Nameless intimacy and the named stranger

•20 August 2008 • No Comments

While the nameless beloved in songs such as Alan Jackson’s ‘I Don’t Even Know Your Name‘ may have comedic value, and even a swiping pass at truth, in their ability to make social commentary on the tendency of some to ‘fall in love’ with those they see in dive bars, Denny’s, or the drive through, the proposition of sexual one-offs with the nameless stranger seem to challenge the American predisposition for exchanging names to something of a dialectical face-off.

For those not following your local pop station, let me give you a couple examples of the songs I speak of:

In Katy Perry’s “I Kissed a Girl (and I liked it)“, the young woman confesses:

No, I don’t even know your name
It doesn’t matter,
You’re my experimental game
Just human nature,

She later goes on to say that it “Don’t mean I’m in love tonight”, and also hopes her “boyfriend don’t mind it”.

In Baby Boy’s “Ya No Llores (Let Me Love You)” he argues — most eloquently, to be sure:

The way you want it,
I got it, come and get
Get it started dami mami
I want more!

Amor I want to be into
Let me love you

Girl I don’t need to
Know your name
We just need to feel
the same

And, indeed, he seems quite convinced by this line, and there is some implications pointing that the line works on his intended ‘Girl’.
In both of these two songs is the explicit reference to sexual interaction between two parties whose names remain entirely absent from the market place of interaction. What might easily (and I think properly) be considered the most intimate interaction between two parties on the physical plane is being experienced without one’s name–sans identity.

Juxtapose this with the standard scene in your corner coffee shop: customers hand over their name to the baristers without the slightest hesitation; persons who have no interaction beyond the two minutes they see each other during their morning commute know each others’ names, and often only that.

In the first case, actual, intimate interaction takes place without the identities of the participating parties. In the second, the only thing that is being exchanged is the markers of identity, without any actual intimacy of persons.

The first seems to be problematic as it demonstrates a perceived disconnect between the identity and its physic, the second because it likewise demonstrates a perceived disconnect between the identity and its sign.

(Sur)reality Check

•15 August 2008 • No Comments

Sir Nils Olav, though a resident of Scotland, was recently given knighthood by the King of Norway. It seems that this (uncitizened) permanent resident of Scotland has had a long career in the Norwegian King’s Guard.

Marital advice

•8 August 2008 • No Comments

As I have been thinking about marriage and related topics as of late, I came across a wise little pice of information that I feel is well worth makring, indeed, even passing on:

In this article, we see some wisdom from a married man with a great amount of years of married life.

Princes are the best!

•27 July 2008 • 2 Comments

For those of you who do not carefully track the daily life of Prince William of Wales, nor the political intrigue of Colombian drug smugglers, this festive little episode might have gone entirely unnoticed.

If only the USA could come  back under the Crown, then this noble man could be helping both my countries.

Un-Pastoral financial advice

•25 July 2008 • 1 Comment

Most of you, I’m willing to bet, have, at some point or an other, been told by, or heard from, a Pastor, Priest, friend, or other source of ‘good financial advice’ that a good way to save money when strapped for cash, or simply save up twenty dollars a month to support some poor starving missionary, is to cut Starbucks from the monthly budget.

While I do not claim to speak with more authority than your priest, more good intention than that friend, nor more religious fervor than the starving missionary, I would like to mention at this juncture of time and economy that the little chap in the green apron (or black if they were suckered into that set of training) depends on your irresponsible expenditure for his/her livelihood.

So while budgeting to help further the Kingdom, and cutting back on the amount you indulge your passions and materialist desires is a most blessed and commendable idea, perchance take a second, also, to appreciate the fact that you help feed folks in your own communities.

Sure, downscale from the sinfully large size to the only shamefully large size. Cut back from the quad, the extra, the breve, and the refill to the drip with room.

But at least leave a tip?

An Article

•21 July 2008 • No Comments

For all those with interest either in the Jewish State or the Colombian nation, I found an editorial that might be, at least, interesting.

Music and poetry

•11 July 2008 • 1 Comment

We (the unspecified first person plural) went to the LA philharmonic at the Hollywood Bowl last night. The event declared itself to be fantastic, and, well, I wasn’t quite sure, because when one reads the fine print, it is evident that the event exhibited two pieces by French composers. It is not my first choice to subject myself to classical music, for, while I have been known to enjoy the outdated cultural phenomenon, it has also been known to put me to sleep, and cause me migraines.

This being said, I confess I have found the key to enjoying live performances of classical music: be in love.

Granted, this might be the key to enjoying most of life’s more mundane parts, but, nonetheless, this wonderful secret–now revieled–shall, I think, prove helpful in the future.

Here is a poem, written during the event, that helps capture some of the magic of the moment:

On going to the symphony

Harry men
Hurried women
saw resin
‘cross cat guts

music is best
when in love

WordPress, I have not forsaken thee

•9 July 2008 • No Comments

Life’s just packed full and I’m just now barely getting to upload the photographic proof!

Be patient darling, I have not stopped loving thee.

The Comma

•5 June 2008 • 1 Comment

In the new-found tradition of posting obituaries I would like to draw your attention to the late punctuation known as the Comma.

Several times recently I have had the opportunity to read to my great dismay passages of various length form variety and genre that completely forgo the use of the comma or at best so greatly mistreat abuse and neglect its rightful usage that I have been lead to believe it is dead.

Oh faithful friend my dear Comma I weep for you.

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An obituary

•1 June 2008 • 2 Comments

His death will affect few of you, but his life has likely affected you more than one can reasonably imagine…


Saint Laurent