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Saturday, November 03, 2007


Eric


February 28: Eric
Originally uploaded by earthdog.
I miss seeing Eric everyday. Even when we were both having bad days he could put a smile on my face. Chatting with him over IM every once and a while is not the same as seeing him face to face all the time.

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Friday, March 16, 2007


More 24 and Torture

I wanted to keep Eric Laine's comments so I put them in an entry.

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"24" will not change because its creator, Joel Surnow, is a radical right-wing torture enthisiast. He is capitalizing on Americans' fear of terrorism to make money AND advance a militaristic political agenda. Anyone who is "entertained" by watching a man torture his own brother to the sound of agonizing screams should seek counselling. "24" was good for about 6 hours in 2001; in 2007 its tired, predictable rhythms combined with its reactionary message make it suitable only for those who would slow down to ponder roadkill.

From the New Yorker:

"The series, Surnow told me, is “ripped out of the Zeitgeist of what people’s fears are—their paranoia that we’re going to be attacked,” and it “makes people look at what we’re dealing with” in terms of threats to national security. “There are not a lot of measures short of extreme measures that will get it done,” he said, adding, “America wants the war on terror fought by Jack Bauer. He’s a patriot.”

For all its fictional liberties, “24” depicts the fight against Islamist extremism much as the Bush Administration has defined it: as an all-consuming struggle for America’s survival that demands the toughest of tactics. Not long after September 11th, Vice-President Dick Cheney alluded vaguely to the fact that America must begin working through the “dark side” in countering terrorism. On “24,” the dark side is on full view. Surnow, who has jokingly called himself a “right-wing nut job,” shares his show’s hard-line perspective. Speaking of torture, he said, “Isn’t it obvious that if there was a nuke in New York City that was about to blow—or any other city in this country—that, even if you were going to go to jail, it would be the right thing to do?”

http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2007/02/19/070219fa_fact_mayer

Eric Laine

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Thursday, November 02, 2006


Guest Blogger: Eric Laine

I just don't hear what the raving ciritcs & fans hear in the new Beck album, "The Information." OK, I'll say this: it is truly a capital-A Album, almost what was once called a "concept album." Except that while the songs flow naturally into one another, there's no clear concept at work here, except perhaps ecclecticism itself. No--strike that. This album, unlike many of Beck's albums, is not all that ecclectic. There's no left-turn into Brazillian jazz, deep-soul lounging, or intense electronic anthem. The songs all sound like a puree of mid-period Beck licks, complete with mumbly vocals, acoustic guitars, samples & loops.

True, the songs work together very well. Musical themes work their way through the album. It all fits together. But this strength is also its weakness: no single song on the album stands out. There is no beat or melody or style that we haven't heard from him before. The album as a whole is an enjoyable listen, but it's kinda like San Jose: there's no "there" there. You can't understand what he's talking about even when you can pick real words out of the the mush-mouth delivery.

And whatup with the sprawling Scientology-inspired spoken word astro-glide that closes the album? Seriously, whatup with that? It sounds like something Gene & I made in the basement when we were 15. Dude is taking himself WAY too seriously.

I dig "No Complaints" probably because it's the most straightforward pop song on the record. But it's a Pluto in a Beck solar system that includes Jupiters like "New Pollution," "Beercan," "Debra," "Nicotine & Gravy," "Nobody's Fault," not to mention the not-his-fault-they're-overplayed classics "Loser" & "Where It's At." What's noteworthy about "The Information" is that Beck has created a great album out of (by his stellar standards) truly mediocre songs.

Eric Laine

(Eric told me he wanted to respond to this review by a friend http://alouisianajones.blogspot.com/2006/10/rocket-powered-and-nailed-to-ground.html)

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Friday, February 03, 2006


Guest Blogger: Eric Laine

Where are the Christians?

I was raised Catholic, and attended Catholic schools almost exclusively from grade school through college. One time when I was young, I was in church with my mother and sister and a wooden cross display sitting on a window sill above me suddenly fell off and hit me on the shoulder. My mom joked that this was a sign that I would become a priest. At least I think it was a joke.

