Theology

Liza gave us little plastic bricks rather than edible eggs and peeps for Easter, but now the Pastafarians present (entirely in Legos) the amazing Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster!

Thus edible faith has now been rendered in the true building blocks of the universe, Legos, which although not edible, do multiply miraculously like the symbolic foods of the faithful -- Legos are limitless fishes and loaves in every room of OUR house, how about yours?

I've always had transcendent faith in food as holy, in chefs and chocolatiers as divine. My own most enduring ritual of faith is devouring human creativity in any form it presents itself. I'm not such an omnivore as Anthony Bourdain and his extreme cuisine -- his favorite eggs are the eggs of sea urchins, not exactly conducive to the traditional holiday rituals I know! -- but I do enjoy a variety of foods and well-rendered cultural infusions and combinations, and as you'd expect now that you're getting to know me, I especially savor the stories BEHIND the food.

[via The Brick Testament]
It's the Bible on LEGOS.

That's right. Reenactments of the Bible using LEGOS building blocks. A total drug-free trip. Totally whacked out and awesome.

What a week for trying to walk, talk, learn and think at the same time!

First, our 10-year-old son is listening to NPR in the car when he's riveted by news of an important fossil discovery linking fish and land creatures, a so-called tetrapod, lifeforms that left the water to walk on land.

He isn't interested in the news or politics, although he just
discovered Stephen Colbert and gets some of the comedy. He likes the
split screen where the contradictory wisecracks are on the right as
Stephen pontificates on the left. It reminds him of the wisecracking
moose commentary on the Brother Bear DVD.

But yesterday in the car, he suddenly wanted us to turn it up, so
he could hear all about the new fossil link. That was the first really
interesting "news" worth hearing, he proclaimed, but there wasn't enough
to the story. (He actually said this, exactly that way, pronouncing
judgment like a seasoned media critic.)
Intense investigation ensues when we can get online, after which my little boy, who has never been made to think about anything, hugs me with a goofy grin and says, "Hello, my fellow tetrapod!"