highlyeccentric: I've been searching for a sexual identity, and now you've named it for me: I'm a what. (Sexual what)
Que[e]rying Sex Ed, by Hoyden About Town. H/T to [personal profile] kayloulee for the link. Hoyden summarises the sex ed lesson of her gender and sexuality course.:

I’m sure many women are grateful people know where the clitoris is. And did you ever find that knowing where your fallopian tubes were improved your relationships? Or your ovaries? Because I know that for me, that has done almost nothing…

A: [laughter] No…

Q: And I don’t know about you lot, but I learnt that stuff in biology as well, so… And what about working out when to have sex? Whether you should have it? Or whether to say no? And how to say no?

A: [this one varies a bit] Well, we were told to always say no. I went to a Catholic school./Well, we were told we should always respect it if someone said ‘no’./Well, we were told we could say ‘no’ if we didn’t want to have sex, but not really how, or how to know when.

[That last one, I usually probe a bit more, to get into the complexity of consent, by saying something like: 'And anything about working out whether you really did want to have sex? Or how to say 'no' without just yelling 'no!' in someone's face? Because it can be a bit hard, if, say, the person you're with, who you really care about, wants to have sex, and you're not sure, and you kinda want to please them, and you're not positive you don't want to have sex. And then it slips too easily into not wanting to be rude and 'would it be so bad to really give them what they want,' where you're not really thinking about what you want, just about whether you're sure enough that you don't want it to yell 'no!' at someone. Which obviously, can lead to the bad, especially for women. So any of that covered?' Generally, the answer is 'No'.]

I was thinking the other day about how little of my sex-ed experiences (these included: formal welcome-to-puberty sex ed in sixth grade; year ten biology; smatterings of weird, chastity-focused instruction in religious context at school; family conversations; informal conversations in (my liberal, Uniting Church) church friend groups; a couple of bible studies at uni and maybe the odd mention in other religious contexts; a lot of college chatter; and two formal presentations by a sexual health educator at college. Add to that a handful of sex-ed books and the Life & Style section of the Sydney Morning Herald, but exclude the blogosphere for the purposes of this argument) dealt with anything other than how to say *no* to *first time* sex.

One of my great frustrations with my church groups is that we were all very happy and liberal and mostly accepting of pre-marital sex (a reasonable chunk of the group were personally abstinent, I believe, but it was rarely touted as the Only Choice), but all the conversations centred around whether you COULD - I don't remember having any conversations with anyone about how to decide, granted that premarital sex wasn't going to send you to hell, *when* to have any. "If you're in love" is an AWFULLY VAGUE AND UNHELPFUL DESCRIPTION. Also, given that in church circles many people in love are *not* having sex, it's also not a logical justification.

We also talked about it pretty much exclusively in terms of the *first* person one might sleep with. I know quite a few of my camp friends were serial monogamists from their teens - and a small number weren't monogamous at all. But I suppose I assumed that someone who was *having* sex knew what they were doing, because questions like how do you decide when or if to sleep with a new partner, how do you negotiate church-circles dating if you're not a virgin... that never came up.

That aside... all my formal and informal sex ed seemed to be directed toward how to say no to first time sex - if not how to say no to ALL premarital sex, then how to say no to sex before one reaches an unspecified state of "ready", or how and how long to delay sex with a new partner.

Topics rarely covered:

* How to say yes
* Why you might say yes
* How and why you might say no to sex on particular occasions or in particular circumstances with someone you're already sleeping with, up to and including sex acts and so on that you may normally enjoy.

The notable exception to this was in the National Christian Youth Convention convention handbooks - there was a ten-point list of things to consider before having sex at camp, regardless of your marital status. It included things like "is this encounter affirming for both participants and our relationship", which is... still vague. But a whole damn lot less vague than most things. I wish I'd memorised that list, now.

In short: sex ed. Needs more que[e]rying. Go read Hoyden's post!
highlyeccentric: Arthur (BBC Merlin) - text: "SRSLY" (SRSLY)
Speaking of The Handmaid's Tale: if you've read it, you may remember that in Gilead one could pay for a punch-card machine called a Soul Scroll to read aloud set prayers for you.