I know my mom is disappointed that I am not a Catholic today. She may feel a bit like she failed in her duty as a Catholic mother to raise a good Catholic child. She’s baffled by my agnosticism. It makes no sense to her. I don’t believe in God. That’s not to say that I believe that there’s no God. I just don’t see how any human could know one way or the other

In Catholic school, I was taught that this is why God sent Jesus, so that we might know and understand God better. Jesus said as much: “Anyone who has seen me has seen the Father. How can you say, 'Show us the Father'? Don't you believe that I am in the Father, and that the Father is in me? The words I say to you are not just my own. Rather, it is the Father, living in me, who is doing his work.” (John 14:9-11) Jesus clearly believed in God.

Over the past 5 years, we’ve been living under the leadership of an Evangelical Christian president. George W. Bush’s religious beliefs, and his demonstrated favor for those who share his beliefs, have helped bring the Evangelical Christian world view into the mainstream of American life. The election of an Evangelical Christian president is the result of a revelation within the Evangelical community: that one’s beliefs can and should affect each decision one makes. Particularly, one’s beliefs should influence one’s decisions about politics, parenting, education, marriage, opportunity, and beginning and end of life issues. That is to say, most of the pressing issues of American culture.

What good are your beliefs, your values, if you don’t put them into action?

As the fervor of faith swelled in American culture, a serious clash of values arose between my mother and me (civil liberties, the war, abortion, etc.) This totally shocked me. It baffled me that we didn’t share the same values. After all, it was she who took me to the church and sent me to the schools from which my values derive. She had raised me with Catholic values—her values—certified by actual Catholic educators (Jesuits, you understand—the real deal), and yet she seemed disappointed with the results, like I got it wrong. Did I learn the wrong lessons?

My Catholic education did not succeed in convincing me that God was real, or that Jesus was God. That makes me a heretic, I suppose. My grandmother would be horrified to hear me say something like that—which produces guilt. Welcome to Catholicism, where questioning authority is simply not tolerated! But Catholicism did teach me about ethics. Even if Jesus wasn’t God, he was one stand-up ethical guy. This is the notion of Jesus as a revolutionary, the social justice Jesus. I started to think about what Christianity looks like if you peel away the theology.

The problem with Catholicism is that it’s theology is largely invented by humans who lived centuries after Christianity’s founder died. It’s just ideas and rules made up mostly by men—regular humans who don’t know any more than any of us do about the nature of God. They even invented a concept to cover their theological asses—Papal Infallibility. Can’t argue with that! Most Catholics accept the Church’s rules and ideas about God simply because those ideas are ancient. They’ve been codified for so long, they create their own reverence. Catholics will not tolerate deviations from the Catechism. The Jesuits tortured and killed people en masse for such deviations. (So much for ethics.)

The Protestant reformation happened in part because the Catholic Church maintained a stranglehold on ideas about God—to the point of torture and murder. In a sense, Evangelical Christianity is a revolutionary movement, born out of the Protestant Reformation. One of the key ideas of this revolutionary movement was that you didn’t need a priest to mediate between you and God—to explain God’s message to you.

Evangelicals believe that a person can read the word of God, aka the Bible, and decide for him- or herself what God’s message is. Where the Evangelicals run off course is they take everything they read literally. This literalism absolves the reader from having to develop the critical and interpretive thinking that was once the sole provenance of the priest. If you state that the Bible must be taken literally, then there is no interpretation, no room for God to speak to ”me”. The fundamentalism itself becomes the mediator between me and God. This seems like replacing one priest with another.

It seems to me that true Christian fundamentalism would seek to strip away ALL mediation between human and God, especially with regard to the word of God. Since we know that the Bible was written centuries ago by other humans, each of whom had his own agenda and purpose for writing what he did, seeking the true “word of God” would naturally focus on what Jesus actually said. That would seem to me to be more fundamental to Christian faith than say, the letters of Paul. After all, who is Paul to interpret the meaning and significance of Jesus’ words and work? Just another priest.

Many early Christian writings were simply collections of sayings of Jesus (see the Gospel of Thomas). We know from non-Biblical historical references that Jesus was a real human, and he said things that people took to be important, and eventually many of the things he said were written down. I suppose the accuracy of these sayings is a matter of, um, faith. But I think you can set aside the question of whether the historical Jesus actually said all of these things and focus on the wisdom that these ancient texts display. If you want to get to the heart of Christianity, the truly fundamental essence of following Christ, I think you have to look at the actual words attributed to Jesus and disregard the theological designs created by humans who followed centuries later.

