I won some tickets.

Those of you who’ve been reading my blog carefully will remember that I went to a CultureFlux party last week. Well, I just got an email telling me that I won one of their raffle prizes: Arena Stage tickets for the Fall Playreading series, featuring Wendy Wassertein and other Pullitzer Prize winners. I’m not very much into theater. Should I be very excited?

Lincoln the Messiah

What if I told you that Abraham Lincoln was not only a great president, but also a magical miracle worker? That he healed wounded Union soldiers with a touch, and glowed with a heavenly aura, such that the Confederates could barely stand to look at his shining radiance? What if I told you that he did not stay dead after Booth shot him, but rose from the grave a week later, with liberty and justice for all on both sides of the Mason-Dixon line?

You would rightly think me utterly insane. Lincoln has been dead for 137 years; far less than enough to erase the sensible truth of his life and times.

Jesus had not even been gone thirty years when the earliest documents about him were written. Yet they contained astounding, even incredible, claims of healings, transfigurations, and resurrections. And the eyewitnesses to those stories attested to every single word of it — even to death.

Now, do we begin to see how improbable it is that “embellished” myths could have arisen so soon after the events related in Scripture? As improbable as me telling you that Abraham Lincoln was a Messiah.

(Speaking of which, be sure to check out Calpundit’s “fisking” of Gettysburg. Hilarious.)

James, Son of Joseph, Brother of Jesus

“Ya’akov bar Yosef akhui di Yeshua.” I don’t think the discovery of this inscription is quite as sensational an archaeological find as the media is making it out to be, but it’s an interesting bit nonetheless, further corroborating with the Protestant — and early Christian — tradition that Saint James was indeed Jesus’ younger brother. (This may be a serious problem, however, for Roman Catholics who insist on Mary’s perpetual virginity.)

Update: See? It was fake.

Of course, one wonders why there’s all this hubbub about “proof of Jesus’ existence” when we have several perfectly legitimate documents written by his own disciples within decades of his crucifixion and resurrection. It’s called the New Testament. (And no, the “Lost Gospel of Thomas” is not part of it, for those of you who’ve been watching too much Stigmata.)

Mathowie is quick to jump into the MeFi thread with a common fallacy, “Oh, Jesus existed, but his miracles are just legends that grew with the passing of time.” Completely missing the fact that the Gospel accounts are reliable to within decades of the events related — not even separated by a generation! — and written by people who had everything to lose and no reason to lie.

There’s a lot of documentary proof for the existence of Jesus, and even pragmatic skeptics acknowledge the bare minimum — non-supernatural — evidence. But the reactions on MeFi consist, of course, of the usual kneejerk iconoclasm. More opinions formed from movies like Dogma than from any real sense of reverence or respect — for deities or people. Sometimes I feel like MeFi threads are just contests of “How cleverly can you offend the Christians.”

Sniper News Network

Until the DC-area sniper is caught, I propose that CNN be renamed Sniper News Network. We’re concerned about the murders, and we feel for the victims and their families, but I feel like the media is trying to whip us all into a panicked frenzy. People are emailing or texting me, asking if I’m okay; when I’m hardly even in the sniper’s haunt-zone, and even if I were, the probabilities of my being targetted remain low.

But all media-related cynicism aside, kudos go out to the Guardian Angels, who have been pumping gas for concerned residents in the affected area. Brave and noble deeds, those.

Stoned

A pair of black teenagers threw stones at me as I was heading back from Rite Aid. One stone hit me in the shoulder, and all I could do was glare over said shoulder at them as they ran off. What was that about, anyway? This sure doesn’t help my opinion of the local savages. Little brats.

Abu Pula captured

Abu Pula captured. The AP story makes it seem at first glance that Abu Sayyaf officer Mark Bolerin Gumbahale was caught in a military battle in Mindanao, but read more closely: it just so happens that government troops were down South fighting the MILF — a separate group — at the same time. This guy, in an unrelated incident, was apprehended in Taguig (that’s the municipality right between Sucat, where I lived, and Makati, where I worked) playing a video game at an Internet cafe.

And I will bet you he was playing Counterstrike, like most Pinoy youths are these days. I wonder if he was playing Terrorist or Counter-Terrorist, eh? ;)

Update: Told you so! Intelligence agents reportedly pounced on Gumbahale … while playing “counter-strike” outside his house at the Maharlika Village in Taguig at about 11 a.m. on Thursday. (Can you see the dangling participle? Are you sure it wasn’t the agents who were playing Counterstrike?)

Microsoft’s Fake Switch Ad

CARS is, of course, all over Microsoft’s latest PR gaffe, which the rumor-mongers call a “fabrimonial.” Apparently the real reason for the fake switch ad was a “damned fairy imp”. In truth, the lady was switching from Mac to something else.

In other news, you’re not supposed to open your iMac because… you will find, surprisingly, nothing. Following up on the success of the fanless iMac, Apple decided to make an iMac without any components whatsoever. All you will see is one big honkin’ Airport card that sends your commands back to Cupertino where they are processed on, again surprisingly, a Dell PC and then sent back for display on your screen.