I’ve been doing one of my periodic re-readings of Moby Dick. Here are a few passages from the end (the three-day chase) that struck my eye this time through. Starbuck, of late I’ve felt strangely moved to thee…But in this matter of the whale, be the front of thy face to me as the palm …
Monthly Archives: March 2006
RJ 3: Anne Lamott
Out of Nowhere I remembered something one of my priest friends had said once, that grace is having a commitment to–or at least an acceptance of–being ineffective and foolish. That our bottled charm is the main roadblock to drinking that clear cool glass of love. I remembered what Grace’s stories were all about: self-forgiveness, and …
RJ 2: Anne Lamott
And he said–gently–that they believe when a lot of things start going wrong all at once, it is to protect something big and lovely that is trying to get itself born–and that this something needs for you to be distracted so that it can be born as perfectly as possible. I believe this to be …
RJ 1: Anne Lamott
In preparation for the Glenn Workshop this year, I’m going to be reading Anne Lamott’s Travelling Mercies and Annie Dillard’s For the Time Being. So, I thought I’d share various tidbits as they came to me. This morning, I read the following from Anne Lamott: The lifelong fear of grief keeps us in a barren, …
Happy Natal Eruption Days
On Friday, Ted and Nancy came over so that we could celebrate the two family birthdays that occured this week: Sherry’s on the 5th and Ted’s on the 8th. After a nice lunch out at Reino’s, we hurried back to the homestead to dive into some serious card playing. (Joy and Chris, please note the …
Library Update
——-> Last night I finished cataloging all of the books that are in our bookcases. I’ve still got a couple of boxes to do in the basement, and we’ve still got Sherry’s books in her office. However, here are some fun facts about our library as it currently stands: 1271 total books 1240 distinct titles …
Happy Birthday, Sherry!
Yesterday (March 5) was Sherry’s birthday. Yey! We celebrated Saturday night by having our 4th (or 5th) Monty Python Party. There was cheese, laughing, carving of pressed meat, and much rejoicing. Check out the full (image laden) report for all the juicy details.
On living enveloped in whale lines
As the profound calm which only apparently precedes and prophesies of the storm, is perhaps more awful than the storm itself; for, indeed, the calm is but the wrapper and envelope of the storm; and contains it in itself, as the seemingly harmless rifle holds the fatal powder, and the ball, and the explosion; so …
