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All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
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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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Is this from the film adaptation of Bird’s Nest in Your Hair?
I was scouting production outfits for the movie version and had to cross this one off the list.
A cynical person would say what else is there?
That wouldn’t be me, of course. I’m as light as cotton candy.
Glad they made that clear at the beginning. You get to the point in any project where you think that full-frontal is the only thing that will save it. Now I won’t be tempted.
Weddings, especially.
I wonder if they’d do an artfully erotic celebration of a civil union.
Anyone who has ever done weddings will understand this completely.
AMDG
Y’all should publish a little, glossy book of your snapshots. I’d like to see it sitting there next to the register at the Catholic bookstore.
“The important thing is not the camera but the eye.” – Alfred Eisenstaedt
Ha ha – you said “Catholic bookstore”!
Sorry. I meant “Katholic” bookstore?
Oh, you’ll go far.
Not related to this post, but my friend sent me this the other day and I wanted to share. On Dylan’s 1968 album cover for John Wesley Harding, he apparently wrote an allegory that in part reads approximately like this:
There were three kings, and a jolly three too. They were searching for the truth of the latest album by Bob Dylan.
“Faith is the key to its truth,” said the first king.
“No, froth is the key,” said the second king.
“You are both wrong,” said the third, “the key is Frank.” So they agreed to set off to find Frank.
It was late in the evening when they knocked at Frank’s door.
“Who is it,” Frank asked.
“It is us,” the three kings said in unison, “and we would like to have a word with you.” Frank opened the door and the three kings crawled in.
“What seems to be the problem?” asked Frank sitting down in a large comfortable chair. The first king cleared his throat and began to speak in a most meaningfully way.
“Frank,” he began, “Mr Dylan has come out with a new record. The record of course features none but his own songs and we understand that you are the key to understanding the truth of these songs.”
“That’s right,” said Frank,”I am.” “Well then,” said the king in a bit of excitement, “could you please open up the truth for us?”
Frank, who had been reclining with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them up as wide as a tiger and said, “And if I open the door to the truth for you, just how far would you like to go in?”
The three kings looked at each other. In unison they answered, “Oh, not too far, but just far enough so we can say that we’ve been there.”
TAGGED WITH: VOMITING THE LUKEWARM
FILED UNDER: WHAT A SHORT STRANGE TRIP IT’S BEEN
No Porn, No Weddings
Know Porn, Know Weddings
Yes, I know it’s horrible. I just had to write it to exorcise it from my head.
AMDG
Outstanding, Janet. You’re one of us now.
That’s rather frightening.
AMDG
Gooble gobble! Gooble gobble!
One of us! One of us!
We accept her! We accept her!
One of us! One of us!
Like I said.
AMDG
I’ve always been tickled by the way I skipped over Tod Browning’s “Huge success with Dracula” phase and went straight into “Total career suicide with Freaks” phase.
That scene is very evocative of Miss O’Connor–freaks and a peacock.
AMDG
Freacock! Oh, we’re onto something here.
I don’t know why I keep thinking about this scene, but this morning it struck me that this is probably a pretty good analogy of the way that the Church sometimes looks to others. It reminds me of morning Mass, where I always think, “there are not many wise according to the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble.” And also not many young, not many cute, etc. And that man up front, who often doesn’t quite measure up to the world’s standards, who is offering us all a chalice.
AMDG
Without the fine print, it looks more like a threat (promise) than a warning.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that…
JOB