You can now pay a computer to say your Hail Marys - with a range of prayers for other religious groups as well.
highlyeccentric: (Beliefs and Ideas)
This was my favourite song when I was about ten:

Ridiculous late-nineties pop, yes? When I think of Savage Garden (which, in fact, I try to do as little as possible), I think of that song. And when I think of that song I think of the second and last verses. The last because it was the verse which caught my attention on the radio:

I believe forgiveness is the key to your unhappiness
I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed
I believe that God does not endorse tv evangelists
I believe in love surviving death into eternity.

God only knows what the second line means there, but even at ten I had a healthy objection to TV evangelism in all forms, and thus Savage Garden cemented their place in my ten-year old heart.

The second verse became my favourite after a couple of serious interpretive conversations with my mother.

I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality
I believe that trust is more important than monogamy
I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul
I believe that family is worth more than money or gold
I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair
I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires

I can't really remember exactly what my mother said about the sexuality line- I do remember that I'd never heard the word before. I assume I got a sensible grown-up explanation, and I did the same thing with that information which I did with all information I wasn't old enough to properly process: more-or-less forgot about it. I didn't REALLY understand what 'gay' meant until I was fifteen and one of my teachers told me that the Uniting Church wasn't Christian because they had gay ministers. I held my head high and declared "yes we do and I'm proud of it"; and then went home and asked for a proper explanation of what gay was and why some people couldn't be ministers. (I seem to remember that explanation included "you know a lot of churches won't let women be ministers? Well, this is sort of like that".) But well before then, the idea had been cemented into my head that Savage Garden were right, you can't control or choose your sexuality.

The thing that, in my mind, makes this particularly notable is that I know my mother is personally uncomfortable with homosexuality. All these explanations by stages over the years always included her prancing, hand-bag carrying coworker when she worked on Oxford St, and so on and so forth. I think people messing with the binary gender system freaks her out, perhaps. It'd be easy, if you felt like that, to sit back and be homophobic, or preach "love the sinner hate the sin", or all the variants thereon. And yet I was always taught that gay people ought to be treated just like everyone else.

Next line in the verse talks about monogamy. I'm fairly sure my mother's never HEARD of polyamoury, so I think we read 'monogamy' in Catholic terms (one lifelong indissoluble heterosexual marriage) for the purposes of interpreting the song. Never suggesting that marriage or monogamy are BAD things (well, duh, she's married, and last I heard monogamous therein), I was still raised on the belief that love and trust are more important than legal pieces of paper. I can remember going into many many doomed battles with the conservative elite at school over that one...

The verse goes on to talk about inequality and financial imbalance, and I know that I was definitely taught that the way money and power get distributed in society is unfair. I usually like to blame (or thank) Easter Camp and UCATSA for prodding me into having a social conscience, but I forget how much groundwork my mother did before I ever got to an Easter Camp.

Now the awesome part: you know where I can remember this conversation happening? Sunday School. My mother bought the Savage Garden album, and took it to Sunday School and played it for the older class, and sat around while church was going on, with a bunch of other people's children as well as her own, and talked about not letting the sun go down on arguments, about trust being more important than legal bits of paper, about sexuality, about social justice, and about TV Evangelists being awful.

Some churches would have strung her up by her toes just for playing something which references the principle of Karma, let alone these dangerous social and moral views.

The moral of today's lecture is: even dodgy nineties pop can be important; my church was pretty awesome for letting us do whatever Mum wanted; and my mother's pretty awesome, all things considered.
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A Times Reporter goes to ex-gay camp. The first three-and-a-half pages are good, well written, interesting and scary. The last quarter, when they try to talk about homosexuality in the church in England today, is less so. They try to give a broad overview of theological positions and predict the future of the church, but even when talking about Anglicans the journalist acts as if the church is unified on the matter. Which it isn't, even at the uppermost level. And if you're going to issue dire warnings about what will happen "if the churches aren't careful" (people will start ignoring the church as they do re: contraception), then you need to talk to some LIBERAL Christians before you go around predicting the future.
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Yesterday I wandered in circles around Brisbane trying to find either breakfast or the Anglican cathedral. I had two doughnuts for breakfast and did half an hour's solid thesis work, and then eventually found St John's. My full and complete account of the awesomeness of St John's can be found here. It is a LOVELY building. Also, it was determined that I may not believe in God anymore but I do believe in cathedrals. Bloody religious architecture makin' me cry.

