September 24, 2008 2 Comments
I understand this word means different things to different people (How cool is the one-word title? Rob Bell would be so proud).
There is of course the practice of eating and vomiting so as to meet some twisted aesthetic societal standard.
You have this type of purge, nothing more needs to be said.
Iosef Vissarionovich Stalin had his own purge in which he ordered the arrest and imprisonment of millions of his own countrymen, executing hundreds of thousands of these people. Ol’ Joe made a heck of a Russian, too bad he was Georgian.
There is the Great Jedi Purge in which Emperor Palpatine and his henchman Darth Vader (below) systematically sought to exterminate the Jedi from the face of that ancient and faraway galaxy.
What is this Galaxy coming to?
As for yours truly, the only purges that touch my life with any frequency are my wife’s thorough “stuff purges”.
Fellows, if you have an office/workspace at home it might be a frightful mess but at least you know where everything is at. Then along comes your industrious wife to tidy everything up, but in reality has messed up the perfectly sane disaster you call a desk.
My wife purges everything by exiling whatever is in plain sight to the nether regions of our house. For the last week or so, I’ve been looking for In Your Honor by Foo Fighters (below).
Last time I saw this great album was on our office desk and suffice it to say it is now gone (thankfully all the songs are in the iPod). I don’t know its whereabouts but I do know that I will not see this album until we move.