It’s been awfully quite around here lately, and I wonder if there might be some bad feelings. I would like to apologize to for my bad behaviour at teh Korrektiv Summit last weekend at the Mandarin Gate. More specifically, I called Henri and Rufus “a couple of Nancy Boys,” and I would just like to say now that I regret that. It was the Turkey talking. That’s not an explanation, but an excuse. And a damn good one.
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Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
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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
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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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Would that be an example of the “wild turkey” defense?
What I want to know is, what’s a grumpy brother Catholic gotta do to get an invite to that thing? Ironic and Angelmeg, have you had any success on this front?
No offense taken. I too laughed until I cried.
me, I get high on Jesus.
I never get invited anywhere.
sigh
Earlier this evening, in response to Matthew’s query, I composed a long, involved open invitation to him and our favorite angelic and ironic blog-ladies to the next Korrektiv Summit, but Blogger belched when I tried to post it.
Right right…blame the technology 🙂
(Although Blogger is being an absolutel pain in the butt the past two days)
My dog ate y’all’s invitations.