Today I made an awesome comment on Brenda’s blog (which IÂ stole fromÂ the about-to-be-mentioned movie) and I think it went over everyones head (except Rob, because I showed itÂ to him).Â So, in honour of one of the finest films, The Big Lebowski, how about a few quotes:
The Dude: Walter, what is the point? Look, we all know who is at fault here, what the fuck are you talking about?
Walter Sobchak: Huh? No, what the fuck are you… I’m not… We’re talking about unchecked aggression here, dude.
Donny: What the fuck is he talking about?
The Dude: My rug.
Walter Sobchak: Forget it, Donny, you’re out of your element!
The Dude: Walter, the chinaman who peed on my rug, I can’t go give him a bill, so what the fuck are you talking about?
Walter Sobchak: What the fuck are you talking about? The chinaman is not the issue here, Dude. I’m talking about drawing a line in the sand, Dude. Across this line, you DO NOT… Also, Dude, chinaman is not the preferred nomenclature. Asian-American, please.
The Dude: Walter, this isn’t a guy who built the fucking railroads here. This is a guy…
Walter Sobchak: What the fuck are you talking about?
The Dude: Walter, he peed on my rug!
Donny: He peed on the Dude’s rug.
Walter Sobchak: Donny you’re out of your element!
Walter Sobchak: Nihilists! Fuck me. I mean, say what you like about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it’s an ethos.
Walter Sobchak: Fucking Germans. Nothing changes. Fucking Nazis.
Donny: They were Nazis, Dude?
Walter Sobchak: Oh, come on Donny, they were threatening castration! Are we gonna split hairs here?
Over the last week Leah has kept me up on numerous occassions so that we might discuss abortion…
She’s currently writing a paper on it.Â Did I have you worried for a second?Â Hope I did.Â Suckers!Â
First, we stayed up reading an essay by some Thomson lady–a solid essay.Â Then as Leah(/we) has stuggled to come up with a thesis and an opinion on abortion to then write about has been very difficult.Â I have to admit that prior to actually reading/knowing anything about abortion I have been in the pro-choice category, specifically because I believe a woman has the right to control her own body.Â Now, if you had asked me why I don’t think I would have an answer–aside from some half-baked, pseudo feminist response.Â On the other hand, even though I believe in the pro-choice model, I would have to say that it would be the last thing I would ever want for someone and I don’t think that it is necessarilyÂ moral (in non-life threatening situations).
So, I think Leah and I have gone through a little bit of a process in the past week.Â Trying to understand what we think.Â I guess I still feel the same way as I did before, but now I feel a bit more prepared to answer the question.Â Last night, Leah came in (I was already snuggled-down) and wanted to talk about her essay.Â She said something like I can’t think of a time when abortion can be moral (again leaving out life-threatening situations).Â And I said, so what?Â It would be worse for the state to control a persons body.Â (More immoral, perhaps?)Â Just because something is immoral doesn’t mean it’s wrong.Â Now hear this people, there are few things I love more in this world than a paradox.Â And academically, I love it the most.
During World War 2, Dietrich Bonhoeffer was involved in a conspiracy to assassinate Hitler.Â MorallyÂ -Â wrong.Â But, would anyone say he wasn’t right for trying? I know he struggled with it.
Today, I have an answer, but I don’t know how settling it is.
I read last night at a small bistro with a crackling speaker and a mic from the 70s.Â It went well.
This weekend I made ginger snaps.Â I burnt the first batch.Â The second turned out very nicely.
Do you remember that post I made?Â It was a couple months ago.Â I think it was about something important.Â I didn’t mean to forget about it.Â Life sort of just… went on.Â Oh, I remember.Â I think.Â Was it about the States?Â Did something happen in the States?Â Maybe a couple of years ago?Â Where was I?Â Hmmm… in a drama class at the University I think.
This morning a large sport utility vehicle pasted me as I walked down Centre Street Bridge.Â On the back of the grand black Ford Explorer, was a worn and cracked decal: “NEVER FORGET 9/11″.Â
Since that post, I honestly haven’t given 9/11 more than a moment or two of thought since that blog and I probably won’t think about again until next year.
If I were to put a decal on my car, which I wouldn’t, it might say Cogito ergo sum.Â People would probably think I was pretty smart.Â There is a vehicle in the next buildings lot, whose liscense plate is “I EXIST”.Â I like that one too.Â There I go forgetting… again.Â Or is it just ignoring?