Instead of giving up the grape, I think I’m gonna give up the Internet. But I’m gonna try to blog. I’ll just have to do it without links. You poor souls. Happy Mardi Gras!
Instead of giving up the grape, I think I’m gonna give up the Internet. But I’m gonna try to blog. I’ll just have to do it without links. You poor souls. Happy Mardi Gras!
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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Are you going to have your blog entries delivered by carrier pigeon, like Jape does?
Or you could dictate them to your secretary through an open window as you stand outside in the garden like C.S. Lewis used to do with his poetry.
My secretary? You mean my kids. One for vowels, one for consonants, one for punctuation. The two youngest are busy on the treadmill, generating electricity.
So, does the “grape” include the “grain?” Could be a useful distinction…
I think I’ll be getting on the wagon this lent. Drinking is pretty much occupying the top spot on the Weekly Top-40 Vice Countdown right now. And I could use some good old fashioned mortification right now…
In hight school one of my friends had a bumper sticker that read: “Conserve toilet paper — use both sides.”
I bet your friend got all the fine ladies.
Or you could just let first son be your lenten guest blogger. That could be very interesting.
Jonathan,
I’m afraid I’m not quite ready for that kind of crushing humiliation.