You’ll have to pardon me if my thoughts appear, in this narrative, even more disjointed, and fissured by mental stress-magma than normal. I’ve been through a horrible experience, the sort of thing I wouldn’t wish on anyone. I’m on the annual RV camping trip with the family. Most people love this sort of thing. I..
This will not stand.. I’m not just talking about the barbarity of African Muslims killing 147 Christian students in Kenya last week. I’m talking about the escapist, incomplete, pacifist bilge you hear from some believers in its wake. If you are the sort of person who considers what happened here — armed zealots, mentally and..
Yesterday, I argued there can be beauty, and even virtue, in tawdry places, but I think I was really wrestling with a more fundamental problem: how to live, when to speak, when to shut up, which jokes to tell, what life-script to pick. God certainly seems something like a playwright. He gave Pharaoh a role..
Confessions of a Worldly Kid, Grown Up Mary and I took a two-day break in Las Vegas last week. As a child, my father’s epic family vacations across the West — water-ski trips, trout fishing in the Logan River, choppy boat rides under the looming Grand Tetons — those were all second fiddle choices for..
You won’t hear scripture quoted very much, over Sashimi in Santa Monica or among biscuit nibblers at the Yale Club in Manhattan; the words of the Bible make the well heeled and the hip look away, awkwardly, as though you were trying to sign them up for a multi-level marketing program. They see scripture as..
“The goal of this command is love, which comes from a pure heart and a good conscience and a sincere faith. Some have departed from these and have turned to meaningless talk.” At lunch in the tavern, a friend of mine was marveling at our ability to deceive ourselves. “You can blame your golf game..
Ever since Sam Kinison used the term “courtesy laugh,” I’ve been careful to keep track of films that actually deliver at least a little honest comedy, and while Theodore Melfi’s St. Vincent isn’t fall on the floor stuff, there’s something sweet and honest about the thing. In the grumpy-old-man, get-off-my-lawn category this delivers. I find myself..
I copped out a bit in my last blog about sex and the Fifty Shades thing, because I called for “a frank, celebratory discussion” — and then proceeded not to have one. Sex is just difficult to talk about, but I’m going to talk about it, because I’m tired of the Godless scum hogging the..
I will avoid the temptation to render a judgment about films and books I haven’t examined and limit myself to this observation about the “50 Shades of Gray” phenomenon: the longing for sexual fulfillment, in this world, certainly does take many bizarre forms. Can we all agree on at least that much? As I write..
Why did I pay good money to watch Birdman? Not sure. It might have been a convergence of social media feed-strength, along with the vague sense that someone — Michael Keaton — had been nominated for something Birdmanish. I don’t remember Keaton in much of anything lately, and maybe he finally found something he liked…