I have always believed that the policy we wrote was semiotically profound, emotionally powerful, and culturally transformative. And yet I have also looked back at that time at Antioch with some personal chagrin, even shame, embarrassed to have been riding my high horse so publicly.
Though at the time, it was annoying and even embarrassing, I can now appreciate my dad’s relentless pursuit of his own vision, asking the waitress at Big Boy to bring a bowl of lemons so he could fix up the hollandaise he ordered in copious amounts on the side of his Eggs Benedict.
Saltman: Your analogy between organized religion and rape is pretty inflammatory. Is that intentional?
Harris: I can be even more inflammatory than that. If I could wave a magic wand and get rid of either rape or religion, I would not hesitate to get rid of religion.
The poet Emily Dickinson wrote, “The things that never can come back, are several,” and aren’t we fortunate? Once that jelly-stained doll is out the..
I would wake up from these dreams a bit flustered, but also knowing—a deep, crazy knowing—that this was not about Daido; this was a dream of God loving me.
Bethany Saltman: You write, “Happiness is not a concept I tend to dwell on. Chinese parenting does not address happiness.” Don’t you think that the ..
It’s like I have, my whole life, been trying to touch someone, to feel something good and true, and everlasting, in them, in me, in something very cool we could make together.
So what is it about the way loveliness abounds these days that just feels so….icky? I mean, why shouldn’t pixied girls from San Francisco sell their homemade aprons on Etsy? What’s the matter with artisanal pickles? There’s nothing inherently bad about handsome young bucks wearing …
That night as I lay in bed, hands on my hard, round belly, my mind filled with the faces of all the believers I had met and seen, I tried, really tried, to pray. I tried to feel what it would be like to believe in someone watching over me, some big Father.
Last night I stayed up late with some girlfriends, so I didn’t set the usual alarm. And when I awoke, T was long gone, Azalea was still asleep, and the house was silent. I was alone, in bed, and the sun was up. An uncommon set of circumstances, to say the least.