December 26, 2010
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- Joel Bernstein: I know right?
- Rick Neece: Being nice is a dainty way to put it.
- Rick Neece: Hey Cristopher? Who cried “uncle” first, at the end of your ten-year stand-off? To quote my...
- Michael Smith: Ours is the kitchen.
- Amy Mabli: That’s what happens when you give the dogs the bed.
- Deron Bauman: Sweet Jesus.
- Michael Smith: Don’t we all.
- Pam: I have a story coming out soon in a ‘little mag’, Chicago Quarterly Review. An old friend recently...
- Pam: And I thought, somedays, that my work was meaningless…
- Pam: I remember Eggleston at the Art Institute in Chicago a couple years ago. He was elegantly dressed in a dark suit...
- Christopher Walken: Hey Clusterflockers, Realize y’all are hurting. I’ve been a really close friend of my...
- Marco: This works pretty well in mobile, more so in iOS
- Michael Smith: It was not the intent of management to imply all sissies are “namby pamby”. Management was...
- Rick Neece: I take umbrage with the term “namby pamby.” Some sissies are fierce.
- Carole Corlew: Shelia. Happy no big deal day. I would start your very own post but this phone is in semi rebellion.
Like Jesus?
Okay, I’m just going to be me tonight. I’m going to say something dreadful and dreadfully funny. Tell what my dear friend Lee said about the horror suffered by elderly residents of New Orleans who, as Katrina overtook the city, clambered into what passed for attics in their dwellings, there to tremble and pray as the waters finally rose and overcame them.
“Just think of those poor old people!” she said to me. “They died talking to an imaginary friend.”
Sheila, who else would you be?
Kelsey, I’m trying to think of someone who speaks her mad mind without, oh, coming off as mad nor otherwise driving people off.
My idea of heaven on earth would be to speak my piece and retain my friends.
That’s a dodgy reply, I know. Honestly, all I mean has to do with a personal and doubtless tiresome internal conflict.
It must be the season!
I always speak my mind, and I’ve never lacked friends. In fact, in my experience, openness tends to attract more people than it repels.
I’m not arguing this, because I don’t know. But my friend Sharon Rose has this to say: You can disbelieve something as hard and as long as you want, but that doesn’t make it not true.
And believing doesn’t make it true–unless one believes that need for truth makes truth.
That too, Daryl. I am not arguing either position. Because we just don’t know.
Yes. I have great respect for human need and its reaching hands. How many times will we look again into a dry well? How many people each day buy a lottery ticket and think: It’s just numbers, and it’s a number that God could deliver to the paper in my hand, because I have been good, and I believe, and I have a need. And when the number doesn’t come, a sense of failed ardency does. A sense of unworthiness. I think there is a view one may see at the start that will at least dispense with that sense of unworthiness.