Another day without exercise or meditation but I continue to pray. Breakfast of sticky buns and coffee. I’m reading Justo Gonzalez’ History of Christianity. I read a chapter or two then put it down. So sad reading the hundred years of Christian persecution until Emperor Trajan essentially said what the army said about homosexuality. We’re only persecute it if it’s in our face. Then a chapter on the apologists. I’m enjoying this because it exposes the false perceptions about Christianity but also details the essential Christianity. It’s ironic Christians were called Aetheists because they worshiped an ‘unseen God’. Plato and Socrates spoke of a purer idea and Logos , the word is consistent with star stuff and the universal genetic code of all. Science and the Big Bang today are so spiritual. I remember being ecstatic learning the Periodic Tables in chemistry and later holographs.
I’m also reading Malorie Cooper’s, How Wearing Leggings Changed My Life. She’s a science fiction writer from Saskatchewan who has come out about her transgenderism. I’m loving her fascination with fabrics and identify so much so with the smooth and silky feeling. I would read sci fiction as a child and loved this one series with blue aliens and the human explorers had these body suits that were sensuously smooth but totally flexible and like another layer of skin but impervious to harm, with self heating features that allowed the wearer to step into outer space and also travel on any planet with this circular clear lightweight helmut.
I loved the sarong in the tropics and wearied of all the heavy parkas and clothing that were required in the north. I’m not surprised that someone from Saskatchewan would find an interest in easy clothing. I like functionality. I love jeans on motorcycles and wool pants hunting. I really appreciate the rough clothing for rough work but have never really liked men’s clothing in the workplace for many years. Back in my 20’s and 30’s especially in the dance world and theatre and television I felt men’s clothing had promise but when I moved into the sciences there was this emphasis on ‘drab’ and a constant attempt by people to dress like the lawyers whose clothing was a kind of pseudo military drab. They called it ‘power wear’. I have had jackets and slacks made from thousands of dollars fabrics but it always seems boring compared to the freer female wear. So I’m enjoying Malorie Cooper’s , How wearing leggings changed my life. It reminded me immediately when my leading fashionista patient told me about spandex laced jeans and overnight I was wearing them with joy, no longer fighting against my clothing to move. I’ve become lazy and sore with age so appreciate all the help fashion can give.
I was listening to a church service earlier too, enjoying the love of God and celebration of the teaching of Jesus. I just never saw God or Jesus focusing on sex like the perverts in some congregation. Family was celebrated by Christians. I truly believe that growing up as a child in church with a church attending Christian family was one of the greatest gifts. Yet feminism struck and I married non Christian women. At first we didn’t want children young so opted for birth control. Then the feminists put careers and that feminist girl control of sex and all the restriction on sex and all the men are wrong, women are right, estrogen versus testosterone, and testosterone is bad, and all the laws against men, and really it was awful. The girls were into threesomes with lawyers hidden under every bed and sex was utterly unlawful if it was heterosexual. The College of Physicians and Surgeons registrars claimed ‘women don’t lie about sex’ . Overnight men were the persecuted object in Canada. Smug is the word that best describes modern feminism. Arrogance,smug, controlled and mean, everyone offended and always offensive. I was affected. I lost respect for the Christian church when it joined the Communist rage of cultural marxism. All the abortions and me first mentality. Well maybe it’s just flip the coin. The worst of men acted like that in some past now the worst of women act like that. In between there’s all of us bumbling around. I would rather be alone with my dog in the woods than go to any social function with unknown women who could be offended. Laura and so many great women I know are the exception but it saddens me that women collectively have preferred Justin Trudeau, the pervert and chauvinist who says feminist to your face while diddling little girls behind the lawyer’s back.
Children were also the social police. They define the adult’s behaviour most days most of the time. Gilbert encourages a different behaviour from me. Added to that mother knows right and again the gynocentric society labelled males as dirty and pornographic and women as motherly. But now we have Fifty Shades of Grey, Benzhazi Hillary in her pant suits and Feminism as Abortion and anti male.
I’m all beat up and just trying to do the right thing. Meanwhile my ex was finally trying to kill me and kill herself and me and the whole of the world doesn’t get the ‘borderline’ !!! I specialized in it, the cultural equivalent of suicide bombers and victim warriors. Covert and Overt Aggression. Then I worked in jails and asylums with male and female psychopaths and sociopaths. There’s simply not enough time and resources to fix stupid. So I turned back to God.
God isn’t interested in genitals. God doesn’t care if men and women have anal oral or genital intercourse. Clearly there are varying health benefits. But a lot of biblical wisdom was simply good health practice in the day. Hence don’t eat pork in dessert countries. Hygiene is a modern aspect of the religion of sciences and medicine. It’s interesting considering ‘washing’ is good and bad. Recent state promoted hand washing rituals have a negative consequence of increasing risk of transmission of disease unless we are using oils to replace the natural oils which protect against microbe transmission.
