Monday, July 21, 2014

Dear Governor,

Dear Governor Pence,

I recently wrote to you regarding my full support of same-sex marriage in our state, and I received a very nice email in return.  Thank you.

However, the following statement in the email from your office is incorrect: "For thousands of years, societies around the world have held that marriage, as the foundation of the family, is the union between a man and a woman."

For thousands of years, sir, there have been all manner of marriage traditions.  In Judeo-Christian scriptures, for example, marriage is defined (both by the deity in those scriptures, as well as those men who many Hoosiers regard as biblical heroes) as one man with many hundreds of women, one man and the woman who he raped and subsequently had to marry, and many other abhorrent scenarios.  Marriage in many cultures and over time has been primarily a purchase--one man purchasing a woman along with animals and other property from her father.  We can see news from the Middle East daily which shows us what that type of marriage looks like.  The kidnapping, the young age of the brides, the lives they lead after their taking.  To some, this is legitimate marriage.

Your presupposition that we follow millennia of a high moral standard regarding marriage is erroneous.  We do not follow the above traditions, because we are not monsters. We know better, and we do better.

So, is allowing two consenting adults who love each other and who wish to build a life together and perhaps a family a breach in morality?  A redefinition of something that was pristine to begin with?  I think not.

As your letter indicated, courts will rule in this matter, and our state will comply.  There is a sense of resignation in that part of the email...or maybe even a little wink?

You know better.  I can tell.  I hope for a time when your party will be grand again and not just old, and that intelligent moderates within it will take the reigns back from those who have made a mockery of it.

Thank you for your time and again for the nice letter.

Your fellow Hanoverian,
Michelle De.Mumbrum '96

Friday, July 4, 2014

When I'm the Girl in Blue

I love it when I can do this.  Especially on someone else's behalf.

To all the mad tyrants in the world, I say...


Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Graphic Novel Moi

The dreaded selfie...phony and phone-y.  BUT!  I can't wait to mess with this cartoon effect on other subjects.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Say a Little Prayer...with a Twist

Recently, I heard such a strange mix of spirituality from my neighbor.  She told me about her father's death and how her stepmother was being really awful to her and to her siblings.  I offered my condolences and said that I was so sorry that things were being made worse by that woman's meanness.  She then said the strangest thing (well, odd to me, anyway).  Quoth she: "Well, say a little prayer, and maybe Karma will get her!"

No big deal, and she said it with a wink and a smile, but it's funny to me how there's sort of a mix of beliefs going on in some people's minds.  Did I mention that she attends the Baptist church that's within walking distance of where we live?  Say a little prayer, and maybe Karma will get her.

Uh...okay.  **

Wednesday, June 4, 2014


I was doing some organizing and condensing of my bookshelves this week.   One of the perks of my work life is that I get a ton of free books, so I have to clean house every once in awhile, lest I become a guest of Hoarders : Literary Edition (oh, I would watch the shit out of that).  I picked up a book that is a remnant of Christian Michelle,  and this fell out...

I looked on the back, and this little bookmark told me its forgotten tale.  It was given me by an old acquaintance and coworker, who also led a Bible study that I took (omg...I was in so many of those guys at once that sometimes I felt like I was back in college).  She gave it to me at the end of the class on January 11, 2001.  The study was and is called Jesus, the One and Only, written by a lady named Beth Moore.   She is quite famous in evangelical circles, and I attended one of her conferences, as well as doing many of her quite complicated studies at my old mega church.  She was revered a lot, and I was a fan.

Anyway, this bookmark survived a few "Christian stuff" purges, but found its way to the rubbish bin a few days ago.  It's funny how stuff like this keeps popping up.  I still have some religious books, but the signs and symbols of the old Xtian me just keep falling, falling away.

If you had come from the future, and visited me on 11 January 2001, and said, "So, honey, you'll be a mildly tipsy atheist watching Downton Abbey reruns and blogging in the early morning hours on 4 June 2014" I might've said, "Get thee behind me, Satan" or more likely, "Huh?"

Who knows how significant this will seem in the morning.   Maybe I'll feel like a fool.  All I know is that two women who barely know me took the time today to tell me all about London and gave me advice about what I should do when I'm there in August, all over dinner at a hilarious but sincere place in our small town called Little Mexico.  This makes me very happy and grateful.

The other thing I know is that Matthew (poor, doomed Matthew) has just found out that he must dance with O'Brien at an event, and that his reaction is, "Crikey."

So, future you, approaching me with my future beverage consumption, trip to the UK and atheism,  I just repeat Matthew's sentiment...


Monday, May 19, 2014


I've grown quite accustomed to sentience, and I'll really hate to see it go.

At some point during my disaffection from Christianity and settling into the realization that I was newly an atheist, I had to do what many in my same position have to do, and that is re-grieve for those I knew who had died and were not waiting for me somewhere after all this.  I had to grieve that future moment which will come sooner or later (but sooner in the large scheme of things, yes?) when my life will be snuffed out in whatever way it might, after which I will not wake up.  Whatever was unique in me (or not), whatever I learned (or didn't), whatever I thought (and forgot) will just be gone, with the exception of a few little remnants of memory in others who knew me, and one day they will go, too.  This is a melancholy giant to face; but looking up at him, I feel brave, and bravery is a fine, fine thing to experience.  My death will be a part of my life, and I'm glad to have had life, so I have to take what comes with it.  I'm at peace with my fleeting nature.


Boy, it would be nice to hang on to it.  Life on Earth, anyway, even with the messed up state of some things.  Between this world and any other, it's the devil that I know.  The thought of knocking about in this world long after a normal life span is appealing to me, if in a macabre way, and I think that's why we love vampires and other fictitious immortals, and I know that's why I loved, loved, loved the movie Only Lovers Left Alive. 

Tilda Swinton (from everything) and Tom Hiddleston (Loki from Thor and The Avengers) star as world-weary vampires, contemplating art, music, heroes and humans (I won't give away their name for us--it's so awful and funny and true) and sometimes just barely managing to hang on to the existence they have found in a sort of afterlife.  You get great little hints here and there of how they spend all of their time--oh, the time they have!  I never lived until I watched two centuries-old vamps discuss the state of things in Detroit.  Genius. 

Don't let me lead you to believe that the film is just a bunch of masturbatory yippity-yap.  Trouble turns up in the form of Mia Wasikowska, nosey music fans and the matter of  Ahem.  There have been swings and misses in the vampire genre, often because the characters amount to a bunch of sexless poets, but in director Jim Jarmusch's vision, the movie monster isn't distracted by fashion and pottery class.  The fangs aren't for show.

Only Lovers Left Alive competes with Under the Skin (what I consider to be perfect science fiction with Scarlett Johansson at her best) for my favorite film seen so far in 2014.  Indie/arthouse perfection, both. 

All of this begs the question--should I spend precious hours of my limited time awake and breathing in this life sitting in the dark, watching flickering images on a screen, then thinking about the flickers, then talking and occasionally writing about them?

I don't know, but I know that I love thinking and learning and various forms of art and engaging with others about it especially when filmmakers can make magic with a relatively low budget and my you all look so delicious I think I'm going to put on scrubs and sunglasses and slip over to the blood bank before it gets light out. 

Sunday, May 4, 2014