Feminist Ryan Gosling
I have nothing to say really, except that I like this meme. Carry on, Feminist Ryan Gosling.
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Homo Narrans
This weekend, the New York Times published an editorial entitled, “The Art of Listening” by Henning Mankell. The author discusses his move to Africa as a method to “see” the world beyond his own European perspective, and the editorial reads a bit like a travelogue. Time seems slower. Stories are not linear. Listening becomes more
“The song lifted her up high”: Jeff Sharlet on Faith and Faithlessness
Beefsteaks when I’m hungry Something tall and cool when I’m dry Give me greenbacks when the times are hard Sweet heaven when I die–Blue Dogs, “Sweet Heaven When I Die” While reading and re-reading Jeff Sharlet’s Sweet Heaven When I Die: Faith, Faithlessness, and the Country in Between, a couple of songs replayed over and over
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Back in Black (or my long overdue blog manifesto)
As noted in a previous post, my semester (4 classes, job applications, student advisor-ing, conferencing, public talks, etc.) gobbled up all of my time (and I didn’t even post all the other things that require keeping a small human, some pets and a beleaguered partner alive). In other words, I have been BUSY! My semester is now
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If you wonder where I’ve gone…
It’s down the rabbit hole of piled up exams, books to be reviewed, reading responses, conference papers, public talks, and oh, job applications too! It’s that season (the busy one called Fall), friends, and I am polishing my CV and shining up my job letter. I am also consuming alarming amounts of caffeine to accomplish
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the cuts, the rents, and the wounds: religion in everyday life
Kelly Baker I wear this crown of thorns Upon my liar’s chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair Beneath the stains of time The feelings disappear You are someone else I am still right here—Johnny Cash, “Hurt” What might surprise is that the run-ins pierce and balm in so many ways. The neighborhood
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