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This entry is part 9 of 7 in the series Male Gods Are Dangerous

Male Gods Are Dangerous

In describing her upcoming book, Jeri Studebaker lays out the primary thesis of the book and the blog that (d)N0t successfully waged a rhetorical campaign against this week as such:

This weblog is dedicated to THE GODDESS and to SAVING THE PLANET — by gently replacing God the Father with God the Mother by the year 2035. Too simplistic? Nope, I don’t think so. Male gods are dangerous, to men as well as women.

Are male gods dangerous? Fuck yes we are.

As we were toasting each other for a job well done, the Danimator and I realized we had not had a proper celebration for this year’s successes on Dream Not Of Today. To rectify that situation, the (d)N0t crew is descending upon San Francisco’s den of hippies for some Haight Asbury bedlam.

We’re toasting our headlines, writers, and defeated hippies tonight for some pre-Independence celebrating and everyone is invited. The crawl starts at Hobson’s Choice at 9pm and will probably end in the county jail.

Victory is ours! Fight the Future!

btw. This hippie is feeling a little lonely. Send her some love at her MySpace profile.
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Gonzo Podcast #13: A Portrait of Haight - Rob Spectre, 27 July 2009
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  • athana said...
    No, warz, he's still very much alive and kicking. But very respectful

    warzauwynn said...
    Are you?
  • To keep in sync with the potential deletions, we begin mirroring her 5th engaging post:

    Traipsing AROUND WITH TROLLS

    I can't believe what a blast it is to play with trolls! People always moan and groan about them, but I think they're adorable.

    It's much more entertaining chitting around with them than it is working on the index I'm trying to write.

    Like little fireflies, they dart in and out, trying to make waves in the air around you.

    Reminds me of the time I was 10 and my brother was 6.

    He'd sneak up behind me and give my arm a tweak with his forefinger. Although he knew he couldn't get away with just outright walloping me, he also knew that a small tweak was something I couldn't get any sympathy for, from Mom or Dad.

    "You're older than he is," Mom would say. "Deal with it."

    Ah, the good old days.


    warzauwynn said...
    Did you delete your brother?
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