i went to church and now i cant stop thinking about the Widor Toccata

music minute with ms.dangles

vertical panorama

some italian churches. via.

turning guns into grizzlies tickets

During a Saturday event at Bloomfield Baptist Church, the city and its partners in the effort will hand over a $50 Mapco gas card for every gun a person turns in, up to a limit of three guns, or $150 in free gas, per person. Everyone who turns in a gun will also get two free tickets to a pre-season Memphis Grizzlies game. The event will run from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. 

The guns will be received on a "no questions asked" basis and later destroyed, though members of the Memphis Police Department's Firearms Training Unit will be present.


If anyone sees a little brown and blonde dog tugging a shotgun over to the baptist church, someone stop Kismet because that is MY gun and he doesn't even know what basketball is anyway. via

video for no church in the wild

another video from m.i.a.'s "bad girls" director romain gavras.

what is starla doing this weekend?

i asked her if she wanted to hang out and she said she couldn't this weekend because she had "this church thang" and had to "do some wig-shoppin'" before.

a compelling case

you may have heard about a recent #occupywallstreet initiative, involving a hunger strike outside of duarte square (canal + sixth ave). the demands of the strike include being allowed to use the space as the new zucchini park. the plaza is owned by trinity church, which has been fairly supportive of the movement, sheltering protestors at times. a common reaction (it was mine) was that a hunger strike is a bit of a disproportional approach to gaining a new gathering space. additionally, many argue that this protest no longer requires a physical space, and that these efforts are a digression from more important goals.

this morning, i read an editorial piece written by one of a group of clergy members who assembled to hear and evaluate the movement's request to use their plaza:

That morning a dozen occupiers addressed forty or so clergy. We clergy were all somewhat skeptical of the demand for public space. You could hear the ministerial, rabbinical hrumph, hrumph in the room. (Most of us had never occupied Zucotti Park and a downward trend in temperature wasn’t going to improve on that.) But the occupiers edged toward the theological as they articulated a need for communal, inspirational, face-to-face contact in which they could “appear” to one another.

Secondly, they talked about the nearly complete privatization of municipal public space in a way that made a deep and tragic sense. Where can you go if you don’t own something? Does a public even exist if it has no space? The great irony is that they have been called the virtual demonstration, and here they were talking about old-fashioned, in-person, human interaction.

Third, they talked about the increasing surveillance of most space, private or public—the self-surveillance on Facebook, the constant camera, and the ask-no-questions “security” cordons. They reminded me of one of my first posts on this whole matter: we no longer march and the police pen us for “our own good.” What nonsense. A completely nonviolent movement does not need to be penned up for its own good.

And finally, they spoke of a new monasticism, in which people have given up everything to jump to a future they can only imagine. In the most recent newsletter posted by Occupy Theory [as of this posting, the site is down —Eds.], occupiers describe how sad they were about their lives, both present and future, until they found each other. If you were worried about “young people today” before, you will be terrified after you read about the emptiness, the bought-and-soldness, the futility, the lack of any place to be or person to be. (via)

worth a read.

something bad happened in fruitland

something gaycist! in fruitland, tennessee. pull yourslef together gibson county. also, i've seen greater production values during the morning annoucements at white station high school.

worshippin', worshippin', yeah!

i love her inaudible low notes.

hey melissa, remember?

if you grew up in the south, and went to church like a good boy (not one of those catholic churches with loose morals), then you know what is going on in the video up above. that is shoulder pads, hair spray, ribbon, sign language, and high notes all being manipulated for the glory of G-d. woof.

if you've got 37 minutes to kill

final destination

guy gets stuck in elevator. prays for release. goes to church following harrowing ordeal to thank god for listening to him. gets crushed by collapsing stone altar.

when its your time to go, i guess.

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