We have a special treat this Saturday, 7:30pm, at the Unitarian Universalist Church in downtown Fargo. Edward Falzon, author of "Being Gay is Disgusting or God Likes the Smell of Burning Fat: A modern-day paraphrasing of an otherwise uninteresting Book." will be in Fargo! You can find more information about Edward and his book at his website: http://www.biblicalmorality.com/
Edward should be arriving in town a little bit earlier than 7:30pm, so if anybody is interested, meet me ~2 blocks north from the Unitarian Church at Mexican Village at 6pm for supper - I've invited him to join us for supper, but haven't heard yet whether he will be able to do so.
Edward is traveling all over North America to promote his book, so let's try to get a good showing at this Meet-up! If nothing else, he has a cool accent, so like Dawkins, he sounds super-smart (and like Dawkins, he actually is).
Lastly, Edward's tour is on a shoestring budget. If anybody would be willing to host Edward for the night, please shoot me a note and I'll forward it to him and his publicist.
A quick sample from his book (you can get the entire first chapter on his website!):
17. The World's First Bris
When Abram was 99 years old, God paid a visit, and they went for a walk. “Listen,” God said, “I’ve decided to arbit- rarily change your name. From now on, you will be known as Abraham! You’re going to have a HUGE lineage, Abra- ham, and I’m giving you the land of Canaan, too.
“However, there’s just one small thing I’d like from you, in return. You know, just to solidify our mutual pledge. It’s just a token, really, you’ll never miss it.”
“Sure, what is it you want?” Abraham asked.
“Uh, your foreskin.”
“Yes. Yours, and the foreskin of everyone born in your household. Ooh, and the foreskin of everyone you’ve purchased, too.”
“Yes, and whenever a baby boy is born EVER, I want his foreskin, too, when he’s eight days old. And if a man refuses to be circumcised, run him out of town. He can be cut off from his foreskin, or cut off from his people!
“And I’m renaming Sarai, too. I want you to call her Loretta... no, make that Sarah. She’ll be having a son within a year, by the way.”
Abraham had a chuckle: “God, I’m a hundred, and Sarah’s ninety! You have to be kidding!”