
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
Good Country People
Labora / Editions
Sutter's Casebook
Betty Duffy
Bitkin
By Way of Beauty
Charlotte was Both
I Have to Sit Down
The Onion
From Empty Hands
The Fine Delight
First Things
Dappled Things
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
Transcendental Musings
The Ironic Catholic
DarwinCatholic
Inside Catholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Catholic Radio International
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
The Lion & The Cardinal (Daniel Mitsui)
Babes in Babylon
Fort o' Tude
Ellen Finnigan
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Godspy
Godsbody
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At least the Russians know how to keep the mystery of romance in the thing…
JOB
Wow.
‘I looked the man in the eye…. I was able to get a sense of his soul.’
The electrostatic crystal ball is my favorite thing about this.
A convenient genealogy for the ads comparing voting to sex can be found at Quandrant Online (http://www.quadrant.org.au/blogs/qed/2012/10/the-great-seducer).
Good research, Quin.
Nice find! This kicks ass.
What did we ever to do you?
It’s not only a matter of what we have done, but also of what we have failed to do.
Compared to the punishment that would fit the crime, Celine is kid’s stuff.
Waugh cut through the crap. Thanks.
Thanks for watching!
Diana Quick does a brilliant job selling that speech, too. The words seem too literary, artificial, and proximate-to-purple to work on the screen (as opposed to the page or the stage); but somehow, Quick tricks my brain into thinking it is watching, and listening to, Julia Flyte, a person pouring out her guilt, grief, and agony, rather than an actress reciting from a novel.
Incidentally, Waugh’s birthday is passing just now. 28 October. Hope he’s wagging his tail in heaven tonight.
The fellow in yellow owns it. Thanks, Jon.
This is what it’s all about.
I’m waiting for the gay version and/or the take-it-up-the-ass version and/or the rape/abortion version.
Never mind, Webb found it.