Looking for Wisdom February 29, 2008
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One of the really cool things about blogging on WordPress is the ability to see the search terms that lead other people to my blog – some of them tend to be rather strange. Here are just a few of them from the last week:
Beebe, AR + Saturday flea market
“how short” is hair to 1/8 inch
Who owns my pavement?
Any positive attributes of drinking whiskey
Cindy Lauper endometriosis
Borgman Obama star wars
Obama Muslim outfit looks cute
Girl scouts and communism
A Quick Interlude… February 28, 2008
Posted by Matt in random.Tags: jukebox, random, smoking, waffle house, waitress
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Have no fear, tomorrow I will most likely complete my short series on metanarratives and their implications for the Christian faith, but tonight I just had to share something with you that my family and I indulged in together this evening. You see, like many people we enjoy eating out once or twice a week – mostly because Diana and I both work full time and it helps maximize the waking hours our family spends in each other’s presence. Well, this evening we visited a little chain that we knew quite well both in college and afterwards before we had children, but for one reason or another (probably the constant haze of smoke), we have refrained from visiting this establishment over the last few years. Tonight, though, we would give in and go….
Waffle House, here we come!
Things have changed at the old joint in recent years. The one that we dined in today was a rather new construction, but we soon discovered that this was a No Smoking facility. Of course I realize that’s for the best in terms of public health and all, and, while I don’t personally smoke nor really care to be in enclosed areas with who are, it seemed as though something were missing. Maybe its just me, but there is something oddly comforting about the constant haze and grimy, smoke-stained walls. There is a certain charm about it that I found to be lacking, even though I’m sure it was best for my kids.
My second complaint is one that may seem chauvinistic, but we actually had a male waiter! If you’ve ever frequented a Waffle House on a semi-regular basis in the past like I have, you know that Waffle House waitresses are a special breed of human being. Sure, they may fulfill all the stereotypes – missing teeth and all – but there is something refreshing about someone who never thinks twice about referring to you as “honey” or “baby,” as if you’ve known each other all your lives.
But, I can’t complain. After a few cups of coffee, a ham and egg omelet, and some hash browns (scattered, smothered, covered), I was feeling just fine, despite the unnerving sensation of serveral arteries simultaneously clogging. The juke box was still playing loud (though, I found it odd to hear some R&B rather than the normal medley of John Denver and Kenny Rogers) and the denizens seemed somewhat cleaner cut than I remember. Of course, that may be because the Waffle House usually ends up being a late-night spur of the moment trip when the only patrons are the usual assortment of truckers and vagabonds looking for one of the last places of solace left on this earth where they can enjoy a cigarette and cup of coffee in peace, but, alas, now that simple pleasure has even been taken from them.
But, if it saves the life and health of at least one Waffle House waitress, it may just be worth it…
My Wife the Fugitive February 26, 2008
Posted by Matt in Diana, random.Tags: fugitive, speeding ticket, yellville
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Last month Diana and I had the opportunity to get away for a weekend at Big Cedar Lodge outside of Branson, MO. It was a great respite from our normal, harried lives in the Memphis area, but, on our way back, we learned a valuable lesson about small towns.
If you have out-of-state plates, do not exceed the speed limit.
So, we were driving along, minding our own business as we passed through several quaint little Deliverance-like towns in the beautiful Ozark mountains, when we found ourselves nearing the hamlet of Yellville. For those of you unfamiliar with the town (and I would guess that most of you are), it is a small, isolated community far from what many of us would term “civilization” (Note: I’m sure that it’s a wonderful place to live, but my perception has been forever tainted). It is known for its annual Turkey Trot festival, in which actual wild turkeys are dropped from low-flying aircraft (according to what I read about it, the city is no longer able to sponsor the event due to the issues of animal cruelty that come up when the free-falling birds hit the pavement). My sister-in-law, Nancy, has a brother who actually lives in Yellville and runs a coffee shop in the downtown area, so we had the bright idea to drop by his business and say hello.
Keeping our eyes open for our caffeine-filled destination and ears open with some sense of trepidation in the chance that we may hear “Dueling Banjos” emanating from someone’s porch (a sure sign to hit the accelerator), we entered the town.
Now, so far we had seen no speed limit signs and Diana, who was driving at the time, had maintained the 50 mph at which we had been traveling on the road outside of town. Then, seemingly as soon as we crossed that invisible line designating the bustling metropolis, the blue lights appeared. Diana noticed them first and turned her head with a look of incredulity, “I’m being pulled over.”
“What?” I answered, “How can that be possible? There’s no way we were speeding.”
Being the law-abiding citizens that we are, Diana dutifully pulled our vehicle to the side of the road and we quickly gathered the documents that the officer might ask for. Soon the policeman strutted to our car window, bent over so that he might take a look at us and matter-of-factly asked, “Ya’ll know how fast you’re goin’”
“No, sir”
“Wale, I clocked ya’ll at 50 miles per hour an’ that’s 20 miles over the spade limit.”
Diana and I looked at each other a bit confused. “Really? I didn’t realize that.”
“Wale you shore were. Ya’ll from Mississippi? Where’re ya’ll headin’?”
“We are on our way home from a trip to Branson and we wanted to stop in and visit with a friend of ours who owns a coffee shop.”
He flashed a quick grin at us, then took our identifying pieces of information and retreated to his car for a few minutes, while we waited.
Soon, he returned with ticket in hand, “Now, I mighta’ let ya’ll go, but 20 miles is a long way over the limit. The court date’ll be in three weeks, but I reckon ya’ll won’t wanna make the trip up here again for it. You can call this here number and they’ll let you know the cost and you can mail it in.”
