Summertime is upon us, and with it comes the dog days of heat and humidity, and a deep, profound feeling of laziness. The bloggernacle is slow as of late; real slow. There are still moments of schadenfreude and unintentional hilarity, but we’re getting up later and taking afternoon naps. Even BCC is not immune – though not lacking in their depth and interest, we post more languidly, out of slow reflection and slower motivation. You might spot a bourbon-free julep sitting on our desks.
That said, it’s still fun to lob a fireball of controversy out there once in a while.
Enjoy this, prairie muffins!
And lest you think I’m making this up, look at the right sidebar at A Place To Grow. Now, I believe I may go for a stroll in the park while y’all discuss this wonderful declaration of principles. Toodles!
Bryce,
I’m not sure that Steve could either.
Tee hee! Oh Kaimi, you Prairie Dawg, you!
I’ve almost posted on the Prairie Muffin Manifesto two or three times (which I discovered through A Place to Grow), but I couldn’t think of a way to do it that was humorous and respectful at the same time.
Prairie muffins sounds like a title for a porn flick w/ a lot of lesbian action.
Karen (#11): Funniest. Comment. Ever.
I think the unholy alliance of extreme left-right granola coalesces around their shared mistrust of modernity–their critiques are radically different, but their refusals to participate often look the same.
Brit, you are a knucklehead. But to avoid suspicion, I’ll change things around.
Knucklehead? No, just pointing out your title is in poor taste. Have a good afternoon.
The first comment led me to think of what I’d like to see cross-stitched and framed: stick by your snark
I’ll be that one would sell. Maybe we should put it on a t-shirt or something. I could see it now … BLOGGERNACLE on the front and “stick by your snark” on the back …
Wow… a “firebomb” topic on the afternoon of 7/7/05? I hope that title was inadvertent. It’s a little gauche, today.
Maybe, some of us are tired of blogging. And maybe, some of us are tired of Mormonism.
:o
Stapley, health food stores usually have the same vibe. Likewise, I find it funny how my leftist politics and my father-in-law’s right wing conspiracy theories often lead to mistrust of the same powers that be and their antics at home and abroad.
Sorry, I messed up the link:
http://mormonopenforum.blogsome.com/2005/07/05/temple-fashion/
Steve,
I’ve got a timely hot summer post too at http://www.mormonopenforum.blogsome.com/2005/07/05/temple-fashion/
I’ll see you in hell Laura Ingalls Wilder.
Actually, I have had very similar thoughts, Kristine. I have a good friend who is a devout Catholic and La Leche Leaguer. My observations is that it is a fascinating blend of leftist granola and religious right granola. Also, in Fremont, there is an acoustic instrument store called Dusty Strings. Every time I go there, there is a group of Amish looking folk sprinkled among the lesbian-communist looking folk.
Sorry for the double-comments, everyone. Clearly some server hiccups…
I appologize. Just trying to have a little fun…though doing so at the expense of others is inapropriate. In reality, I think one can be a good Mormon and do all those things concurrently.
One of the things I find fascinating about this movement (ugh! everything sounds like a bad pun once you start with prairie muffins!) is how much overlap there is with the parenting style of the left-leaning granola-crunchy anti-establishment types whose kids go to school with mine–the underlying philosophy is *completely* different, but the day-to-day practice can look pretty similar.
Hey, my mom was a Prairie Muffin! How totally cool!
At least it wasn’t a prairie oyster.
I am an almost daily skirt wearing, attachment parenting, extended nursing, quiverful thinking, co-sleeping, homebirthing, midwifery activist, organic food eating, homeopathic medicine using momma. I try to be a good Latter Day Saint woman but fail miserably at it most of the time.
Maybe if she quit all that antecedent nonesense she wouldn’t fail so much. /duck
J. Stapley–
While I am unsympathetic to half the items on her list, please remember that you are talking about a real, live, Saint.
Hey, my mom was a Prairie Muffin! How totally cool!
While not reading the whole manifesto, I always thought that a prairie muffin was a cow turd, somewhat dried, so as to differentiate it from a cow pie.
A framed, cross-stitched copy of that manifesto should be hanging in a prominent location in every LDS home. Along with a copy of the Proclamation.