Laura and Gilbert just returned from another walk. I”ve showered. I’ve actually got shorts and tshirt on and had another cup of coffee. I remember when Dad read the Winnipeg Free PRess cover to cover and it was considered an education in the day. For years I enjoyed Sunday morning reading the New York Times cover to cover I had shipped into Winnipeg. Later I’d read the Manchester Guardian Weekly religiously overseas and Science and NEJM and I even loved listening to Barbara From on CBC. That was back before the media was hijacked by communists and corporate fear mongering interests. I have even given up on much of the BBC in the last decade as it fell like CBC to sharia communist propaganda and censorship. I read from a dozen competing sources today to get the news having acquired a sixth sense for propaganda.
I’ve this new interest in ‘little bird’ photography,thoug. It excites me. I’ve been into photography since my Dad interested me as a child. I got my first RICOH dual lens and Dad converted the old ice hut for me to have a real dark room in the basement in my early teens. . I’d be my year book and school photographer and go on to take pictures for the newspapers and compete, even doing some weddings and portraits, but always interested in nature. I‘ve been getting paid for photography since I was a teen. Never enough to quit my day time job but certainly enough to pay for dark room equipment and advanced camera lens.
The cost of colour photography was prohibitve so I didn’t continue with the color darkroom and while I had Pentax, Canon and Nikon SLRs wit colour, I’d just pretty much snap pictures. I was writing and publishing stories across canada and sometimes internationally so would include photographs I’d taken. My polar bear and beluga whale photos from Hudson Bay were incorporated into the government tourism guides for Manitoba. I sold a lot of pictures to companies for advertising purposes. My photos of the Northern Medical Unit stint became part of the university’s recruitment. I even had portrait pictures back then that were used in corporate offices and placed on university walls. I really did have a gift for portraiture which I think was part of my psychiatrist ability to see the best in people.
Such things come and go. I became interested in video more and have endless films of sailing and hiking and mountain climbing and vacations. Lots of scenery and wildlife and less people. Beginning in my 40’s I was more alone and less in a crowd. Then when I joined AA I stopped taking pictures of all the parties and dances and people I was with simply because of the anonymity clause. I started my blog over a decade ago and with Facebook again became interested in posting pictures. I’d had my favourite photos blown up and posted on my walls but now just had all the joys of digital photography, taking dozens of shots and choosing the best for uploading with a journal story.
I’ve become lazy photography. I liked the Fido’s and money when I was younger but now enjoy the instantaneous gratification. I am interested in taking pictures of little birds, my latest interest, a long way from the event photography or the bands, Simon and Garfunkel on stage circle 1970 and many other bands, or the sports photography and fires for the newspapers, and the travel photography for medical journals, sailing and hiking photography outdoors, big game, the classic moose and bear shots that almost got me killed in the process, all the crane and big bird photos. I‘ve stayed with Nikon, the D5000 body and 500 lens and the wide angle and the zooms.
I grew tired of carrying all the gear and fell in love with the Nikon Coolpix line I could take too places like St. Petersburg and Delhi. Older I became more concerned about attracting thieves expecially after being threatened by a a thief pointing a gun at me at night in Mexico City. I was taking a picture of the beautiful cathedral lit up in the years I was fascinated by church’s and Christian icons. . I had to chase the guy away with a knife despite the rule never take a knife to a gun fight. I scared him and his friend. Faced with the gun I thought what stops him from taking my camera and killing so I refused to give him anything but pull out a knife and screaming chased him. Luckily he forgot to pull the trigger and his friend and he escaped the mad photograper running behind their Honda 125 motorcycle.
There was even a few years there a decade or so ago where I stopped carrying a camera in Mexico and Southern California because I was thinking it was affecting my ‘experience’ of my life, the thinking and feelings of the ‘present’ when carrying a camera. Twenty years ago I carried a sketch pad for a bit feeling that this was purer and helped perception more.
Now I’m into little birds. I have always enjoyed ornithology, my brother and I and the family spotting birds in childhood and youth. I had the Golden series of little kid books and graduated to Audubon. My Scottish uncle was the seagull photopher for Audubon. My brother specialized in predator bird pictures and had his beautiful photographs displayed in museums. My nephew now makes movies and does astronomy pictures. I feel that though I love my iPhone 11 with it’s spectacular camera that so made Laura and my India trip a joy, I‘ve now got the latest Coolpix P1000 thanks to discussion with my nephew. It‘s the right tool for little pictures. It has a magnificent telephoto and is helping my insatiable thirst for taking little bird pictures. I get an ‘aha’ feeling each time I get a pure picture. It’s joyful.
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