I am in here.
‘Tis the night before I turn 50. I contemplate. So of course, my brain turns to mush. Much of the serious contemplation turns to the last post, which is a poem by e e cummings, recited at the opening of a conference I was just at by Brother David Steindl-Rast. He and I have become … Continue reading the last of 49, and the very last of 40
“Crunchy Cons: How Birkenstocked Burkeans, gun-loving organic gardeners, evangelical free-range farmers, hip homeschooling mamas, right-wing nature lovers, … America (or at least the Republican Party)” (Rod Dreher)
Information is calling up Gayle the Travel Agent to find out (again) what time your flight leaves. Information is having Gayle reserve a rental car. With a specific company. Information is you standing there at the counter talking to the young woman at the keyboard, seeing what cars in what colors are actually available, regardless … Continue reading what is information — what information is
… In my own party. As y’all know (because you read me religiously, so to speak), I’m a great supporter of science, including evolution and Darwin and all that good stuff. I’m even a reasonably good birder, when I can haul my a$$ out of bed early enough to see the little fluffy things at … Continue reading I guess I'm exiled…
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