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Dancing... or drinking through life
I am not even sure that I know how to do a link anymore. I'm giving it a shot though so, three readers, please forgive me if I mess this up.
So Rod Dreher's sister is battling cancer. It is nasty. Their faith is extraordinary. Here's his latest post (I think)
There are 8 comments on it.
As I scrolle
posted 3:05:22pm Mar. 02, 2010 |
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Back...
I'm back here at JWalking after a bit of time because I just want someplace to record thoughts from time to time. I doubt that many of the thoughts will be political - there are plenty upon plenty of people offering their opinions on everything political and I doubt that I have much to add that will
posted 10:44:56pm Mar. 01, 2010 |
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Learning to tell a story
For the last ten months or so I've been engaged in a completely different world - the world of screenwriting. It began as a writing project - probably the 21st Century version of a yen to write the great American novel - a shot at a screenplay. I knew that I knew nothing about the art but was inspir
posted 8:01:41pm Feb. 28, 2010 |
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And just one more
I have, I think, just one more round of chemo left.
When I go through my pill popping regimen tomorrow morning it will be the last time for this particular round of drugs. Twenty-three rounds, it seems, is enough.
What comes next? We'll go back to what we did after the surgery. We'll watch and measu
posted 11:38:45pm Nov. 18, 2008 |
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A Newfie for Obama
NPR asked me to do a short memo to the president-elect. I chose to do it on the dog he should choose... and why. Check it out.
posted 12:25:10am Nov. 15, 2008 |
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posted November 25, 2006 at 1:41 am
I assume one of the kids got Park Place, and not you?
posted November 25, 2006 at 3:46 am
What lies ahead? My actions and inactions contribute to but do not determine that. That makes life uncertain, precarious, and also precious. The one advantage that (i) have over God is to have limitations and mortality. To be heroically virtuous requires what seems on the surface to be futile. (i) struggle through life with the certainty of death and suffering, and yet somewhere in me, buried, an amazing strength and beauty waits. To die is to relinquish and reveal the centre which in life lay hidden beneath veils. When the last veil falls no distance remains to be bridged. Duality collapses into what it always is, Singularity.