Religion and the banning of books

I don’t usually go into religion on this blog, mostly because I’m a big ol’ wuss and don’t want to cause problems, but Writtenwyrdd’s post about books banned from school libraries made me think. I hope this comes out semi-coherently.

Wyrdd says about the banned books,

And the main factor appears to be, once again, religious intolerance.  As in, you must believe exactly as I do, and I’ll ensure that by giving you nothing to change your mind.  Which, as anyone who has studied any history at all knows, will not work.  In fact, suppression of ideas tends to have the opposite effect than the one desired!

And I agree. Suppression of ideas makes those ideas even more desirable to rebellious teenagers. If they want to really suppress them, the more  effective method would be to simply feign indifference.

However, you can see why these book banners would worry about education leading people away from church. In a fit of serendipity, this article about why one man walked away from Christianity came across my desktop immediately after I commented on Wyrdd’s post. The main reason he gives for leaving is that Christianity just doesn’t make sense. Actually that the existence of God himself doesn’t make sense. That the only reason people believe in any god is because they were indoctrinated in their particular religion as children. (And looking at it objectively, that’s mostly true, isn’t it?) Religion is humanity’s way of explaining the as-yet unexplained, and as science provides plausible explanations for the things we used to take on faith (as in the battle between creationism and evolution, and don’t get me started on that) a modern person absolutely has to reconcile scientific knowledge with faith if they are to continue to embrace the Bible.

So to come back around to my point, yeah, education can transform the idea of God, and for many it disproves God’s existence. Honestly? I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing. I believe in God, not as separate entity looking down upon us, but as part of us. Our life essence. Our selves. God does not need us to believe in God. I don’t believe in Hell or being “saved” in the Christian sense, and I’m obviously not the only one. There’s a shift in social consciousness coming about, and banning books which express different ideas is just a way to maintain a way of life that is losing its hold on dominance, just as we do at every major social shift. We’ll settle down into a new way, and when that one goes we’ll likely hold on just as tightly. It’s what we do.

Curiosity

First of all, I’d just like to know who ran over me with a truck while I slept last night. Anyone wanna fess up? I didn’t feel like I worked that hard, so why do I hurt so bad? And of course it’s not the muscles aching, which would indicate some real exercise, only my miserable joints. Ugh.

The weekend blurred all together like one long day. During one waking part of that long day, we dismantled our chain-link fence, only large enough for the tiniest of dogs, and perpetually in the way. It was relatively easy to get apart — not rusted together or anything — and the kids helped by rolling up the fencing and pulling apart the tubes. They even helped carry it all to the junk pile behind the shed. I think I’ll give it away on Freecycle. I wish we’d done it a long time ago. Having that eye sore gone really opens it up, makes the back yard park-like instead of prison-like.

Something else cool that happened this weekend: I got the short story I’m to edit for the final test in my job application with the e-publisher. I’m learning already. Did you know that to create an EM dash in Word, all you have to do is hit Cntrl/Alt/number pad minus? Without that little tidbit, I think you have to find the special characters menu, and blah blah blah. Tedium in spades. Anyway, I send this first round back on June 14. If they publish the story with my edits, they’ll offer me a contract and I’ll start getting royalties on this first story.

You know, I really like knowing all sides of anything I’m involved with. When I worked at Sonic as a teenager, I begged them to teach me every job, even how to clean the grill and make onion rings. The other kids were, like, “Why would you WANT to know how to do more work? Now Derrick will make you do everything.” I didn’t care. I loved knowing all the ins and outs of a drive-in burger joint. I loved being able to do any job in there.

Same thing when I worked at a sewing factory. I took any opportunity to learn a new job at the boss’s request, and sometimes pestered people to let me practice on their machines at break times. The jobs I couldn’t physically do, I watched and learned. And with every boyfriend I ever had, I took on his interests. That’s how I learned about meteorology, and how to work on cars, and basic woodworking, and how to process marijuana into smokeable form (something I could have lived without knowing).

I guess that’s why I enjoy Deadliest Catch and How It’s Made, and not so much Survivor or The Bachelor. It’s why I used to explore abandoned houses as a kid, and ask strangers unusual questions as an adult. I just want to know, is all.

