; a poll of my readers would confirm this. The library patrons I try to help through our online Q and A service would likewise attest to my ignorance. Perhaps I should stick to the things I know, like religion, school systems in Seattle, and superheroes. (Okay, I admit, I don't know anything about school systems in Seattle, but pushing this monologue through my alphabetical list of subject headings is proving quite taxing.)

This isn't going anywhere, so I'll give thanks to therapy, to throwaway posts, and to all the girls I've loved and travel to my work office, where I will perhaps try some writing while I wait for chat patrons.

And that, my fobby friends, is five hundred words. Right… now.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Post #499 1/2

This one doesn't count. But then if none of my throwaway posts counted, I'd be at Post #14 or something. But this one still doesn't count. 500 is coming some time after I turn in my last paper tomorrow night at midnight.

I just wanted to say that there are angry men yelling at each other outside my bedroom window. I can't quite follow the conversation, but I think they're arguing about this restaurant chain.

Sunday, June 03, 2007

The Illusion of Popularity

(Post #499)

It's convenient that my one and only friend has so many online personas: Theric, Tolkien Boy, Samantha Stevens, Ugly Swan, -L-, Melyngoch.... I suppose I ruin the illusion by telling you, though, don't I?

What I Believe (At the Moment)

(Post #498)

The Ugly Swan asked me last week what I believe in. I had a hard time coming up with an answer because I'm in the process of figuring that out and because experience has taught me that what I believe today is not necessarily what I will believe tomorrow, so I'm hesitant to commit myself to any beliefs that can be nailed down with words.

As I listened to some more Eckhart Tolle at the gym today, though, it occurred to me that I should not be so afraid to own whatever beliefs I have right now. I don't identify with these beliefs--they are thoughts I have but they are not who I am--so there's no harm in acknowledging that they might be different tomorrow.

What I believe today, then, is this: God is not something outside of us. God is us. As we discussed the possibilities of God's existence last week, Ugly pointed out that for God to create the world and then sit idly behind the scenes while we thrash around in ignorance and misery, he would have to be a not-very-nice God (and I'm putting words in Ugly's mouth here, because I lack his ability to remember and recite everything I've ever heard). In my mind, at least, the God-is-us theory answers this question. God is not some uncaring being watching our lives as if they were some cosmic soap opera; rather God is life itself, and each of us is a manifestation of that life. The only thing keeping us from recognizing this truth is our own egos--that which convinces us that we are individual beings tied to the individual bodies in which our consciousness manifests itself. There is no all-powerful being who refuses to step in and tell us what's what--the only one refusing to do anything is us. I suppose this same logic can be applied to an external God, but it makes more sense to me this way.

So that's what I believe. Today. Take it for what it's worth.

Sources of Reliable Information

(Post #497)

On the way home from the park yesterday, S-Boogie said that she needed to go potty. This was a concern because we were a good twenty or thirty minutes from home, and because at the moment she was sitting on Tolkien Boy's shoulders. At TB's suggestion, he, his brother Bassercussionist, and I took Little Dude and S-Boogie into the first open bookstore to look for a restroom. We took a lightning quick tour of the store (much to the owner's concern), determined there was no restroom, and left. On the way out, though, the cover of this week's Seattle Weekly caught my eye. There was a man (boy?) with his face obscured, dressed in a white shirt and tie, reading the Book of Mormon--which is the thing that caught my eye, because it has a fairly recognizable cover (at least to those of us who have spent much of our lives reading it, carrying it around, and distributing copies in foreign countries). The headline read: "TEMPLE OF DOOM! One Man's Brutal Encounter With Sexual Abuse In the Mormon Church." My curiosity was piqued--more than anything by the blatant sensationalism--and the newspaper was free (which should tell you something about how credible it is as a source of reliable information [and come to think of it, this blog is also free...]), so I picked up a copy.

