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Category: Culture - page 8
Film, Television, Sex, Music, Literature, Pop
Robe Not I inherited the massage gene from my mother, but along with it, at least 12 generations of pietist separatism of one sort or another, so spas make me nervous. I have yet to encounter a “relaxation room” (the waiting area) that achieved anything close to relaxation. You get a robe. Other people are..
Again.. There’s something about breaking an eleven year habit that focuses your attention–and it’s actually a 30 year habit if we go back to computer bulletin boards, CompuServe, AOL, Xanga, and all the rest. I was a first generation “new product heat seeker” when it comes to having long arguments with people online, and making real..
Okay, now that’s funny.. And this is even better: WALLET returned to ARMED ROBBER! So the story goes… Late last week, one of our local eateries was the victim of an armed robbery. The suspect, Marcel Smith, age 44, of Moreno Valley entered the establishment, placing his wallet on the counter as he produced a handgun and..
You are still in jail So, Facebook doesn’t make it very easy, but I found out why I was jailed: Bette Midler. She wrote a vulgar poem about the President’s penis and Breitbart reported it. I posted it — and violated those Facebook Community Standards, at least in the view of some troll who follows..
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Did I even mean that? I’ve been thinking about prayer lately, and conversation in general, and I’m struck by how many phrases we use without ever really owning them. By “owning them” I mean understanding their meaning so well that we feel powerfully confident using them. It can be a confidence born of discipline and..
I took a nap and woke up to find a bunch of pretty girls being pretty for the cameras on the tavern front lawn. Vintage clothing catalog shoot. Now if only there were three million vintage clothing companies in America.. (more…)
I’m fairly sure my dad worked hard, and took risks, because he was tired of being poor. He worked onion fields in the late summer to pay for his own school clothes and he remembered meager breakfasts of cracked wheat cereal in the Great Depression. He delivered papers on horseback in the winter and he..
This is the 2nd fork in the road, going up to Grandma’s house. The pears are loaded right now. The pumpkins are flowering and we have some of the culprits identified. I set my best walking pace in six weeks. (more…)