Sorry hun, them’s the breaks

PeaceBang, I knew it was just a matter of time. Today she wrote (“Why I’m getting more Calvinistic“): I just don’t think we can’t be trusted with just plain Self-Culture in the manner that Emerson preached it, and toward which Channing and Henry Ware, Jr.’s optimistic Christianity pointed us. Yeah, that’s what I said a… Continue reading Sorry hun, them’s the breaks

“Celebrating Life” best for bookshelf

One of the things that baffles me is how there is no UUA or UUMA commended special services (aka pastoral offices) book. Perhaps the seminary custom of compiling one makes it a risky proposition. In any case, one book has been invaluable with my non-church-going grandmother’s simple memorial and the wedding for the coolest couple… Continue reading “Celebrating Life” best for bookshelf

Moz’s new album fabu

Hubby got Morrissey’s new album (released today, er yesterday, April 4) and is true to Il Depresso’s form. A bit less pop-y, though. I love it, love it, love it. I even love the title. Ringleader of the Tormentors (Wikipedia site)

Pastor’s little helper?

PeaceBang is not unreasonably sour about iPods (“Mother’s Little Helper“) after reading an unthink-piece by and about plugged-in soccer moms in Newsweek. PB paints the iPod as audio Valium, and perhaps that’s fitting in their case. My experience is that is more like audio cannabis, if the 60s hype of “enhancing experience” is even half… Continue reading Pastor’s little helper?

“This beautiful creature must die!”

30 April. Extra links added to Wikipedia articles. James asks: What are your thoughts on the psalms of lament, particularly for their expression of faithful anger? This evening, my partner Jonathan and I each had headphones on, attached to our own portable CD players, listening to Morrissey CDs. (He’s back on tour after several years.)… Continue reading “This beautiful creature must die!”

“If it’s not love, then it’s the bomb that will bring us together”

The ever-dear Suburban Blight made me think, in putting me in her Cul-de-Sac, that though this is a special purpose blog, it needn’t be so serious and dull. (But bless her heart, while I sometimes feel like a YR here in Babylon-on-the-Potomac, she can still make me look like a lefty and realize I like… Continue reading “If it’s not love, then it’s the bomb that will bring us together”