Here's a humdinger from the Jesus Museum: Once upon a time Karla Faye Tucker and her boyfriend got drunk and took pick axes to the skulls of some folk. Karla eventually found herself strapped to a gurney with a needle in her arm, but because she discovered Jesus during her long incarceration, some born-again nozzleheads have built this loving tribute site to her "beautiful spirit."
Watching all the resultant shrieking spurred on by the widely reported list of "banned textbook words" has been fun. I remember two months ago when Bill Maxwell wrote about the exact same story thinking "is there a press release of this stuff?" Somehow I doubt the alledged "Language Police" called a news conference to announce this year's list. Anyway, with all the patently false news items popping up I'll wait until I see Diane Ravitch's fingerprints on the matter before passing judgment. Besides, it's been tough to pin down what constitutes "news" lately.
Case in point: Most of my friends and I have known for years that dementia fosters creativity, but apparently this was news to everyone else.
My inner ear is still trembling from last night's magnificent Dick Dale show. The evening, however, belonged to two young men. The first was Mr. Dale's 11-year old son Jimmy, who took the stage and shredded out several tunes on a beautiful brushed-aluminum guitar, thus assuring us all that there will be (as friend Bob Mankus put it) an uninterupted supply of surf rock for at least 40 years. The second is Gravity Lens' youngest reader Trevor Kirk who, with pick in hand, strummed away on the Maestro's left-handed Fender during a prolonged Peter Gunn improv.
Sympathies to Trevor's mother Sue who was in the bathroom and missed it.
Back before Gravity Lens was a proper blog I wrote an essay about how most people tend to define themselves by what they like. Joshua Ellis of Mindjack treads through similar territory and explores how technology reinforces this form of branding in his essay Taste Tribes.
Used to be, in the old days, that the universe either expanded or remained in a steady state. Now it stops and goes. Damn universe, make up your mind!