New Friends, Family and Zombies
by Daine on Jul.20, 2005, under Austin, Church, Friends
I have some new friends! That is a big deal when you are married and rarely get out of the house. These guys are all in a band called the professional Americans. They rock. So James Jason and Corbin have just moved to our fare city to expand the waistline of their bands pants and they are all going to our church. That is great because the new worship guy Eddie needs a great band to back him up. Corbin has blog on here to. Scroll down to a picture of a house I am guessing they seen while here in the ATX finding a place to live. I thought it was kind of back woods MO funny. It is like a house made onto a bus. The whole thing made me think of Bolder City and this place my grandpa used to have out there. I loved this old trailer w/no phone and this big Texaco sign that had been welded into a table. My gramps is buried on a hillside opposite this old place. The trailer has long since been torn down and now I think it has some cows grazing there.
I remember going out there one early fall morning with my Pop in his old truck. There used to be a tiny little store there on the corner and we would get grape soda and Rocky road candy bars. Sweet memories.
It is amazing to me how much I can love where I came from and feel no present connection to it other than the same feeling you get when you see a movie. Every one would have a different movie and mine would have elements O’ Brother where the heck are ya’. Thanks for letting me get all misty for a second. Do you ever wonder though what our ancestors would be like if they were in our situations? I think would my Holiness Pentecostal Grandfather get why I am doing what I am? Could he accept me in my post Christian environment?
Yeah this all goes over like a ham sandwich in a synagogue with my mom. I asked her what she thought in the same context. Maybe my tone was too condescending. I don’t mean to make it like a sci-fi movie and we are crossing the bridge to see the “elders” that are like Zombies that are so just, dead and I wish I could shake them awake. No I wish I could transform my self into a leader they would follow. They follow like Hitler’s Generals, no problem. If I could some how get back into the image. I could even stop wearing my hair cool and I would lead them slowly out. It would have to be so carefully executed as to never reveal what was going on. I would hate to cause a revert. We have seen reversions, * they never go well. It would be bad if that happened it could become Militant. I don’t want to get hurt, heck no I am anti war. Let me say that I did not have either a W or a W-crossed through on my car. It just looks like it is a side taken. Are you Blue or grey? What they freed the saves? Great oden’s Raven! Democrats-Republicans, Sinners-Saints, Super doper Saints – lower case saints. I do what I believe not necessarily what the crowd of people with cars like me do! I have indecently never seen a Volvo wagon with a pro-Busch sticker. And if you drive a Suburban and you are Democrat that is just funny to me.
Ok I have to go now. I am gonna be in so much trouble.
July 20th, 2005 on 7:01 pm
Aww! What a great picture! (Since Daine didn’t say it, I’ll point out that that is his Pop he mentioned.) I know what you mean about wanting to start a covert revolution. That thought has crossed my mind too. They are soooo paranoid about “worldly influences” though, I really don’t think it could ever happen. I once gave semi-serious thought to maintaining “the standard” and trying to go back and teach at OBI for that very reason. Then I decided that was dumb. I needed to just live my life according to my own convictions. I wonder sometimes, though if that is what Bro. Holmes was trying to do…
And speaking of the Old Home Place…I think Becky & Billy bought that trailer. I know they bought a trailer that had been on that property. Maybe there was more than one, though. They lived in it as newly-weds out on my grandparents’ property. It’s not there any more though. I guess they sold it. One time one of my brothers got fermented orange pop out of the soda machine at that store in Boulder City. Hah! That’s how much business they were doing.
I think we need to start a campaign to get Jamie to blog. Wouldn’t that be fun, too? Brian has a blog, but he never writes in it. He is Theoron.
July 21st, 2005 on 11:00 am
ryc: *laughing* yep, two weeks! that’s freakin long, I know. I’m a secretary for a heating oil company – not crazy complicated, just A LOT of computer work and paper work.. so yeah, anyway, what do you do? I hear what you’re saying about wanting to be at a more progressed position.. where would you wanna be? just farther along?
I’m starting as an art student in the fall… we’ll see where that takes me
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Thanks for the comment!
July 21st, 2005 on 11:35 am
hey, thanks for subbing!
