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Wednesday, February 25, 2009

[177] the woodsman

Fail. Two weeks sans blog. And what's worse is that, really, the only reason I haven't been blogging is because I've been too lazy to upload my photos to Flickr. So, one laziness leads to another, I guess. But I've mostly caught up on Flickr and now I can blog with minimal guilt. Hi, everyone. I'm CoRri and this is my blog. We've been estranged for sometime, but I hope you can consider me your prodigal and welcome me back with open arms.

Moving on from my apology - which is becoming habit at this point due to my frequent blog neglect - I'd like to talk about a movie I watched the other day thanks to good ol' Netflix. The movie is called The Woodsman. I've been meaning to see it for years now, but finally got around to moving it to the top of the queue and making an afternoon of it. The film centers around a man named Walter (played by Kevin Bacon) who has recently been released from jail after 12 years behind bars for child molestation. Upon gaining his freedom, Walter does his best to turn his life around. As is to be expected, though, his past eventually catches up to him and people begin treating him like the scum of the Earth.

Now, don't get me wrong. I believe that child molestation is pretty close to the top of the list of the most deplorable acts any human being could possibly engage in. However, the key words here are "human being." As unpopular as the statement may be, I'm going to throw this out there: Sex offenders are human beings. They're human beings who sin and make mistakes just like the rest of us. Yes, their sins have much further reaching consequences than, say, my penchant for gossip or your occasional little, white lie. But sin is sin, and one of the most important means of pulling yourself out of that kind of rut is the support of others. This movie really challenged my thinking about the way that we view/treat pedophiles. They represent the one group of people that we feel absolutely no guilt about calling "animals" and other such degrading terms. It's true that sex offenders are often the most difficult criminals to rehabilitate, but are we introspective enough as a society to look at ourselves and realize how easy we make it for them to fail?

Reading the Oregonian online yesterday, I read an article about a man who killed a little girl. Here are some of the comments (click image to read):Reading this just a few days after watching the movie, these comments, which lump all child molesters into the same category as this murderer, didn't sit well with me. I'm not saying that we oughta welcome child molesters into our homes as babysitters or make them substitute teachers in our elementary schools. I'm just wondering if chasing them out of our towns, alienating them in the workplace, and making them feel subhuman is really the best way to lead them out of their sin. Isn't it possible that when the rest of the world has turned against them, the first place they're going to run is into the non-judgmental arms of a child?

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

[163] me in motion.

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Trying a little something different today and vlogging. It probably won't become a habit, but then again, it might. We shall see. I'm afraid that photobooth cut me off at the end. Some ridiculous two minute limit. Psh. But don't worry. You didn't miss much. The epiphany regarding my keyboard functions was pretty much the apex of the vlog. It was all downhill from there.

Monday, February 9, 2009

[161] cogito ergo blog.


I'm becoming more and more of a blog slacker all the time. Considering the fact that I give Kyo such a hard time for neglecting his, I'm beginning to feel a bit hypocritical. Again, I shall attempt a comeback. And again, no promises -- not that I'm assuming anyone is waiting with bated breath for my return to the blogosphere. But on the off chance that your breath was, in fact, bated, here I am.

That said, life is more or less rolling along as always. Working, sleeping, watching Friday Night Lights and my weekly installments of prime time soaps (Gossip Girl & 90210). Emil & I had the use of a car this weekend and decided to change up our predictable routines. We painted the town of Beaverton on Saturday, then headed to Multnomah Falls and into the city on Sunday. Even got to drive through a sweet cemetery nearby. It was a stellar couple days.

Today while playing a game with the kids, I witnessed the funniest conversation between Katie and an imaginary police officer (also Katie) who was looking to arrest me for breaking a dog (Nikki) out of the pound. While JoJo, Nikki, & I hid in the closet, this was what I heard/saw through the slats of the door:

Katie Policeman (in deep voice): I'm looking for a tall girl with black skin and black hair. Have you seen her?
Regular Katie: Uh... no, no one like that here.
Katie Policeman: Her name is CoRri the Babysitter.
Regular Katie: Oh, yes, well, I'm afraid she died last week. Hit by a blimp.

I nearly wet myself. Katie is the funniest six-year-old on the planet.

Now it's off to put away some laundry before my date with Alex Trebek. Adieu.