J. JONAH JAMESON IS ON TWITTER. Bless his old husk of a heart! Read more

IT’S 4/20. Go to church! Read more

THEY RECOGNIZED HIM IN THE BREAKING OF THE BREAD: Over the weekend I finished the first round of edits on my novel. The working title is New Wineskins. It is 64,618 words long (about 108 pp in 12-pt Times New Roman) and is the achingly sincerist story of a transgendered Yale student who becomes unintentionally pregnant. It is Catholic–mackerels snapping left and right–and desperately undergraduate. There’s lots of discussion of feminism also. Despite these facts, I think it’s pretty awesome.... Read more

MADAM CHAIRMAN, I AM CONFUSED. Why do people think official recognition and funding is a good thing for their organization? Surely we all know that having a bad reputation is the best way to attract the kinds of people a Christian would prefer! Read more

“I AGAINST I.” Read more

HE WALKED DOWN PICCADILLY/WITH A POPPY AND A LILY: Lovely photo of Wilde’s grave. (Scroll down.) Santo subito! Via Rattus. Read more

IS THIS THE BEST SONG EVER RECORDED? Read more

CHEAP TRAGEDIES: Noli Irritare Leones has a brief reply to my red/blue families post; here are three quickish points. 1. Right, all of us live in a “contracepting culture,” I wasn’t clear about that. I made it sound like I thought the basic divide was between people who don’t believe in contraception and people who do, which would be a ridiculous claim about contemporary America. I was more referring to the reasons people might be less consistent/diligent about contraception, which... Read more

FINAL GIRL FILM CLUB: SPIDER BABY. All the linkalicious Spider Baby love you can handle–and more, much more…. Of course, you can’t talk about this film without talking about the humor. Well, you can, but you’d be neglecting a large part of its charm. The opening credits, featuring a “Monster Mash”-style theme song sung by Chaney himself, clue us in that we’re going to have fun with these kooky cannibals. And we do: they crack jokes and even bizarrely mug... Read more

“THIS HOUR AND WHAT IS DEAD”: An amazing poem. Tonight my brother, in heavy boots, is walkingthrough bare rooms over my head,opening and closing doors.What could he be looking for in an empty house?What could he possibly need there in heaven? more Read more