Scenes From the Korrektiv Summit
August 15, 2007 by at 4:53 pm
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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Enough with the clips…make with the pithy…..
I had a pithy idea yesterday but now it’s left me.
I’m thinking that perhaps I would be better served if I stayed away from the summits.
I can admire you all from afar so much more gracefully.
…
Someday we’ll have a summit on the mount of the Lord and we’ll all be there together.
Now I remember. I had two ideas.
1. Hold a Korrektiv F-Bomb festival, with a limerick contest, just to maintain our NC-17 rating, and because, well, the f-word is so effin’ excellent really. Freakin’ great word, flippin’ wonderful.
2. A more philosophical post on the crisis of On Demand. I was going to talk about how it puts too much (and yet paradoxically too little) burden on the poor consumer. How in college we would get together and watch The Cosby Show or how I’d drive to my sister’s on Monday nights to watch Northern Exposure because the one channel I got in Aberdeen was the one that had The Simpsons and Star Trek The Next Gen. but not Northern Exposure. How these scheduled events were more prone to community whereas now we walk around with our iPods or watch our shows on TiVo or On Demand whenever and wherever we want and usually alone, the same way we mostly drive alone (hence the advent of the Diamond Lane, which wouldn’t be a bad name for a band, come to think of it). And I was going to bring in the conversation I had with some guy in one of the bars I’d ventured into upon turning twenty-one (twenty-one years ago now) who had the idea of building a dream house which would include an automatically delivered bong hit from a receptacle built into the wall at a set time each morning. I said something about free will or automatons or some such and he said, “But you’d have to get up and be there on time each morning.” And then I was going to bring this mini-essay back around to the plague of possibility and the problem of time and the related issues of anxiety and alienation. There was a passage by the pope in this month’s Magnificat about how love and forgiveness are the only solution to these problems that have time at their root. Kierkegaard: purity of heart is to will one thing. (Although maybe he got that from the Bible, methinks.) Percy: lucky the man who doesn’t secretly believe every possibility is open to him. Etc.
Another idea for a recurring column on Korrektiv: Barista of the Month. Profiling my favorite baristas in Spokane and abroad. Except that my wife would eventually take notice and take umbrage at my expressing that level of interest in young women serving me addictive beverages. Maybe I could just ghost write it for Quin?