There Are No Atheists in the Foxhole of Television
If there is a TV show with a lead character whose life is devoted to science and discovery, eventually that show is going to air an episode of ‘Bait the Atheist’.
If there is a TV show with a lead character whose life is devoted to science and discovery, eventually that show is going to air an episode of ‘Bait the Atheist’.
I’ve been remiss with this blog (and have been waiting a week to use the word ‘remiss.’) I can’t even entirely blame my thesis. The last couple of weeks have been occupied with Top Secret Work of a Holiday Nature and Top Secret Work of a Nostalgic Nature, neither of which can be discussed on a public forum. Yet. (There are spies everywhere.) Also, the acquisition of Angry Birds for…
It’s now half-way through the semester at USC, and I’ve written four essays in varying states of readability for my thesis. The process of writing, writing, writing without looking back is difficult for me – I’m the type of writer who can’t move forward until she’s fixed earlier mistakes. (I’ve signed up for National Novel Writing Month at least four times and haven’t finished once.) It’s important to keep reminding myself…
The following is what I would have Tweeted in the last eleven days if I had had access to Twitter: @hollywoodjane Saw an orthodox Jewish man at LAX with a hat case attached to his backpack. He wore a baseball cap. 11:28 AM Aug 8th @hollywoodjane Seem to have been placed in the kiddie corner on flight to JFK. 11:47 AM August 8th @hollywoodjane I’m fairly certain Adam Busch (Warren…
With the Greek pantheon, you just know you can always find what you’re looking for in terms of divine intervention. Problems in the bedroom? Bitch to Aphrodite. Desperate to cure that irritating skin condition? Consult Apollo. Can’t pay off that loan shark? Hades’ll take care of you. Whatever the problem, there’s a god for that.
A class exercise inspired by Zora Neale Hurston’s “How It Feels to Be Colored Me.” It is quiet, often silent. Most of the time, nobody knows, nobody asks, everyone assumes. I must believe in God, I am an American. I am a Jew. I am the granddaughter of a Roman Catholic. When I tell them, if I tell them, they deny me my right to be what I am, they…
There’s been a sudden influx of spam in my life, and I can’t help wondering if this is the price to be paid for the sudden increase in my awesome quotient. Have I let my guard down in my quest to win the internets? Or is it just that with all my online activity (Starpulse, Scribophile, blog, Twitter, Facebook) my information is getting caught in the phishing net. Whatever it…
Ten Reasons I’m a Bad Jew 1. I love bacon. I mean, I *love* it. Particularly when it’s sliced thin and extra crispy so that it sort of melts on the tongue. Someday, I hope to eat it covered in chocolate. I’ve been known to buy bottles of bacon bits and eat them by the handful.* 2. The only Hebrew I know is the prayer for lighting the candles…
SWF with Bachelor’s Degree from respected California university seeks tolerance and/or good will. Phi Beta Kappa. Doesn’t drink, smoke, gamble, do drugs, have sex, or believe in God. Only vice is swearing, mostly to fill void. Loves dogs and other furry animals. Can’t stand shellfish. Has never stolen, been arrested, cheated, or committed adultery. Murder is plotted in fiction only. Does lie on occasion, but always feels guilty afterwards –…