the tingly white glow
Jesus said, "yo, I stand at your door and knock. If anyone let's me in, we're gonna burn some herbs and check out the tingly white glow." rev 3:20
Who translated that book? A committee of old uptight european white men, perhaps? I'm sure they're smart people with lots of language skills - and lots of theological opinions that have been honed through years of study. But what if those centuries of layers of head-speak have taken us further and further away from what really happened back then, and we've built a whole religion around our opinions?
You might be thinking that I was just burning some herb myself. Well I was burning a cigarette, and the smoke blew right into my sleeping neighbor's window. I had a sense that that would happen, but I came up with some good explainations in my head that begged to differ. "I'll hold it away, I'll blow it away, I'll wave it away." I retranslated the book. Sure enough, I heard him rumbling around in there fumbling with the shutters, trying to get his window closed.
I wanted to have my experience of coffee and cigarettes in the garden while typing on my wireless notebook. It always looks so cool when you see people computing in exotic places in the magazine photos. But I probably don't look too serene, because I'm squinting to see the screen. I think I'll just sit back and enjoy the tingly white glow.
Who translated that book? A committee of old uptight european white men, perhaps? I'm sure they're smart people with lots of language skills - and lots of theological opinions that have been honed through years of study. But what if those centuries of layers of head-speak have taken us further and further away from what really happened back then, and we've built a whole religion around our opinions?
You might be thinking that I was just burning some herb myself. Well I was burning a cigarette, and the smoke blew right into my sleeping neighbor's window. I had a sense that that would happen, but I came up with some good explainations in my head that begged to differ. "I'll hold it away, I'll blow it away, I'll wave it away." I retranslated the book. Sure enough, I heard him rumbling around in there fumbling with the shutters, trying to get his window closed.
I wanted to have my experience of coffee and cigarettes in the garden while typing on my wireless notebook. It always looks so cool when you see people computing in exotic places in the magazine photos. But I probably don't look too serene, because I'm squinting to see the screen. I think I'll just sit back and enjoy the tingly white glow.
posted by Neal at 7:31 AM EST
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