Having done that I wandered back to the river- checking out many other pretty churches along the way, including All Saints Anglican, the oldest church in Brisbane, and two very pretty Uniting Churches (St Andrew's looked like it had once been the Methodist cathedral, but don't quote me on that), and a cute whitewashed Presby. church.

Over the other side of the river I tried to go to the Southbank Markets but got kind of lost and then ran out of time. I think I was only about five minutes away when I gave up, but I had a nice lunch in a Greek taverna at the end of the Southbank Parklands, which looked out over the swimming pools and was perfectly lovely. And then I managed to catch a train back to Roma St, and a train to the airport with plenty of time, only to find that my plane was delayed by two and a bit hours due to half the air traffic controllers in Sydney calling in sick. Jetstar had sent me a text saying 'you don't have to check in until 4.30' but I didn't *get* the text because I had my phone off to conserve battery power. So I bought a book called 'I, Nigel Dorking', which is about Sir Nigel the Notorious, an eleven year old with an over-active vocabulary, a tin foil suit of armour, and no friends at all.
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THE Archbishop of Sydney, Cardinal George Pell, evoked dramatic Old Testament imagery to recall drought-devastated Australia, call people to a life of love and resurrection, and urge them to forgo a life of "fat, relentless egos".- SMH

Let's see what Shirley Strachan has to say about this:

Lyrics here for those not You-tube enabled.

Here endeth the disrespect for the day.


PS- you mean you didn't already know what terrible taste in music I had? You mean you've never experienced the glory that is seventies Australian glam rock? Witness: Horror Movie; Livin' in the Seventies; and, excellent if you need to scare off neighbouring feminists, Women in Uniform.
*Sighs* If livin' in the seventies would've meant I had more opportunities to ogle Shirley Strachan, clearly I was born three decades too late...
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Y'know, my Dad's not much of a talker. He'll talk your ear off if you ask him about, oh, the second world war or the invention of the assembly line or the works of Steven Jay Gould, to say nothing of installation-free software, vintage aeroplanes, and guitars. Personal questions, though, never really come onto the radar. This has at times annoyed or frustrated me, although right now I can't remember when or why. The speed at which he used to flee if he should chance upon Mum, Joel and/or I discussing such educational matters as condoms or menstruation was highly entertaining- faster even than the speed of retreat should he stumble upon a theological conversation, which is odd, Dad being a lifelong atheist.

At some point it occurred to me that our schooling must've been particularly tortuous for Dad, an atheist of the leave-well-enough-alone variety, given how much religious shit we copped. Mum was always justifiably proud of me for standing my ground, but it must've been extra infuriating for Dad to stand by and watch one lot of religious nutters give his daughter shit for not being the right *kind* of nutter.

Anyway, that was a bit of a tangent. Point of this post was supposed to be that my Dad has always spoilt me to high heaven and let me do my own thing. While I always appreciate being spoilt, I don't always remember to appreciate the other half of the equation. Then I read about things like this, and I realise how very lucky I am. Thanks Dad!
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I reformatted Sauron, but he still hiccups over opening internet pages. Maybe it's the university server. Hi-ho...

In other news, I went to hear the St Paul's College Choir tonight, which was lovely. Have you ever *really* listened to the words of Danny Boy? They're kinda creepy... The music master had arranged it with acapella accompaniment by the choir, and the whole effect was slightly spooky.

Speaking of choirs, this via Ardvarcaeology:

Aardvarchaeology explains:

I've posted a fine example of Ansiktsburk song lyrics before: listen to a song in a language you don't understand, and try to imagine that it is actually sung in your own language though with a funny accent. Then write down whatever words you can half make out. Thus the Swedish drinking song "Helan går" becomes "Hell and gore, shun hope Father Alan, lay!".

Now Paddy K directs my attention to a new permutation of this idea. Here's a piece of choral music sung in English in such a way that the real lyrics are difficult to make out -- and the ansiktsburk poet has set new English words to it. Look at the ladies toward the end -- their lips are actually synching with the nonsense!
highlyeccentric: Sign on Little Queen St - One Way both directions (Jesus Called)
Lutheran congregation in Canada defies church sanctions to ordain its first gay pastor.
highlyeccentric: Sign on Little Queen St - One Way both directions (Jesus Called)
Assorted ministers will be marching in Mardi Gras this year and 60 have signed a formal apology for exclusion of gay and lesbian people from the church.

