Well, it’s Friday, and it’s snowing, and fortunately for you, I didn’t have any free articles left at Wapo and so was unable to read the one about how snow camping is the new greatest thing, because believe me, if I could have read it, you would have never stopped hearing about it from now until the return of our dear Lord. Instead, let’s do some takes. One It is snowing tho—and will go on snowing through the weekend. Apparently... Read more
One website I keep running into, when I’m taking my desultory early morning turn through the interwebs, is some ghastly offering called Ladders. I think it is one of those stepping over your dead self to better things sort of endeavors. There you are, a confused mess, sleeping too late (like me), eating poorly, spiritually comatose, and you think you need a change, and so you foolishly go to Ladders.com to fix it all up. The place is stuffed with... Read more
So, it is possible I watched rather a long video about how Jillian Michaels is wrong about the keto diet thingy. You were probably thinking of clicking on all those links, but then realized you had better things to do, and so went on and did those things, whereas I, fool that I am, asked myself, ‘What did Jillian say about the keto thingy that was so awful?’ Took lots and lots of scrolling to discover that she prefers the... Read more
This might be a pugilistic week for me. I have a thousand contrary thoughts about everything, and from all my too much time spent online, I can see that I disagree with all my friends about everything. Starting, probably, with the Gillette advertisement, and that business about the APA casting the masculinity as a mental health issue. To which, of course we can say, it sure is, but also, probably not in the clear cut obvious way the APA imagines. ... Read more
Good Morning. We have arisen (get it?) and done up a podcast about Anglican Dysfunctionalism—including commentary on the discipline of Bishop Love and the curious appointment of the Anglican envoy to Rome not feeling like he has to “believe in the bodily resurrection of Jesus”—and then 30 seconds of complaining about the PBS young Victoria program. Plus children arguing bitterly in the background. It’s the best. Don’t miss it. Here is the article about the Vatican thing. Here is my... Read more
It’s not the usual way that Epiphany itself falls on a Sunday so that the Baptism of Jesus gets to have its own liturgical day. Usually the two—at least in the old episcopal calendar—are jumbled together. And, let’s be honest, it is hard to pass over the sparkle of the magi coming with expensive presents to really concentrate on Jesus demanding that John let him descend into a muddy river in order to “fulfill all righteousness.” What does that even... Read more
The Bee has been reading my blog, apparently. Fifteen people tagged me with this gem, or sent it to me, with the joyous thrill of bringing two beloved friends together at last. It doesn’t matter that I didn’t say anything, at least not overtly, about Kon Mari-ing the Bible, which is one of those books you would certainly chuck for not sparking joy. It is that my bitter expression of the Christian life, materially enacted in my house and in... Read more
This is very important, particularly since I didn’t, how shall I put it, wake up at the usual time. Basically I spent this week sleeping through the book of Job every morning. My alarm would thunder catastrophically. I would stare at it in horror. I would turn it off. I would push play on the guy reading the Bible. I would wake up two hours later, bleary and disoriented. I’ve actually slept through the whole book four times. That must... Read more
[me surfing the internet] I have yet to take down my big fat Christmas tree. Instead of doing that I’ve been wandering around in a fog trying to remember why I even exist and what my name even is. Sometimes it appears to be ‘Mater,’ (that’s Latin for ‘mom’ I’ve been childsplained) other times the simple, plain, yet condescending ‘Mother.’ So far I’ve escaped the scraping ‘Yeeessss Master’ that other children from church have adopted. Is that from Harry Potter?... Read more
So the push to declutter is on. I haven’t been watching Mari Kondo—I don’t feel like I should have to, although I probably will break down and do it out of morbid fascination, because I endured the book, and because I got caught up in that funny program, Shtisel, which, incidentally, is full of very spare living spaces, Kon Mari would be dumbstruck—but it seems like all my friends are. It is changing their lives, as it is supposed to,... Read more
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