A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Literature & History
Letters from an American
Beau of the Fifth Column
This American Life
The Writer’s Almanac
San Diego Reader
The Stranger
The Inlander
Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
America
Commonweal
First Things
National Review
The New Republic
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
DarwinCatholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
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Last night a little dancer
Came dancin to my door
Last night a little angel
Came pumping on the floor
She said a come baby
Ive got a license for love
And if it expires
Pray help from above
Because
In the midnight hour
She cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell
She cried more, more, more
Owww
In the midnight hour, babe
More, more, more
With a rebel yell
More, more, more
More, more, more
She dont like slavery
She wont sit and beg
But when Im tired and lonely
She sees me to bed
What set you free
And brought you to me, babe
What set you free
I need you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour
She cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell
She cried more, more, more
Wowww
In the midnight hour, babe
More, more, more
With a rebel yell
More, more, more
He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well hes out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it dont mess up his hair
Oww ha
I walk the ward for you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain
A million times for you
Id sell my soul for you, babe
For money to burn for you
Id give you all and have none, babe
Just a, just a, just a, just a
To have you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour
She cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell
She cried more, more, more
Wowww
In the midnight hour, babe
More, more, more
With a rebel yell
She cried more, more, more
More, more, more
Oo yeah, a little baby
She want more
More, more, more, more, more
Oo yeah, a little angel
She want more
More, more, more, more, more
So is there going to be food at this shindig?
Rufus & Co., have you ever drunk Rebel Yell? The Wife and I did a tasting of under-$10 bourbons, and the Safeway Select brand beat out Rebel Yell. I say this as a longtime bourbon drinker and a friend: reconsider. At least Early Times has a literary pedigree. Not that I’d really argue for Early Times either. It’s whiskey. Spend a little. If you want light and lovely, try Makers Mark. Wild Turkey is classic. But there are plenty of others as well…Rebel Yell may cause the South to rise again, but perhaps not in a way you would desire…
p.s. I thought this year’s Korrektiv Summit was supposed to be held at Casa Godsbody. I went and replaced the tetherball just for you…
Well, it was provided by Henri — who is normally a Wild Turkey drinker but now claims this is his default bourbon. For myself I had some bad formative experiences with bourbon during my misspent youth and consequently have trouble judging one from another. I generally opt for Jameson’s Irish Whiskey if I have my druthers. Which was the official beverage of Korrektiv Summit I. And, yes, IC, we had pizza. And cigars. And I’m not sure about my co-bloggers, Matthew, but I’m going to be on a surfing safari in the vicinity of Casa Godsbody shortly after Christmas this year, so watch out!
Sigh. You guys are going to be “summiting” and I am going to be studying my brains out.
Life is so not fair.
and just think, some day soon I will have a piece of paper that will say I have Mastered some useless knowledge. I am so blessed. (do you suppose I have hit that proverbial wall that comes somewhere between the end of the program and the actual completion? I think so!)
Hoist one (or two, or ten) for me at this summit. I will be with you in spirit living vicariously through your posts as I wade through the Ancient philosophers.
Matthew: I thought it was pretty good. But then I grew up pouring Jack Daniel’s into cans of TAB during my free period, so maybe my tastes aren’t the most reliable.
And it went damn well with the pork rinds, I might add.
Angelmeg: Recall that one outward sign of Socrates’ personal sanctity was his ability to drink large quantities of alcohol and maintain control of his faculties. He was also able to refrain from the homosexual advances from Alcibiades. At the Korretiv summit we were able to achieve these high standards of holiness as well.
Except Henri.
Who fell head-first into the barbeque pit and set his hair on fire.
Why was I not informed of the Korrektiv Summit?
It’s the filthy rags and matted hair isn’t it?
It’s too bad I would have brought better liquor and guns.
I have found that the only way I can make it through this semester is by consuming mass quantities of alcohol (for me at least, which means drinking alcohol every night to dull the pain of having to read the deadly boring stuff I have to read — not Kierkegaard)
If consuming mass quantities of alcohol and staving off same sex advances makes one a philosopher then I may be well on my way to that lofty goal after all.
woo hoo
the end of august can’t come soon enough.