'O course, who knows how many of them are doing this out of a 'love the sinner hate the sin' approach, or how many would be happy to see gay and lesbian people given equal access to ordination, but hey. It's a start.
highlyeccentric: Sign on Little Queen St - One Way both directions (Jesus Called)
In churches where being Born Again is all the rage, it is fashionable to swap conversion stories. If not your own, then those of people you know or people who know people you know. These are the sorts of stories which warm the heart of every budding evangelist and reassure them that they have something to keep going for.

Over here in Sanity, where we like our converts to keep their brains functioning, we don't tend to swap heart-warming stories so often. Our stories are less spectacular, and we are more inclined to debate theology than talk about personal revelation.

I offer you the anecdotal story of Miss Q, who taught our family in our primary school days.

Now, Miss Q was the soul of loveliness in a primary school teacher. It was to Miss Q that my mother forced my shame-faced brother to return the precious hoarde of blu-tac that he, seven years old, had been filching from the classroom all term. It was Miss Q who called my mother to let her know that Joel had been praying every morning in class devotions that his father wouldn't die in an aeroplane fuel tank.
Miss Q, like many of the teachers at our school, was young, idealistic and conservative. I never had anything much in the way of theological conversation with her, so I can't share any horror stories or anything. She was simply nice, and narrow.
Anyway, time went on, and God was consistently failing to bring Miss Q the husband and family every conservative girl grows up knowing He will bring her. She and Miss G, who was in the same boat, were getting up and singing All my friends are getting married at the school ball. God comes through for Miss G- that's another story in itself, and rather a rather amusing one at that- and not yet for Miss Q. By now, Joel and I are both in high school and we don't see or hear very much from her. After a while, Miss Q can be seen leaving school on the back of a dashing gentleman's motorbike. A year or so more ticks by and word on the small-town gossip line says that she is engaged; bumping into her in the shops we hear she's married and pregnant. She glows with delight and the joyful faith of someone to whom God has given everything she truly wanted.

Over the winter break this year, i take my mother to the School Of Discipleship with me. Mum comes home all fired up and inspired by the experience of being around so many enthusiastic young people. Not something you get often in the church anywhere, let alone out here.1
Shortly after I go back to uni, Mum bumps into No-Longer-Miss Q in the local supermarket. She and her husband have moved in just down the road from us, as it turns out. She asks how Mum is going, asks after Joel and I. Mum tells her about SOD and the joys of being around enthused young people, and also says something about the fact that she had felt a bit swamped by all the theological language being tossed around.

Miss Q says she understands... her husband has been to theological college2, and since they started going out, he has taught her about reading the bible in context.
She says she sees things differently now. No details are exchanged as to what things, or how differently, but nevertheless. It may only be a small change. I doubt she will ever be a screaming liberal. But somewhere in the last few years, Miss Q has figured out that it's a good idea to think about God as well as read about Him. That, if you ask me, is pretty darn cool.

I often end up discouraged by the sheer numbers of stupid conservatives... I keep saying that there's no point anyone trying to change Christianity from the outside, that change has to come from within, from people like my mother and myself and Miss Q's husband, but I am always turned off by the hard vigour of the likes of Rev. Dr John Hirt, my chaplain, who is indeed fighting a dauntless crusade for the future of intelligent and honest christianity. Arguing with a conservative is like asking a brick wall politely if it would mind moving for you. Talking to a conservative about, say, why it might not be necessary to submit to your husband, or why Gay People might not be evil, just produces confused looks. So what's a girl to do? Go and hide out in the Centre For Medieval Studies with the sermons of Wulfstan, who was a hardline bastard but due to being dead for 1000 years can be forgiven for this.
This is one of those stories which come along every now and again and remind me that there is some value in living and believing honestly. That quiet, sane people can be the fulcrum on which quiet, sane changes turn. That it needn't be a crusade... That simply being here and being honest leaving the rest to God may be enough.

Here endeth the sermon for this Sabbath day.

1. In an amusing counterpoint, I have real trouble feeling like I know where i am and what i'm doing surrounded by groups of excitified young disciples all out to change the world. Knowing that my quiet, elderly congregation are coming together- twenty of them at best- every week and just... being there, getting on with their quiet lives and unspectacular faith, that's what gives me inspiration. Or balance, or something.
2. Theological college, not bible college. There's a difference. One of them requires a brain, the other requires only a highligher and a good memory for internalising bible verses.