Jesus spoke mainly on two topics: social justice and ethics, and the nature of the divine. Now since I understand Jesus to be human, I generally take his statements about divinity as mysterious poetry, intended to reveal parts of a world beyond human understanding. This is why many of the sayings of Jesus are so inscrutable, and seem to align themselves with ideas found in other world religions. These theological sayings point toward some universal experience that is beyond human. We tend to refer to this experience as God.

But while this divinity talk is interesting, cosmic, and to some even life-affirming and emotionally satisfying, to me it seems ultimately of little use in our daily lives. Maybe something magical happens after we die, maybe something magical can happen while we’re still alive (mushrooms? voodoo? yoga?), but I am more interested in social justice and ethical issues that affect the way people live right now.

Evangelical Christians talk a lot about moral values, explaining that these values are derived from Jesus, who has personally saved each and every one of them. “What would Jesus do?” is the bumper-sticker distillation of this concept. Now that the Evangelicals have a strong voice in American culture, they relish in their opportunity to introduce Jesus’ values into the American mainstream. So why are we not seeing the results of their efforts in the form of a more just and ethical society? Is it because the atheists, homosexuals, and feminists are working so hard against the faithful?

Based on the text of the Gospels alone, the ethical and social justice values of Jesus (as opposed to the theological values), are radically inclusive. They work for faithful Christians as well as they do for non-believers. Love your neighbor, turn the other cheek, help the poor, forgive those who trespass against you. Most people will say that trying to adhere to principles like these is absurd and unrealistic. These values seem simplistic, and Jesus delivers the message with such grace and confidence, they almost seem easy.

The trouble is, these values are INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT TO LIVE BY, especially in the abundance of modern America. That is the true challenge of Christianity. Jesus himself said that if you follow his teachings, you will be persecuted, you will be poor, you will be tempted endlessly, and you will suffer at the hands of those in power. The reward is supposed to be the satisfaction of living ethically, even if it means you’ll be lynched like a Jew trying to help black Southerners vote.

Jesus never said that following him would be easy. In fact, it’s so difficult that in my observation, almost nobody does it. If every Christian in America took the words of Jesus seriously (as opposed to literally) and acted accordingly, this country would be transformed. That America might actually have a chance of becoming the beacon of freedom, the light in the darkness, that George W. Bush says it is. All it would require from Christians is sincerity.

For example, take the economy. American capitalism encourages and rewards greed. Greed is the engine that drives our nation. Anyone who participates in this greed engine cannot call himself or herself a Christian, can they? Greed is not a Christian value. Yet America depends upon it. Accumulation of wealth and social status is the prime incentive for people to create products and services for the American marketplace. But wealth accumulation is not a valid incentive for a Christian, is it? A Christian would be motivated by, say, working to ensure medical coverage for all American children. Jesus viewed wealth with distrust at best. He regarded greed as a sin. How can a Christian work to support an engine of greed that infects every aspect of American life with money?

Over the last five years or so, I have often loudly lamented the “invasion” of the public forum by self-righteous Evangelical Christians. For a while, it seemed to me that the Christians had taken over, or even that they had always been in control. Having re-examined my own Catholic roots by focusing on Jesus’ advice for an ethical life, I now understand that the Christians have not taken over America. In fact, I don’t think there are any Christians in America at all.

If there are, please help us.

Eric Laine

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Friday, July 11, 2003


Travel Notes 7/11/03

Home and Home

Last week I was talking with Cool Eric about home. He just got back from visiting his family in central Pennsylvania. His most of his extended family is all in one area. They all live within a day drive or Redding. He feels like he is expected to move back there. He feels like the east coast is calling him. He wants to be close to his family, but he feels some conflict because of this.

Many of my friends from the East Coast have told me that their parents expect them to move back there. They are all about my age and have come out here to find their way in the world. There family understands that, but they are still wondering when they are going to come back.

To me, it does not really matter to me what my sisters think. They can think that I should move back, but they have no say in the matter. I understand that they miss me, but they are not responsible for me. They cannot help me make my life. I am jealous that they get to hang out with each other so much, but that is just the cost of living out west.

The only people that I really care what they think is my parents. I feel that I have a strong connection with them. My mother thinks I have to make the world for myself. They do not need me to live close to them to be close to them. This makes me feel good. I think that my relationship with my father is as good as it ever was.

I am not sure where I will end up. I might stay in San Jose or end up in another city. One idea I have is to live in a row home in Philadelphia. I might find my way back here. I might go on to a whole other city.

Family

Last night was my mother's birthday dinner. It was a great dinner. We had two of my favorite foods, corn on the cob and baked potatoes. I really love having big dinners with my family. There is always so much good food to eat. My family knows how to love food.

