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I'm trying to re-restart something over at Mere Image.

Why not have a look?

Installment Nineteen...

I want to overhear passionate arguments about what we are and what we are doing and what we ought to do. I want to feel that art is an utterance made in good faith by one human being to another. I want to believe there are geniuses scheming to astonish the rest of us, just for the pleasure of it. I miss civilization, and I want it back.

- Marilynne Robinson, The Death of Adam

A New Devolopment

For those interested, I have decided to grow a big, bushy beard. This is what I intend to look like by the time the week's over:

I'll be sure to keep you updated.

Dancing With the Prophets, Singing From the Mountains

It seems to me that there exists no form of communication more purely postmodern than the mighty Weblog. With that in mind, I present to you...

this post, which has been carefully calculated to bring you your daily dose of (postmodern) randomness. Enjoy.

Sixpence None The Richer's '(Tension Is) A Passing Note';

Do I murder
When I forget you from afar,
Too drunk on the poison of endless roads
And the countless smokey bars?

But tension is to be loved
When it is like a passing note
To a beautiful, beautiful chord

Do I murder us
Putting pavement through my veins
Shooting in that special heroin
For the seeking and displaced?

But tension is to be loved
When it is like a passing note
To a beautiful, beautiful chord

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Is Napoleon Dynamite America's new folk hero?

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Midnitcafe's having some fond flashbacks.

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READ THIS AND DIE! Uh, I mean READ THIS OR DIE!

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I forget where this link leads...

Who Wrote it?

Hey all you free-weeling fun-lovin' blog-reading people-types; your favorite blog just got a little bit more cultured! Every month (or whenever I feel like it) I will present you with a poem but will not include the author's name or the title of the poem, it will be up to you, my oh so cultured friend, to come up the missing information! Think you're up to the task? Well then, here's your first poem, have fun!

==Magical Mystery Poem #1==

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea

Darn!

Twice I have taken this stinkin' test and twice I have turned up as

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!

Tell me it's not true!


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UPDATE: I took the world leaders test and am much more heartened by the results, take a look:

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Apologia

BlogPriest: Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to acknowledge that the Foolish Knight received a full dozen wonderful, encouraging and affirming letters during his time at camp.

BlogCongregation: Huzza!

BlogPriest: But hold your rejoicing! For the Foolish Knight has shamefacedly admitted to me in the BlogConfessional that he sent only ONE letter from camp!

BlogCongregation: Gasp!

BlogPriest: He asks me to convey that he is very sorry for his inaction and holds those who have been slighted dearer than they can imagine.

BlogCongregation: Hmpf!

BlogPriest: He asks that the offended parties extend their seemingly unending patience a wee bit longer for he has to write graduation Thank Yous.

BlogCongregation: Villain! Vile Wretch! Unloving, Pigsnouted, Putrid Mass!

BlogPriest (taken aback): Hang on now...

BlogCongregation: STONE HIM! OFF WITH HIS HEAD! BURRRN HIM!

The Foolish Knight (who has been hiding in the BlogConfessional, thinks quietly to himself): Hmm. Perhaps I'd better get writing...

Can the Foolish Knight convince his friends that he still loves them? Will he finish his various writing tasks in time? Will the BlogCongregation find the Foolish Knight? And if they do, will they have mercy or will they turn this into the Foolish Knight's LAST POST?

TO BE CONTINUED!

Installment Eighteen...

"When I began, Christianity came before the great mass of my unbelieving fellow countrymen either in the highly emotional form offered by revivalists or in the unintelligible language of the highly cultured clergymen. Most men were reached by neither. My task was therefore simply that of a translator - one turning Christian doctrine, or what he believed to be such, into the vernacular, into language that unscholarly people would attend to and could understand... One thing is sure. If the real theologians had tackled this laborious work of translation about a hundred years ago, when they began to lose touch with the people (for whom Christ died), there would have been no place for me."

- C. S. Lewis

Sorry, Can't Blog Now!

I'm reading Marilynne Robinson's Gilead!

I'll try to let you know more about it when I'm done, but all I know for now is that this (Ms. Robinson's second novel) is the story of an ageing pastor who, in a letter to his seven year-old son, takes a long look back on his life. This first person narritive won this year's Pulitzer Prize and is so far quite beautiful and reflective.

Hey, why don't you see if you can't find yourself a copy and we'll read it together? (Sorry, slipped into Mr. Rogers mode there; it's late here. And I'm off to bed, uh, after I read Gilead of course.)

Oh, and by the way, I've fallen in love.

With the music of Sufjan Stevens. More specifically the songs "Chicago" and "Woman at the Well". "Chicago" is from the album pictured here; Illinoise. If you'd like to purchase the full album for me so that I could listen the WHOLE THING instead of just filling the gaps with tantalizing reviews then please, feel free to do so. Meanwhile I can of course link you to one or two of the aforementioned reviews. Enjoy!

I thought I'd share a little aesthetic beauty with you, compliments of a good friend of mine. Nice photo Mate!

Greetings. Angst. Back to Business As Usual.

Hello all, I'm back from a wonderful summer and am excited/fearful to be here once again in the electronic village of blogging ("Electronic Village." Hmm. Sounds like a good blog title, or maybe a band name?).

Anyway I'm excited, because now the ideas and fancies that have been bubbling on the back burner of my mind can be brought out and developed more fully. Fearful, because stuff like that almost never happens; I find that all that I want to do most (like conveying the kinds of ideas that keep me up at night in excitement) I am powerless to do. More than once I've set out to change the world with a post of stunning brilliance but end up just placing one more well intentioned brick on the wall separating myself from the practical world.

I know that this minor fit of angst is by no means limited to my realm of personal experience (cf. Romans 7), but I just happen to be feeling it closely, now that I'm setting finger to keyboard once again in an effort to relate the details of the backyard odyssey mentioned in this blog's tagline.

However that wall (the one separating me from the practical world) is no longer here and I am, so we'll see what comes of this rebirth. And don't worry if it sounds like I'm forgoing all fun and frivolity in favor of furrowed brow and set jaw. That's not the case at all, I'm simply asking for your help (understanding?) as I take baby steps to become a better blogger.