Cerebral Maternal Irony: The god that is Tim Minchin

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2/15/14

Today I don't want to be introspective. I want to just be superficial, which is kind of different for me, not in an arrogant way, just in a factual way. I thought it was interesting when I read an article about a guy who decided to follow Ben Franklin's schedule for a day. Ben left time for study and to deal with spiritual things. The author said he almost never did that, and it was an interesting thing for him to do. Thinking about big things like God and purpose and why we are here and doing research into those questions is something I grew up doing and something I do all the time. How can you not wonder about that? How can you just go through life and just go to work, come home, be with your someone, party sometimes and that is it. That is satisfying? Really? Don't you wonder about things as a whole? Don't you wonder why we are here or how, or do you just take science's or God's word for it and leave it at that. I guess in a way you could have more of your emotional energy available to fritter away on personal drama. That might be interesting. I know it is kind of a weight on me to wonder about my, and our purpose, to wonder what or who else is out there, and it is a huge itch I am just dying to scratch to see everything as it really is. I used to think I would just go to heaven and God would explain it all to me and I could live with that. Now I am not so sure I will ever know, and ugh, that is annoying.

But to live without that burden, to me is to live in a closet. To live in the small world of what I see now. I just need to get out into the air and breath and wonder, and make wild guesses and hope. So with that comes the burden of what I don't know, of making choices and just not knowing if they are the right ones because I can't have all the information. I can't see past death or into the new millennium, so I have to make some of my best guesses blind.

Friday, January 8, 2010

The god that is Tim Minchin

Lately I have become infatuated with an Australian guy named Tim Minchin. I am not the only one so I am sure some of you may have heard of him. He is the kind of guy I would love to invite to one of our friend gatherings with his wife. He would have some fabulous contribution to the conversation and have the best definitions for Balderdash. It is hard to confine him to a category. He considers himself a musician apparently, though in all honesty his voice, while so likable, is relatively mediocre. Yet somehow I can’t get him out of my head. His song writing is wonderful, and I get chills when I listen to his artful, yet hilarious word combinations. Oh gosh it just turns me on to think about his vocabulary. He says things that I very often agree with, though he says it in such a lovely crass, would-never-enter-a-politically-correct-conversation sort of way. He specializes in talking about social issues, everyday life and religion, or the lack thereof, and he has a way of saying what I am thinking, but in public. Then he combines that with spectacular piano playing. He will even jump up and squash keys with his toes on occasion. His fingers completely make up for his vocal chords. In a somewhat similar sense what he lacks in the looks department he makes up for in eyeliner and hairspray. Then to distract the onlooker from lack of muscle elsewhere on his body he uses every facial muscle with utmost dexterity. I believe one reason my husband doesn’t mind my crush on Tim is because he knows that Tim doesn’t really have anything on him in the looks department. There would not be much advantage in shagging Tim. Tim is also happily married with two kids. What a fantastically paradoxical turn on. I have seen my husband experience the same catch-22 of being admired by women for his devotion to me. Nothing could distract me, however from the awe I experience when Tim puts together his words and his music. So I just had to share him.