The article is... interesting. To be clear, the article is not about ritualistic sexual abuse in Mormon temples or even in Mormon churches, as the grandstanding title might lead you to believe. It's about a man who, as a boy, was repeatedly raped by a (Mormon) scoutmaster and is now suing the LDS Church for the role some local leaders played in protecting the scoutmaster from legal consequences for his actions. The article also mentions a handful of other cases where victims were encouraged by LDS bishops to essentially keep quiet about sexual abuse, rape, or assault--usually with the idea that we should forgive those who offend us or something like that.

I'm not sure I'm convinced this is as widespread a problem as the article claims; four or five cases spread out over many years do not make an epidemic. Four or five cases of a problem as appalling as this, though, are cause for concern in and of themselves, and are likely indicative of a larger problem. That problem, I believe, is that LDS bishops are not trained to deal with all the problems they are called on to deal with. Members expect them to be their personal source of divine communication and therefore experts on anything and everything. I know I did when, as a seventeen-year-old, I told my church leaders I was attracted to men. The first nervously laughed it off and suggested I join the football team because that would help me feel more manly (and then he passed on my confidential information without my knowledge or permission), and the second told me with complete confidence and authority that my same-sex attraction was a direct result of my poor relationship with my father and that it would be cured with counseling and faith. In both cases the leader sincerely wanted to help me and believed he was giving me accurate information, but the fact is that neither of them had the expertise to give me the answers I was looking for. Unfortunately, I was naive enough to believe that whatever my church leaders told me must be true.

I imagine this happens not only in the cases of sexual abuse and homosexuality, but in all sorts of issues. There are probably bishops who tell drug addicts that all they need is faith and willpower or abused wives that they just need to be more patient with their husbands. A friend of mine who was at the time an elders quorum president once asked me why a bishop would ever refer someone to a therapist or marriage counselor. "Isn't the Atonement enough to cure any problem?" His question came from a position of faith, which I respect, and naivety, which I understand, so I don't fault him for it. The problem, though, is that this man is just as likely as any other to be called as a bishop. Yes, I allow for divine inspiration overcoming ignorance in many cases, but the fact is there are still bishops and other church leaders who give stupid and even harmful counsel because they don't know any better.

I'm not sure what the best solution is. Giving leaders better training on how to handle reports of abuse is definitely a priority--and perhaps steps have already been taken in this direction--but that still leaves the 999 other problems they need better training to deal with. Heaven knows people in leadership positions in the LDS church already have more training meetings than they have time for. Perhaps that's the solution--give them more time. As much as I love the idea of the church's unpaid clergy, perhaps what the church really needs is some leaders who don't have to split their time between church callings and a full-time job, so they can receive the training they need to better serve their wards and actually meet the heavy expectations placed on them. I wouldn't attempt to tell the church how to run itself, particularly from my current position outside the church, but I think this is a problem that I hope any current or future LDS leaders who happen to read this blog will work to find solutions for.

My primary concern when it comes to the LDS church lately is my children. It's important to FoxyJ to raise them in the church and I have no intention of interfering with that. I don't want to see them get hurt by well-meaning but under-informed members of the church, though. In this particular case I take comfort in the fact that FoxyJ has never subscribed to the kind of naive faith that led me to put more trust in my leaders than in my own conscience. Hopefully her more level-headed approach to faith will rub off on our children.

Oh, and lest I leave you hanging, rest assured that we made it home, ate dinner, and showed Tolkien Boy and Bassercussionist all our toys and drawings and our sleeping bag before S-Boogie decided that it was time to actually go potty. Her panties--and Tolkien Boy's shoulders--remain dry and clean.

Friday, June 01, 2007

Dorado

(Post #496)
When S-Boogie saw the SpaghettiOs with Dora the Explorer on the can at Safeway this evening, she had to have them. I would feel guilty about giving into this shameless ploy to get parents to buy food they would otherwise not buy if not for the following facts:
  1. It was on sale.
  2. It succeeded in what few other foods can accomplish--getting both S-Boogie and Little Dude to eat a lot of dinner.
  3. FoxyJ confessed to me this morning that she recently bought a lot of Dora paraphernalia to keep S-Boogie occupied on their upcoming flight to Utah. I may be selling my daughter's soul to Corporate America, but at least I am doing so in solidarity with her mother.