Our ancient ancestors were no different, they told stories and intentionally and unintentionally their hopes, fears, reality and the zeitgeist of the time would have found its way into them. So I ask this question
Is The Biblical Genesis an allegory for the Agricultural Revolution?
I used to do bits and pieces of stand up comedy. I was pretty good when given the right audience but decided not to pursue it as I didn’t have the ‘stuff’ required to deal with ‘regular kickings’ that every comedian has to deal with. One performance has always stuck with me though; I was at an open-mic night in Sydney and asked the room to put their hand up if they spent $50 or more on gambling and after some coaxing…
“1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8, 8 hands, 8 people spent more than $50 a month gambling. “You are the people that make the Casinos the majority of their profit.” a small laugh followed, “No really, people spending $50-$150 a month make up about 80% of Australian profit” I give a double thumbs up “Fun Fact” that too received a chuckle. “Again, just out of curiosity how many of you would say that over all, you are either up money or have broken even?” Hands would be raised “1,2,3,4,5,6,7” I paused for dramatic effect “and 8” I paused again, this time with a faux perplexed look on my face, another small laugh broke out in the crowd. “See the people that laughed there, those are the people with a basic understanding of arithmetic” another slightly larger laugh would follow. I tried the joke a couple of times but it never quite landed. I like to tell myself that this was because my audience was not smart enough but it probably has more to do with the fact that I’m not nearly as funny as I like to think I am. (more…)
I was 16 when the towers came down. I had just come home from school and sat myself in front on the TV. Sky 1 was showing some Indiana Jones knock off when a breaking news banner scrolled across the screen. By the time I had turned to the news, both buildings had already collapsed onto themselves and the footage was being replayed endlessly. The video of the second plane hitting was being shown in a continuous loop, an already burning North Tower shown as moments later another plane would disappear into the South Tower. The next days I sat and watched the footage over and over again, the building imploding, a hole in the pentagon, a man with a brief case, his face reddened and handkerchief pushed to his mouth as a makeshift gas mask, a hole of burnt and blackened grass where a plane had found its way to the ground. New words names and places would enter my vocabulary Al-Qaeda, Bin Laden, Afghanistan. Days and weeks would pass and more footage would be added to the loop, Bin Ladan with an AK-47, rescue teams at ground Zero. But at some point, during the days or weeks after, sat there, watching the building come down for the thousands time, I thought to myself, “That looks like one of those controlled explosions”. (more…)