Monthly Archives: May 2011

Ink & Lace

I always thought I would staunchly wait on getting any major tattoos on my back, chest, or arms because I didn’t want them peaking out of my dress on my wedding day, or in any other formal setting.

Lately, though, I’ve come across a lot of beautiful tattooed brides. Some have small sweet pieces, like the two above.

Some are heavily inked (as are their husbands, which is so sexy). I’m sort of falling in love with tattoos peaking out from the dress. The combination of tattoos & a soft white lacy dress is really appealing to me – maybe it’s because I’m into the juxtaposition of opposites lately?

Either way, I’m not going to run out & get inked just yet because I need to put more thought into the design & placement of the many, many ideas floating around my head.

All of these images were found on Tumblr.

Jesus Didn’t Preach Tolerance

Outrage is pouring in from all sides — as it should. Terry Jones is the kind of ”pastor” who gives clergy a bad name; the kind of ”Christian” who affirms the worst suspicions of skeptics and cynics. His plan to burn copies of the Qur’an on Saturday (September 11) is a stunt both feeble and horrifying.

If we didn’t live in an age of instant access to quasi-news, fake-news, and no-news, no one outside the greater Gainesville area would know about the ironically named Dove World Outreach Center.

The response from both right and left, religious and secular, has been — in a nutshell — one of condemnation for Jones’s shocking lack of tolerance. It’s been interesting to observe the conflation of American and Christian “values,” and the naming of such values to marshall opposition to Jones’s primitive xenophobia: respect, open-mindedness, freedom of conscience.

But Jesus didn’t preach such things. Jesus preached — embodied, actually, in a way that got him killed – love. Risky, radical, costly, inconvenient love. Messy, complicated, difficult, demanding love. Love of neighbor, of stranger, of enemy.

Tolerance costs me nothing. Loving others — seeking their good, willing their prosperity and happiness, genuinely desiring their companionship — this is the hazardous business of community, of relationship-building, of making and sustaining friendships for the long haul. Tolerance is all too happy to avoid all this. Tolerance turns out to be a means for keeping us estranged from one another while we pride ourselves on our progressive politics or our general open-mindedness whatever our politics.

Nine years after 9/11 most of us are tolerant of Islam but we don’t really love Muslims. We don’t really know any Muslims to love. Tolerance has kept us at a safe and sterile distance.

It’s easy to condemn a publicity-seeker like Terry Jones (what would it mean for Christians to love this nutty guy?). Righteous indignation abounds — just check Facebook. But it’s hard to engage in the slow, patient work of love (of our Muslim neighbors, of wayward souls like Terry Jones). Yet this is the work we’ve been given to do, the work of love that is the way of Jesus.


This was posted by Debra Dean Murphy to her blog, Intersections, in September of 2010. I love that middle paragraph (the emphasis is my own), so I’m reposting it.

Quick n’ Dirty Wall Art

These easy, cheap DIY wall art ideas are inspiring me. I’d love to make our initials out of buttons.

I’d form the letters in a serif font, so they feel more refined & elegant, & less kindergarten art.

I think a huge ampersand (&) out of washers would look pretty awesome, too.

Credit: “C“; “A“; “E“; “P“.

Be Continually Drunk

You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.

But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: “It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.”

Charles Baudelaire

Strawberry Mint Spritzers

This recipe is based on a healthy cocktail recipe by Linda Wagner, a nutrition and lifestyle coach who utilizes a holistic methodology. You can substitute mineral water for the champagne & Sake if you prefer a non-alcoholic version. I recommend letting it sit for a few hours (without the ice) to let the flavors really come out.

Ingredients

  • 1 bottle Sake
  • 1 bottle champagne
  • 1 pint strawberries
  • 6 Meyer lemons
  • 4-5 springs of mint
  • vanilla Stevia OR
  • 3 tablespoons Splenda &
  • vanilla extract
Directions

Slice your strawberries into slivers, then add to a large pitcher with the mint leaves. Squeeze the juice of 6 meyer lemons & gently muddle the ingredients using a wooden spoon or muddler. (You don’t need to shred the ingredients, just bruising them will release the flavor.) Add equal parts sake & champagne, & lots of ice. Add three tablespoons of Splenda & a dash of vanilla extract to the pitcher, or squeeze a dropper full of vanilla stevia into each glass before serving. This fruity cocktail is perfect for entertaining during the summer.