Oct. 1st, 2007 01:13 am
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I gave a bible study the other day. Tried to tell them. Why should I care about the medieval?
      Because someone has to
         because all this human energy, this passion and doubt and strife and belief, should not go unmarked.
I read them some of The Dream of the Rood. They were nonplussed. Says one- apart from just being interested in them for themselves, is there something we can take from these Anglo-Saxons?
I, nonplussed. Why do we need to take something away? I don't want to take anything away. I want to sink in.
          Because. All this energy. A poet creates something beautiful out of his words and his faith.
          How often do we make beautiful things of our faith today, so busy changing the world?
Says another- we try to make something beautiful of our lives.

And now I realise, that's what it's about.
          A life is something beautiful.
          A life tangles many other lives. We call that a society.
         The grit and the dirt of human society. The curves of language and the edges of weapons. Music and politics. Famine and flood. Fairs and warfare. These make up lives.
          These are made of lives, and these are beautiful things.

highlyeccentric: Sign on Little Queen St - One Way both directions (Jesus Called)
Just want to direct the snarky-minded to the letters page today, in which my letter doesn't appear (but then, i only sent it in last night) but plenty of others do...


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Today's Utter Crap Alert:

The continuing debate over the access of same-sex couples to social benefits and so-called entitlements is a distraction from the real issue. The real issue is not about infringement of rights. Rather, it is about what heterosexual marriage can offer society that other forms of relationships cannot. hmm... something new and different!

and here's a copy of the letter i just wrote to the eds:

"Married heterosexual unions are not simply a legal invention with an associated bunch of benefits," writes Chris Meney of the Catholic Archdiocese (SMH, Aug. 16). I agree with him on one count- marriage is not simply a legal invention. I read on, and I find that marriage is a financial union first and foremost. He proclaims that marriage provides "an intergenerational connectedness … to save and provide for their children and grandchildren." If we opened up the law to gay marriage, he argues, all kinds of people in financial relationships would want to be "married". Marriage and family, he tells us, are institutions which can't just be changed at whim. Financial institutions, of course. Legalise gay marriage, and "this would result in further clamour for financial benefits from couples or groups on the basis of some notional entitlement."
Much of Meney's logic is ridiculous, but I am appalled by his construction of family as all about money. What happened to love, emotional and spiritual commitment? Is "intergenerational connectedness" the capacity to work longer and longer hours to buy more gameboys? Can't gay people spend money too? Marriage is about more than money- life is about more than money.
The Catholic Archdiocese's concept of family is in fact contrary to the gospel they preach. "Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth" (Mat. 6:19), my Bible reminds me. I would encourage Meney to spend more time with his Bible, and less time worrying about the financial status of other people's family units.
highlyeccentric: Sign on Little Queen St - One Way both directions (Jesus Called)

Our Father who art in Heaven,
hallowed by thy name.
Thy Kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
on Earth as in Heaven.
Give us today our daily bread,
and forgive us our tresspasses
as we forgive those who tresspass against us.
Lead us not into temptation,
and deliver us from evil.
(Thine is the Kingdom, the Power and the Glory,
now and forever)*

There, isn't it pretty? I have, in my mother's opinion, an irrational attatchment to the old-style Lord's Prayer. And to "Be thou my Vision" (bollocks to people who sing "You be my Vision", i say). It's a great puzzle to Mum, who maintains that she never taught it to me. Which, indeed, is true- she taught me the theologically sound version, popular in the Uniting Church )

I assume I picked the thees and thous up from reading old books, or something. Until I started with Anglo-Saxon, I didn't have any particular reason for preffering the old version. I just liked it better. Sounds pretty, has a nice sense of tradition to it.

I just trawled through my backlog to try to find an entry where I'd written up my discoveries about second-person pronouns. However, such an entry is unlocatable. So, in case anyone else out there was incredibly confused by the pronouns in Shakespeare, English pronouns should work something like French, with a singular and a plural/polite.

Grammatical fun )
Isn't that exciting?

It plays into status differentiation, though. One calls ones equals or inferiors thee and one's superiors you. The Quakers had to bugger off to America for persistently addressing politicians as thee in England.

