Observations.

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At some point I will be able to articulate why it is that "Black Muddy River" has such intense spiritual resonance for me. (brooksmoses, you may recall that as one of the things I was singing snatches of when we were walking along the river a while back.)

I don't care how deep or wide, if you've got another side . . .

My current contemplation is that many people who want to make social arguments on the basis of the good of the children don't actually remember being children. I mean, take the whole "role model" argument -- anyone know a kid that only has parents as role models? Where are all the other relatives? How about the neighbours? Schoolteachers? Parents of friends? Other members of their temple/church congregation if relevant? Other people down at the community pool? Where are all these people? Hell, there are even adults on the telly, if one can reconcile that as a godawful source of models and yet wish to keep the kid locked in the closet and away from any other human contact.

Rar. If the kid needs to have all the important social roles modeled in the direct family, I'm all for being sure they all have a working mom and a stay at home mom and a company man dad and a hands-on dad, because otherwise they'd be Deprived Of Roles They Absolutely Need To Witness To Be Able To Make Reasonable Life Decisions As Adults.

Yeesh.

Miscellaneous stuff and dream notes before I forget all of them.

Apropos of the current, ah, entertaining discussion on alt.poly, I noticed that I spent about a half hour last night actually being strongly gendered as female.

It was sort of weird. I'm not sure what I think of it now that I've noticed that it happens when Misty's up front. I'm not usually that aware of my own hips.


Dream notes:

I was sort of expecting something with werewolves; I'd gotten an Underworld-fragmented pastiche the night before, and teinedreugan and I watched An American Werewolf in Paris last night on the telly, so I was all ready for weird shapechanging and an opportunity to critique the special effects.

I got Pirates of the Caribbean mangle instead, most of which I've forgotten; at least I was right about getting movies, I suppose. I remember earnestly explaining some aspect of it to keshwyn and jikharra about how a particular group of other pirates was Just Doing It All Wrong, and I'm fairly certain there was something about talking to djm4 about nail polish in there as well.

I suspect that this came about due to a feeble attempt to meld certain Billy Joel lyrics with certain profoundly Eshu ship captains in a badly failed pun somewhere yesterday.

Still no concrete for why I went to sleep with the Thundercats theme song stuck in my head and woke up humming "(I Don't Want To Be A Messiah) Messiahs Die Young". Both were involved in yesterday's sound mishmash, so I suppose that makes as much sense as any of the rest of it.

I need a 'random stuff' icon.