July 21st, 2005 on 5:50 pm
ryc: I appreciate your candor. What am I afraid of? I’m assuming you mean why did I not report him (let me know if I’m wrong). I didn’t report him ’cause I knew I was leaving in a matter of months and my file would have likely cost him his career, and he’s got a wife and three kids. And to be honest, I wasn’t sure what you meant by “that probably just means it is worth it”….
I’m fine with men enjoying beautiful woman (I enjoy being enjoyed), but that’s the antithesis of what he does – objectifies.
And I did end up saying something to the girl and am really glad I did. You’re right – if she woulda been into him, then there’s nothing I could have said… or would have wanted to say for that matter.
*laughing* and blackmail, huh?? I’ll keep it in mind for the skeezey professors at MU ;o)
Thanks again for your honesty – it’s cool!
July 21st, 2005 on 10:09 pm
I kinda wish you would get rid of that Drummers Blogring because the name is messing up your column width. I shouldn’t care, but it’s bugging me. I hate when people put useless symbols in front of their user name or blog ring names just so they will appear closer the the top of the alphabetical list. It’s my pet peeve. Sorry to gripe to you.
Here are some alternatives:
Drumming is FUN
Drums, Drums and oh Yeah More Drums
people who play Drums are freaks
Just some ideas. Those blogrings won’t screw up your blogring module because they have a name with no spaces.
actually do whatever you want to do. You don’t have to change it just cuz I’m picky. I also hate when people put music on their sites cuz it screws with my Mac, but I don’t generally complain to them. I only feel free to complain to you b/c you are my life-long pal.
July 22nd, 2005 on 10:43 am
ryc: *laughing* I love it! Right as they step inside your church! And yeah, your advice is welcome, so no worries there… although I don’t think you were too worried
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Thanks for expounding… I thought a LOT about reporting him and was set on it… frankly, I wanted to see him get burnt.. bad. And I was really ready to get rid of the job (other reasons) and that would have been a perfect excuse. But the more I thought about it and talked to a few trusted friendss, there were some valid reasons I saw not to “officially” say anything (if I was afraid of him, that would be an entirely different story). But all he’s done is be disgusting, and although there are rules of conduct in the workplace, I couldn’t justify reporting him because of what kind of affect that would have had on him (maybe that’s silly) AND compounded by the fact that he’d gotten the message and begun to leave me alone. My primary concern was for whomever replaced me, which is the main reason I talked to the girl, my manager, and someone in the staffing agency (supplies the replacements) in the first place. So yeah… I did what I thought was best, and that’s as much as I can do. Oh and no, he’s not Spanish or Latino or anything but a nasty old white guy.
Thanks again for the frankness.. so appreciated!
July 22nd, 2005 on 4:34 pm
Oh holy crap daine, your description of my mom’s “Look” made me laugh out loud. You are so right. I guarantee you that what she was trying to convey was disappointment (not that you were nothing like your dad, etc.) That one Look coupled with Meaningful Silence Punctuated By Sighs is what has kept me from “coming out” for so many years. I am terrified of being on the receiving end of that aweful look. Funny thing is, I know how to give it too. I only do it with small annoying children. Maybe I should try it on Saki.
Actually, I have made a very conscious effort not to be the passive aggressive manipulator. But that was freaking hilarious.
I did tell you I finally told my mom I wear pants, didn’t I? If not, go back and read my blog entries from June 8 and later. I just now added you to my protected list, so there might be some there you couldn’t see before. Sorry I forgot to add you eariler. I use the protected feature a fair amount, so I can keep tabs on who reads certain things that really have no meaning to anyone but me and possibly people from my past…or certain family members.
July 23rd, 2005 on 11:11 pm
Hey. It made me feel normal to read your blog. While I did not come from a holiness background that is as strict as your own, I often wonder if they would be accepting of me. I actually find some contextual theology done by second generation immigrants helpful in this respect (i.e. not being fully accepted by the elders or even the “receptor” culture). But anyway … thanks.
August 21st, 2005 on 6:59 am
At least ya’ll are braver at ‘coming out” than I was…my whole life would have been different—no doubt—down to every single choice if i would have had the guts to act on some of my questions sooner. it is tough to go against your family when your grandpa is a pentecostal preacher and when your whole life revolves around the church; not that you had a bad life, just a very narrow one, with few choices; what kills me is that some who wanted out of it are now putting their children back into it; what gives with that?