It's free thought time, baby.
My name you know, but perhaps the rest you don’t.
This blog traces it’s birth back to a DiaryLand journal that was started by yours truly in 2001. It has lived at RyanSutter.net since 2004. On this blog I write about whatever I feel like, but common topics are religion, free thought, food, books, music, computers, and politics.
In no particular order, here are some things I like:
I made bread pudding. Yay me.
So, it’s lunchtime and I’ve been having a lovely day sitting at home working remote with my girl. I got up early, got the kiddo off to school, came home, learned how to make hollandaise sauce, threw together some eggs benedict, and set about my day. I decided to take a peek at my Google Reader feed over lunch and I read an infuriating little article about some bobsledder named Lyndon Rush who has taken advantage of his position as an Olympic athlete to tell the world that he doesn’t believe atheists exist. He goes on record as stating that there are no atheists at the top of bobsled runs, that he doesn’t believe in atheists, and that really, the people who claim to be atheists are simply living in some sort of denial or just not at the point in their life where they are ready to accept God.
I laughed so hard my face hurts…
My life has been touched by many tragedies. Deaths and serious illnesses, rapes, murders, and suicides, I’ve seen them befall families and people I have known and loved. When one of these tragedies takes place, I’ve known the pain that they bring. I’ve also known the flip side of the coin. I’ve seen new lives come into the world, discovered new relationships in the fading shadows of old loves, and watched in wonder as, regardless of the tragedies, life keeps fighting, keeps extending itself. All life on this planet is one continuous process, one giant, branching, uninterrupted, tree of perpetual generation and re-generation going back to the time of the first self-replicating molecule, and it is beautiful, it is staggering, it is bigger in scope than the mind can comprehend.
Dylan Moran, one of the funniest people on earth (judging by the brilliance of Black Books) is dead on with this one…
…I cook too.
I have long loved the art of cooking. As a child growing up with a mother who was pathologically incapable of making dinner, I found that I needed to learn to cook in order to eat. I taught myself to read recipes at an early age, and experimented with scavenging in the kitchen to locate ingredients to try to accomplish the recipes on the cards that were haphazardly strewn about the kitchen.