Dinners are also great because the people. We do not get together often enough. There are so many little conversations going on at the same time. I wanted to just sit and wait to hear people talk. There was just so much going on.

We took lots of pictures. We took so many pictures that we used all the up all of the patience the kids had. They did not want to stand still for the pictures. It is funny to think about all those pictures.

I do not know when I will get another night with my family like this.

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Sunday, June 23, 2002


Saturday Party

Yesterday Eric had a first birthday party for his son Nick. I was happy to be invited to the event. I was more then happy to go after the good time I had I my birthday party. If Eric is going to host a party, I am going to go. I am always looking for a good reason to get out of my apartment.

I stayed at Eric's place until midnight last night. I am usually in the group of people that need to get kicked out at the end of the night. A lot of Eric's friends are also like that. They are the kind of people that want to hand out until all the food and beer is gone. Usually that means the next morning.

I like Eric's friends, but they are intimidating. They seem to be so close to each other. They seem to have so much history with each other. It is like they have known each other forever. They are very nice and very open, but I feel there is a real core that I will never have a chance to poke though. I wish I had a group of friends around here like that. I would like to hang out with them more often, but I am not sure how to do that without forcing myself on them. It is the feeling that I always get when it comes to friends.

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Monday, May 27, 2002


Not Quite my Birthday

My friend Eric hosted a birthday party for my on Saturday. I had told him how I wanted to have a party, but I had no where to throw it. He said he and his wife would be happy to host it at their house. There is no way I could have a party at my apartment. It is barely big enough to have a guest over.

Eric and I worked out a deal. I would spring for the BBQ and Beer, he would provide the place and the vegetables. We started planning for the party over a month ago. I have been really excited the last couple of days. I just could not wait for the day to get here.

The party kicked off at two. I like afternoon parties. They seem to capture my mood. I hate waiting all day for a party to begin. I prefer to start in the afternoon and go all night. I am usually the person that other people need to kick out of a party. This is a good thing for my own party. You know I want to be there the whole time.

Most of the people that said they would show up, came to the party. I am a little upset that a couple people did not show. My big fear was that no one would show up. It would just be Eric and myself with a lot of beer to drink. I am thankful that fear did not come true.

It was great to get my friends together. The sad thing is that most of them are TiVo people. I know I spend most of my time there. I would still like a wider base of friends, but I just do not seem to get out there and meet people. There are a lot of my friends that I know on in a one-on-one context. I know that did not have the greatest time mixing. It was hard to spend time with them while a lot of things where going on.

It was a cool party. Most of the party consisted of eating, drinking, and talking. To me this is the making of a great party. I felt really odd opening the gifts in front of people. I felt kind of dumb showing everyone the gifts. I was trying to avoid that, but people insisted I open the gifts. It would have been easier if there was a cake.

Most of the people left around sundown. It was just a handful of us hard core people. At one point two of Eric's friends striped naked and got into the hot tub. I stood there and thought to myself, when will the the next time I have the change to get in a hot tub with two beautiful, naked, twenty-something women. Knowing that answers a little too well, I striped and got into the hot tub. While I was sitting in the hot tube with three other naked people Eric said, "now you really look like Californians. Just about everyone left at the party when naked hot tubbing at some point after that.

I had a great time at the party, but it did not feel like my birthday. I did not feel that sense that all of that we just for me. It is hard to explain. It did not feel like birthday parties from the past. It might be because I am no longer a kid. I am just about to turn 30. I am still really happy I had the party.

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Thursday, May 09, 2002


Big in Portugal

There is a joke in the movie Singles where Matt Dillon tells a reporter that his band is big in Portugal. The gag is that everyone knows he is lying. At another point in the movie he has convinced himself it is true.

My friend Eric is in a band named Here Are The Facts You Requested. They worked a record deal with Testing Ground, a record company in Spain. Eric never met the guy before, but they guy hear a song off the web site and he wanted to make a deal. I think that is really cool. One day Eric might be big in Portugal

If you are wondering, 15 Euros is about 13 US. That is cheaper then I can it is on Amazon.

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Thursday, May 02, 2002


Picture of the Day

Now that I have this camera, I want to start putting a new picture up everyday. I have already taken 100 pictures with this camera. Only about a dozen look any good.

This is my friend Eric. This picture fits much of my mental picture of Eric.

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