New Clairvaux in Northern California. I don’t know from Cistercians, but they follow St. Benedict’s rule, so they can’t be all bad. Plus, they just rebuilt their chapter house – the one that William Randolph Hearst dismantled in Spain and hauled over to the States. Read all about it here. Plus: vineyards! Ales!
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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On first glance, I thought I was looking at an infinity pool. You know—like the one Mel has. In any case, count me in.
Well, of course there’s an infinity pool. In keeping with Paul’s admonition to become all things to all men for the sake of the Gospel, the monks have become hedonists in their efforts to reach out to the people of Northern California.
The chapel showed no ill effects of its long neglect.
The Ovila Abbey Dubbel isn’t bad, either, if you’re in the mood for a sweetish malty/yeasty/toasted-biscuity brew.
Where are the women!
Looks like they’re having some flooding problems – probably need to install some basement insulation or something.
JOB
So far, this photograph has proven to be a damned fine spiritual Rorschach blot.
Word.
I mean, *I* thought Thomas Merton and ooh purty.
Shockingly bad taste.
I didn’t say *Merton* was purty. My taste is lower class but virtuous.