Thursday, April 17, 2008

Rotweiler

"Attack dog commentary" is something I prided myself on until this point. Verbally bitch slapping the failures of governments and politicos as often as possible, with as much fervor as I could muster.
But today, as my first major journalistic task ever, I found myself in a tiny room, with a tiny girl who was intended to be the subject of my righteous, secularist ire.
My college chaplain is not an aging, balding man in a dog collar, who sits with a bible on his oak desk in the deepest, darkest corner of the College.
He is a she, no more than a couple of years older than myself, and about a head shorter (I'm not exactly tall). Her desk is chipboard and the only object that sat on it was an equally tiny laptop.
Basically, the goal of the interview was two fold: Ask basic questions for the purpose of the college news letter, and then ask harder questions for my own personal online publication (this one).
I was going to write my first major post with as much libertarian gusto, as Penn Gillette at a beer, guns and breasts festival.
But this girl was disarming, sobering and quite charming. I could not throw the book at her, (albeit, the libertarian manifesto could fit on one page) and I found the interview was over more quickly than I wanted it to be.
The closest I came to referring to anyone being offended by her position's existence, was jokingly saying that Jehovah's Witnesses may not like the Blood Donation drive she was organizing for the near future.
The idea of having a religious representative in a secular public school, is still reprehensible to me. I can, and probably will, still be able to find a hundred reasons why the chaplain program should be axed.
But... hopefully not too soon as it seems the attack dog has been left muzzled.

The Article

We at Hobart College have a chaplain. Not the old kind with a dog collar and a crucifix, but a young lady by the name of Jo Pang. Educated as a teacher at Utas, she came by the position of Chaplain through an ad put out by Scripture Union. As chaplain she's here to "help out", "get involved" and offer spiritual guidance to those who request it. For the last few months she been around, trying to get to know every body and establish a presence. Currently she is helping to run a Blood Donation Drive for the near future, and will be involved with organizing various other college activities. She can be seen around campus and found in the small office on your left when you walk into student services.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Like... like aaaa...

So, before I get into the swing of things with well researched/thought-out posts (with editing), I figure I should do something light and reflective, prior to eating my dinner.

Life sucks!
Life is awesome!
Life is a spiralling abyss!
Life is like road trip...

Metaphores and similes and adjectives bother me when describing things of import; they don't always fit, and when you're talking about something important, like life itself stuff needs to fit.

Life is like LIFE, there isn't much more we can say and I don't think we need to try.

Monday, April 14, 2008

A New Hope...

So, here I am writing a blog.
The shame is all consuming; I'm sitting thinking: "Am I gonna end up writing about how my life is a spiralling abyss? Am I going to be stalked by aging, gay computer nerds? Am I going to be called a homophobe for being worried that may happen? Or a sexist for not being scared of women stalkers (after all, they can kill me just as painfully as any man)..."
I feel immense trepidation; yet I'm still compelled to air my thoughts over this new medium...
I'm sure you're asking yourself questions too, most, if not all, beginning with the word "Why."
This may answer some of your questions.
You're reading this because your life IS a "spiralling abyss".
The blog is called Vokkoffazania, because that's exactly what I said as the plane's undercarridge left the asphault of Oliver Thambo International Airport three years ago. (My temper has been moderated since then.)
And the post is called "A New Hope," because I'm the guy who didn't play Luke Skywalker.

Here-in you shall find biased commentaries on everything I can think of, a few amusing anecdotes, and merely musings. The odd creative story might get thrown in the mix too.