I don’t know if you saw my other post, but the Church of Sweden approved gay marriage yesterday. As soon as November 1, same-sex Lutheran couples will be able to walk down the aisle and get hitched. The best coverage of the decision is on the English-language Swedish news site The Local, but even better than that is one comment that someone left there:
12:40 October 22, 2009 by TexrussoWell, I think if Jesus was born in the 21st century and living our time, he would have approved Gay marriage as Jesus is a nice guy. Also if St. peters and all of Jesus appostles were living in our time, they would have approved gay marriage. Jesus for example would have shaved his beard and had a clean hair cut. Jesus would have had a website for example www.jesus.com and he would have propably wore Suits for his presentations and probably own a laptop and use a wicked car for mobility.
I’m still trudging, slowly, through John Rechy’s memoir About My Life And The Kept Woman. It’s not that it’s bad–it’s not–but I’m just not reading very much lately. Mainly it’s because I’m online sixteen hours a day (I only woke up three hours ago and this is my sixth blog post) and when I’m not in front of the laptop I have no attention span.
But anyway, I just got up to the part where Rechy befriends Christopher Isherwood at a dinner party. Which is something of a coincidence, since tonight I too plan to be at a dinner party with a wonderful writer. Well, a potluck, but that still counts, I think. (more…)
Filed under: design of a decade, lists, music | Tags: 2003, design of a decade, hey ya, outkast
[At this rate, I'll only finish my recap before the end of the year if I do one of these a day. Ha!]
9. Outkast, Hey Ya!
The best thing about Andre 3000’s bouncy Hey Ya is, I think, the fact that it has so many different parts. Like pop classics going back to Reach Out In The Darkness and Rock Lobster, Hey Ya throws out something new every twenty seconds or so, and every new part is crazier than the crazy thing that came before it. To laziily quote myself, “It goes from the Beatly opening to the two-word chorus (which sounds, for some reason I can’t figure out, like the Moody Blues’ Your Wildest Dreams), to the sad break-up part, to the not-wanting-to-meet-your-Daddy part, to the call-and-response part. And then there’s the shaking it like a Poloroid picture part, which might actually get kind of annoying except that it’s so random.* And then the chorus again. All that’s missing are the narwhal noises.”
