February 28th, 2007
|11:15 am - Burritos and Oak Leaves|
Well, it's official. I've now gotten more positive comments on the article "The ADF Core Order of Ritual as Mexican Burrito (and Other Things in Your Grocery Store)" that appeared in the last issue of Oak Leaves than anything else I have ever written for that publication.
The main thrust of the article is that I compare ADF ritual to a couple of foods, particularly a Mexican burrito, an Oreo cookie, and a sandwich. The Mexican burrito is the solitary rite, the Oreo is the large public ritual, and the sandwich is the small-group ritual.
I had a teacher back in high school, Stan Czaplak, who was fond of informing the class that "if you stretch a metaphor too far, it snaps." Well, of course he was right, but it seems that I somehow managed not to break this particular metaphor.
It was quite fun to write (I admit, I was starving when I dove into it). Most comments that seem to come back are from people who thought that the COoR was restrictive or too structured, or that it could never fit their hearth culture. The point I really wanted to make was that the COoR really is a very simple thing, one that is actually very flexible and that can contain almost anything. Sure, it's got some rules, but that's what rituals are: they're rules and regulations that create an outcome. The nifty thing, though, is that the rules are extremely flexible (like, say, a soft tortilla that encases your beans) in most cases.
In the end, it's good to know that folks enjoyed it, but it's better to know that folks actually got something useful out of it. Phrases like "the article made some things click for me" are my reason for writing these articles, and it feels good to get them.
So thank you all for giving me the chance to write them, and for taking the time to read them.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: thankful
Current Music: "Changes in Lattitudes, Changes in Attitudes", -JB
No, sadly. It was my grocery receipt for the other day, telling me I drink too much diet coke.
Mmm. ... Burrito. I could use one right now.
(I have hotdogs, but no buns. This is strangely poetic. But I have never been able to stomach them without a bread covering)