Rows of Computers and Alleys of Empty Heads
Tuesday, May 26th, 2009… is where I am right now. AKA Odegaard.
There is a disgusting display of democracy (because of course, My Way is more Correct Than Yours) outside in Red Square– against abortion. Several middle-aged ladies are out there standing next to graphics of fetuses (and surrounded by a fence– my God, could you imagine the graffiti on those posters?) willing to barf up Christian values of saving those who are supposedly already sunken in sin. Well maybe not the last part, and I won’t get into the topic of Religion in general, but…
…If anyone’s read Freakonomics, they clearly unpack the correlation between abortion rates and future crime rates. The study done on abortion and crime was thorough and shows how Roe v. Wade drastically changed crime rates a generation later…
A hidden mechanism in my brain draws irrevocable parallels between PTSA and the church– maybe because I grew up in the suburbs of the Mid-West– and to them, I dedicate this quote of a book I’m working with for a project. Mostly because I know it would offend and shock their God-fearing, provincially narrow-framed opinions, and that makes me smile.
“In Timbuktu I once saw an Arab boy who could play a flute with his ass, and the fairies told me he was really an individual in bed. He could play a tune up and down the organ hitting the most erogenously sensitive spots, which are different on everyone, of course. Every lover had his special theme song which was perfect for him and rose to his climax. The boy was a great artist when it came to improvising new combines and special climaxes, some of them notes in the unknown, tie-ups of seeming discords that would suddenly break through each other and crash together with a stunning, hot sweet impact.” p. 122, Naked Lunch, William S. Burroughs
Gracie
PS excuse my morose mood