I wish you all a happy, good week.

That reset button is a sticky little sucker.

I’ve spent the past six months or so hitting the ol’ reset button. (Search on “reset” to find related posts.) It’s a sticky little sucker, and I have to hit it several times before it takes. This is my year of renewal, my year for re-evaluating my priorities, my year for growing a backbone and becoming my own woman.

I hope.

I’ve been trying new things, like editing, and letting go of things which don’t serve me, like an unhealthy preoccupation with what other people want of me (still working on this one, but it’s getting easier). I’m tired of fighting. There’s such an attitude of “go get what you want, no matter what! Don’t let anything get in your way! You can do it if you never give up!” in this world that I wondered why it wasn’t working for me. I’m a really tenacious person, taking those sentiments to heart. I’ve spent the first half of my life wondering why I couldn’t make things happen like Trump or Oprah. So I decided since taking the path of most resistance wasn’t working, I’d try to take the maligned path of least resistance.

Well now I forgot where I was going with this.

I think I was going to talk about my writing attitudes. Before, I always wrote to please someone else. I listened to other people’s advice, and as you know, there is a lot of it on the Internet, consumed and regurgitated over and over without thought. Tried to please everyone, you know? And half–no, most of the time I had to guess at what people wanted–readers, agent, potential editors, critters, family. Each of them seemed to want a different thing, and it was impossible to please everybody. Froze me up. Too much resistance.

Well, I’ve had almost two months of forced time off. When I first broke my finger, it didn’t seem real that I wouldn’t be able to truly write until it healed. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I was really angry at first, had major withdrawals, not only from the book itself but also from the idea of writing. God, that was hard.

Now I see I should have done this a long time ago, but I was too busy trying not to let anyone down, including my dream. I wish I hadn’t forced Fate to break my finger and my laptop in order to get me to reset this aspect of my life. But now I feel cleaner, like I might actually enjoy writing when I get the chance to start up again, and it makes my eyes well up to feel that love again.

Anyway, that’s my ramble. Have a good weekend.

P.S. Got tired of scrapers stealing my content, so I’m syndicating only an excerpt till I see if it helps. Sorry for the inconvenience.

On My Reader

Maybe it’s been a while since you visited the Sherri Blossoms site or maybe not, but did you notice the widget to the left of here called “On My Reader”? It’s something I used to have on an old template, but for some reason it stopped working and I gave up. A few weeks ago I revived it and lo, it worked! It contains links to new posts every day, mostly from agents and editors. I expected folks to click through to those blogs but it hasn’t been happening, so I figure nobody’s noticed it. Lots of good advice for writers cycling through the widget. Keep checking back.

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How do I get one?” Darcknyt asks. Well, they don’t come pre-made for WordPress.com, but I can tell you how I made mine using Google reader. WordPress has an RSS widget, but the RSS you use must be made public so it’ll pick it up. Here’s how to do that, in way too much detail.

(This assumes you want to use a folder other than the “Shared Items” folder, which is already on there. You can just use that one if you don’t already use it for something else.)

Okay.

  1. Log in to Google Reader and go into Settings, then the “subscriptions” tab.
  2. Pick one of the feeds you want to share and click on “Change folders.” Scroll down the drop-down menu and click on “new folder,” then name your folder.
  3. Now that the folder is in your list, you can go down the list and check the boxes of all the blogs you want to share. Go up to the drop-down “More actions” menu, and select the folder you just created. Now all the blogs you selected will be in that folder.
  4. Click the “Folders and Tags” tab, click the RSS icon next to “private”  to change it to “public.” (I had to refresh the page to make my test folder show up.) You have to make it public, or it won’t show up in the widget, as far as I can tell.
  5. Click “view public page” for the folder you just made public and copy the URL.
  6. Now log in to WordPress and go to your widgets. Find the widget called RSS and drag it to your sidebar. Paste in the URL for the folder
  7. Give it a snazzy title, select the options within the RSS widget, save it and you’re done.

Any questions?