I know I can be a scowling noodge at time, and some people pointedly question why I am a Unitarian Universalist. (Usually after I’ve said something distinctly Christian or critical of the current UUA administration, neither of which I consider valid reasons for having “the door” suggested.) That said, I had one of those moments… Continue reading The funny places one finds resonance
OK, Terrance tagged me for this web-party-game-not-a-meme-thing. I’ll bite. 1. What is the total volume of musical files on your computer? About five gigs. Not much, but they’re all legal. 2. What song are you listening to right now? The last thing I was listening to — before taking off the MP3 player — was… Continue reading Music review, asks Terrance
This is my one and only posting about the new Star Wars film. A bunch of people whose blogs I read have shared a “I won’t spoil the movie, but . . . .” convention, to which I reply: Try and spoil it, but I think Lukas beat you to it. In any case, I’m… Continue reading A real epic cycle, please
Dear friend Pepa Katharine asked what my Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown list is. Since I only discovered it by reading between the lines of my own MP3 player, and removing the service music, podcasts and generally goofy stuff (like theme music from various Gerry Anderson TV series) I can’t promise there’s… Continue reading Self-indulgent MP3 posting
A while back, Hubby and I were in New York. After a lovely lunch with PeaceBang and two other friends, we walked south from the Upper West Side past the headquarters of the glass-fronted American Bible Society building. Since he indulged me the last time we were in the city, I didn’t ask to stop… Continue reading Biblical Art museum opens in NYC
Score another one for ChaliceChick Her Memorandum But just someone remember to clear out my Talking Heads and They Might Be Giants collection when I’m in the home. Generations Z, AA, and BB might be giggling.
I have been challenged. James, a.k.a. Peregrinato, got it from Terrance: Boy in the Bands–Even though he won’t do this, cuz it isn’t quite his style. But that’s his choice; I still choose to nominate him! Don’t challege me. I might take you up on it. (I’ll also quibble that this isn’t a meme, but… Continue reading Meme, indeed!
Hope at Appalachia Alumni Association casts my mind back to East Tennessee. My mother and all her people are from Knox and the surrounding counties. (Her mother was born in Sevierville; Dolly Parton was born there, too.) I’ve got Chapman Highway/Gay St. Bridge/family born and died at “the Baptist”/McKay’s cred. (If you have to ask… Continue reading Recalling East Tennessee
Every once in a while, Hubby and I will buy used phonograph records, with a keen eye towards the ironic. Who knew Andy Williams had so many recordings? Last trip, I picked up a 1972 treasure Listen by the Benedictine monks of the Weston Priory, Weston, Vermont. I bought the album ($1) solely on the… Continue reading Mellow with monks
Hubby and I went to the local IKEA for some meatballs and a little light shopping. Passing though the several sections, we were were greeted with signs wishing us a particular happy holiday, sometimes with a word of explanation of what the holiday was, or how it was celebrated. Every conceivable winter holiday was included,… Continue reading IKEA’s pluralism and particularity lesson