Touch me, touch me, Jesus.

I honestly cannot decide what song I like most from Jesus Christ Superstar. It definitely used to be Hosanna, I had that song in every playlist on my iPod. Now I think it might be Heaven on Their Minds. Maybe.***

PLEASE TELL ME YOURS!



***EDIT: I've decided that The Temple/Lepers is also wayz loved for that note Jesus hits when he sings "my" during the line "myyy temple should be a house of prayer." Just so you know.

Happy holidays.

I like living in Canada. It’s nice here.

We have this thing though. That we do.

In more than one class or discussion I’ve heard the United States take the label of “melting pot.” Canada in turn is often referred to as a “cultural mosaic.”

Hmm.

I can’t really disagree with that statement. But I sometimes wonder: does that positive label reflect poorly upon us as people?

Three years ago NTV stopped wishing people a “Merry Christmas” and started telling them “Happy Holidays”. It’s politically correct, isn’t it?

And then you start thinking about the fact that ninety-seven percent (97%!!!) of Newfoundlanders identify themselves as Christian.

It’s not really a majority rules thing. But can you see what I’m getting at? This sort of stuff makes me uneasy.

You’re going to be surprised what inspired me to dwell on this.

American Idol. I know. I don’t watch it, but my Mom is a devout fan of American and Canadian Idol.

I was in the kitchen when I heard one of my all time favourite church songs coming from the living room. My Mom was watching American Idol. And I mean this is no Amazing Grace (which is, in my opinion, a hymn for Christ that over the years has been marketed to the world as not-a-hymn). This is a church song.

I was floored. My Mom looked at me and said “you wouldn’t see this on Canadian Idol.”

She’s right, you wouldn’t. And to some that’s a great thing. Those poor Muslims and Jews who are forced to sit through that terrible, terrible song! That wouldn’t happen in Canada!

Not in my country. Is there really no more stable ground than this?

Ten guesses who she reminds me of.

I have listened to this song one thousand and one times. Your turn.

You justify those that died by wearing the badge.

There are good and bad people everywhere.

For every murderer there is a martyr.

And even then, it is not so much good and bad people, but people who make the right or wrong choices.

A single event can change the outcome of your life. Something you might not even have control over.

When did history grant us the right to label entire groups of people as something other than human beings? We assume a right over these categories, something we as fellow humans have no authority over.

What makes you better than the man who sits in a prison cell? Maybe it’s the fact you have more resources than he does. Maybe you have better control over your emotions. Maybe you just haven’t been caught.

You don’t know what it is that makes you better, just that you are.

What makes the soldier in uniform good? We tell ourselves “he’s fighting for peace and democracy!” Since when was the definition of peace war? What makes our solution the better choice?

There are good and bad people everywhere.

Don’t try and convince me an entire race, an entire country, an entire religion is evil. Don’t dictate to me this propaganda that people are actually buying into. Support the troops! Support superiority complexes! Support racial discrimination! Support hate!

How is no one else sick of this?

Fate up against your will.

There’s so much going on. You’ll find it boring though.

I had a job interview this morning, oy vey.

Realized I had no one to give me a reference for said job. Ask your Mom if she’ll do it for me, kay?

I had my last class with Marland today. I broke down when he walked out. David Cochrane was there as a guest speaker. I posed the true question people wanted to ask: are you and Marland in lusty-political love?

I had a dentist appointment this afternoon and had one of those “Toto, I've a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore” moments. Before sucking and scraping away at my teeth the hygienist handed me a remote and said “go to town!” I didn’t know what I was supposed to go to town with.

He reclined my seat.

There was a television. . . IN THE CEILING.

I tried to play it cool, like, oh yeah, this is the norm, I have several televisions in my ceiling at home. He didn’t buy it, there was too much of a gleam in my eye.

Last day of classes tomorrow. I’m nervous.

I started Swamp Angel. Robyn and Robert, DON’T HATE ME, but I’m kind of enjoying it. More so than Alligator anyway.

I’m starting a book club this summer. You are invited to join, if you don’t I’m going to stalk you until you do the public library for fellow nerds.

Are you okay?