A wave of reality suddenly crashed over us – it all made sense that we would be ticketed for speeding in a zone with a nonexistent speed limit sign. Of course he knew that we wouldn’t drive for hours across the state to fight a ticket in court. The gas money to drive so far would easily nullify any saving we might incur from having the ticket overturned.
Before walking away, he gave us a bit of sage-like advice, “Ya’ll slow down, now,” and gave us directions to the coffee shop.
I bring this up because the ticket was due to be received in the Marion County courthouse today. Diana, thinking that the postal service actually worked in her place of employment, placed the ticket and a check for $150 in the hospital mailroom.
Yesterday, she discovered that it was still there. Sitting in the exact position in which she had left it a week earlier. She called the courthouse and they told her that she had to overnight it, so that they could receive payment as soon as possible and keep her off of “America’s Most Wanted.”
Diana obediently then took the ticket and check to the post office, paid the outrageous sum, and was promptly told that, despite the fact that it was being “overnighted,” the check would most likely not be received until Wednesday. Therefore, for a few hours at least, my wife will be a fugitive.
But, there is no cause to worry, fair city of Yellville, for your payment will soon arrive.
Matt’s Meandering Mind on Monday February 25, 2008
Posted by Matt in Diana, Memphis, Rebekah, basketball, concert, family, movies, music, random, sports, vacation.Tags: California, coen brothers, drive-by truckers, Memphis Tigers, No Country for Old Men, Oscars, vacation
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Last night, Bekah threw up after having an upset stomach for much of the evening, so, because Diana does not have the time to take off work, I’m at home with her again. She seems to be fine so far today, so I’m guessing it was something she ate yesterday that disagreed with her. Her day care does have a policy of not allowing children within 24 hours of throwing up, thus we are at home playing all day.
I didn’t watch most of the Oscars last night, but I did tune it for the last hour or so and see my favorite moviemakers, the Coen brothers, take home both the Best Director and Best Picture prizes. No Country for Old Men was the only movie up for the biggest award that I have seen, so I was a little partial to it. I really enjoy director Paul Thomas Anderson’s previous work (Boogie Nights, Magnolia, Punch-Drunk Love), so I’m looking forward to seeing his latest, There Will Be Blood.
For the past few weeks here in Memphis everything has revolved around this past Saturday’s basketball game, University of Memphis (who was ranked number 1 in the polls and was undefeated) vs. University of Tennessee (number 2 in the polls), and it did not disappoint, even though Memphis did come out on the short end. I’ll be interested to see how they fare in the postseason.
We have purchased tickets to next month’s Drive-By Truckers show and I’m pretty pumped about it. The new album, Brighter Than Creation’s Dark, is excellent – probably their best since 2003’s Decoration Day. The dark tales of southern life are among their best as they tackle everything from war to the scourge of crystal meth.
I can’t remember if I mentioned this before or not, but we have also officially decided on a family vacation this summer and have already purchased plane tickets for the June trip. We will be going to Huntington Beach, in the Los Angeles area, to stay with some of Diana’s family for a week and see the sights. Diana is very excited about going back to the West Coast and about taking the girls to Disneyland.
Looking for Wisdom February 22, 2008
Posted by Matt in blog.Tags: blog, search, wisdom
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One of the really cool things about blogging on WordPress is the ability to see the search terms that lead other people to my blog – some of them tend to be rather strange. Here are just a few of them from the last week:
whiskey i drink alone song
endometriosis + marriage
slightly twisted words of wisdom
bloody mary instrumental drinking song
“I’m the first black president”
who sings the red red wine rap section
“single finger salute” dictionary
Obama belt buckle
Karl Marx peace out
Deconstructing Jesus – pt.4 February 22, 2008
Posted by Matt in Bible, church, deconstruction, god, philosophy, postmodernism.Tags: Bible, Biblical Interpretation, Christianity, community, deconstruction, Derrida
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Again, thank you for your comments on the last three entries.
Thusfar we have briefly explored Jacques Derrida’s claim that there is “nothing outside the text,” with the idea that the “text” in question is a metaphor for our interpretations of life experiences. In this view, everyone’s text is different based upon an individual interpretive framework. In yesterday’s entry, we looked at the idea of the “undeconstructible” concept of justice in Derrida’s philosophy, which, while affirming that reality is based upon an individual construct, opens the door to an underlying “truth”, regardless of how abstract it may be in his way of thinking.
So, what does this mean for us, as Christians, in our way of reading and studying and applying the Bible?
Though the majority of Christians affirm the Bible as the Word of God, it is obvious from the plethora of churches that they do not all arrive at the same conclusions when interpreting. Modernity brought about an isolating individualism that taught us that we could interpret the Bible for ourselves and gain a total understanding if we systematically studied it and, while it did afford people the opportunity to study and learn as they never had before, it also robbed many Christians of the communal nature of Scripture that characterized the early church. Over the centuries, the Scriptures have even been used recklessly to further the agendas of various groups – legitimizing everything from slavery to genocide. So, even though there are innumerable ways to view the same passages based on your personal interpretive lens, they cannot all be good and true. That would be logically incoherent.
So, in a world full of ideas and interpretive frameworks, what is the role of Scripture and the Church?
The role of the community must first be brought back to the forefront. This community of interpreters can then establish a context through which to interpret, by consensus, what constitutes the true text. Then, communities fix contexts and contexts determine meaning, with God as the “undeconstructible” base. Thus, the Biblical text becomes the “text” through which we view the world.
So, the Deconstructive Church makes the Biblical text central for shaping its interpretation of the world, but at the same time realizes and relishes its global nature which is characterized by diversity. It embraces tradition and history, but not traditionalism and a one-size-fits-all Christian faith. Instead we celebrate our differences and work together in love to come to a better understanding of our God.
Next week we’ll explore the idea of the Christian Faith as Metanarrative.