So I was doing a (job-related) image search for “Vladivostok nightclub” and this young lady showed up. I don’t think she’ll trip anybody’s NSFW alarms, but she’s got me feeling…conflicted. I’m pretty sure that her efforts to share the good news of the Gospel are making her chilly.
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.
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Letters from an American
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San Diego Reader
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Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
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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
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Glory of Vladivostok
She looks like someone a lot of men would like to have protected sexual intercourse with.
Or protracted.
Grace Salacious, indeed.
Well-played, sir.
Catholic Power Band of 2013: Grace Salacious and the Chastity Tassels.
(They’re touring, of course, with the speed-early music quartet, NFP (Nativity Four Play).
JOB
When Tertullian said ‘The flesh is the hinge of salvation’….
It could be an enormously clever evangelization move. Positively existential. Lust, message, repentance, all at a glance.
Admittedly it is a calculated risk. (ahem)
…and I’ll shoot my daughters if they try this new evangelization, FYI.
At least she’s not wearing pants.
You’re confusing me with Simcha. 🙂
For the hopelessly confused, a clue to that insider comment: http://simchafisher.wordpress.com/2010/09/13/pants-a-manifesto-2/
Never let it be said that the Korrektiv never explains its in-jokes!
I’m a teacher at heart. 😉
Of course the questions begs with Franciscan persistence: “Vladivostok nightclub”?
JOB
Yes indeed. Yes indeed.
Hey! That’s not a picture of Vladivostok! That’s downtown La Crosse on a good day in July!
JOB
I can’t believe you didn’t head it: “From Russia with Caution”
O loss! O pain!
JOB
But now are they many members, yet but one body. (1 Cor 12:20)
Elsewhere in Russia, it’s good to know that some people know how to keep the true faith:
The sight that greeted the geologists as they entered the cabin was like something from the middle ages. Jerry-built from whatever materials came to hand, the dwelling was not much more than a burrow—”a low, soot-blackened log kennel that was as cold as a cellar,” with a floor consisting of potato peel and pine-nut shells. Looking around in the dim light, the visitors saw that it consisted of a single room. It was cramped, musty and indescribably filthy, propped up by sagging joists—and, astonishingly, home to a family of five:
The silence was suddenly broken by sobs and lamentations. Only then did we see the silhouettes of two women. One was in hysterics, praying: ‘This is for our sins, our sins.’ The other, keeping behind a post… sank slowly to the floor. The light from the little window fell on her wide, terrified eyes, and we realized we had to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Read the rest of the story at the Smithsonian: http://www.smithsonianmag.com/history-archaeology/For-40-Years-This-Russian-Family-Was-Cut-Off-From-Human-Contact-Unaware-of-World-War-II-188843001.html
Cubeland Mystic took his family to Russia?!
And Werner Herzog followed him there!