Now think about the Lord's prayer again. Someone, somewhere- or many ones, everywhere- back in the dim dark past when it became customary to say the prayer in English, thought it was important enough that we have a close, affectionate, perhaps even an "equal" relationship with God, that they used the personal thou form.****** When I make these old words, out of time with the rest of my congregation, it's not that i feel God's so special he deserves better pronouns. God's too big for pronouns. Rather, I say them and I participate in a long tradition of personal, intimate thou-ing relationship with God. I enter into relationship, through the words, not only with the God to whom they are addressed, but with a community of faith which transcends time, space, and common grammar.

*Parts in brackets seem to be a random Protestant addition.
notes for the grammar fun )
****** this is probably based on something similar in the Latin version, mind. not an english innovation, but a conservation of said important factor.

highlyeccentric: Sign on Little Queen St - One Way both directions (purple)
Sydney Anglicans trying to outst Canterbury?

what I don't get is that Jensen has apparently offered episcopal oversight to conservatives in Canada (there's conservatives in Canada? who knew?). Doesn't that go against the very concept of diocesan organisation- which is older than the Anglicans and, for that matter, older than the Roman Catholic Church as we know it???

and secondly, assuming that as a conservative Anglican bishop you neither want to see the church slide into dangerous liberalism, nor splinter into morally divergent blocs, isn't it counter-intuitive to remove a conservative church from an already liberal diocese? Wouldn't you want to offer them partnership, training, brainwashing, and the like, in order that they might remain a strong conservative voice in their corrupted diocese? This article is tracing links between Jensen and conservatives all over the globe- in the cases of individual churches, rather than whole dioceses or even nations, isn't taking them under his wing doing exactly what he says won't happen- creating two parrallel Churches within the Anglican Communion?
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You know, I've always objected to those churches where worship becomes a performance.

Now I realise I'm in one.

It's not that Curtis is an attention-seeking singer- quite the opposite! He skulks about in the back with his microphone where no one can see him. Nor are Ashwin and Steve particularly attention-seeking pianists.

The performance on show at Ultimo evening service is me, the clown act on the overhead projector. People seem to think it's a good idea to watch me, and they seem to find it funny when they do. I don't think this is necessarily a good thing.
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Rob Hanks' email with some of his personal notes on assembly, and four attatched UCA documents relating to the Sexuality and Leadership matters, just got to me.

am amused to note that the new Sexuality and Leadership document says the same thing that the Assembly has been saying since 1997. However I'm very glad to hear that it does :) Obviously i would be disgruntled if the proposals not to accept for ordination any homosexual people, or any non-celibate homosexual people, had been passed. Would also have been disgruntled if, as I have a feeling some people would like *coughJohnHirtcough*, the congregation's right to decline such a minister on grounds of sexuality had been removed.

on a less happy note, one of the documents is a media release to somethng called the Assembly of Confessing Congregations, some kind of conservative sub-group that's forming. Never heard of them before. David? Chris? got any light to shed?
wouldn't want to think we're going to end up like the anglicans or anything.

anyone who hasn't got these documents or wants to read Rob's thoughts, lemme know and i'll forward the whole kit and caboodle.

there's a detailed report from the ATSI Congress in there too :s. not such cheerful reading. EMU and RA will bounce back in time- hell, they thrive on this kind of stuff, it brings latent conservatives out of the woodwork to their aid. But i have a feeling it's the Congress and our relations with them which will take the most lasting bruises.
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Don, in his sermon this morning: That's the thing about Jesus... He's like the NRMA. He can't Help but Help.


mmm... went out to New Lambton with Quis tonight. got through service without crying, which is something of an achievement.

wish i could be there every week.

Drive in was uneventful. Drive home wasn't :P. Scared the bejeebers out of the parental units by ringing them not only before i left, but then during the trip. I'm sure they thought i was dead when they heard the phone... (then who was ringing, i wonder?) As it happened, I'd had the air on very cold, for I am like Detritus when driving- must be cold or I don't think properly. Cold air misted up the windscreens, and I couldn't see anything at all. Hid in Mallabula with my hazards on, feeling very silly and utterly incapable of demisting the thing. Had to ring my daddy... And learnt that HOT air in fact demists things. Which is not so great, seeing as amy's brain starts to mist up in warm air...
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Me: I'm not sure why the fact that Peter Jensen thinks something makes it front page news...
Reena: slow news day...
Me: must be.
Reena: actually, the fact that Peter Jensen is thinking ANYTHING is newsworthy.
Tess: Peter Jensen, single-handedly disproving the theory of evolution...


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