A gentle way to ease back into this blog would be a conversational post about what I did today in the sometimes-great city of Atlanta. So that’s what I think I will do. It works much better than an angst-ridden post about the various emotional travails that have kept me away from writing for aContinue reading “It Was a Good Day – in Atlanta”
Dolly Parton made waves a couple of weeks ago when she removed her name for consideration for a spot in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame (RRHOF). She requested that her nomination be rescinded so that someone more deserving could be inducted. As if. It turns out that she can’t actually do that, soContinue reading “Dolly-rock! Or Why Dolly’s finally wrong about something.”
I took a break, y’all. After writing myself into a corner and getting worked up over a nonsense conspiracy-laden faux-mystical tract about COVID vaccines in April, I realized that I had burned myself out. I’ve lived a lot of life in the past three months. I took a somewhat secret trip to New Orleans, enduredContinue reading “Sleepless After Seattle”
In my last post, I railed against conspiracy theorists in general. Luckily (or unluckily), I was handed an Exhibit A to rail against in specifics. Twice within the past two weeks, a two-page tract was distributed to me regarding vaccines. This bothers me because (1) this ridiculous crackpot publication is getting better distribution than thisContinue reading “Anatomy of a Conspiracy Theory – Part 1”
Growing up, the alternative kids were a refreshing, if sour, addition to the adolescent stew that simmered over the course of the high school and college years. On a larger scale, the counterculture ambassadors of the past several generations, the hippies and the punks, have made invaluable contributions to all aspects of society, from philosophyContinue reading “It’s a conspiracy!”
A sophisticated and sincere rejection of mainstream society would consist of going completely off the grid, disregarding how happy or colorful the prevailing society is, and simply recalibrating the balance of these elements for oneself.
We struggle with labels all the time. Wars are fought over them. Identities are forged with their assistance. We cannot lose sight that behind those labels, that people are people, and deserve to be honored (or dishonored) individually. We all have our own contributions to make.
People “of God” are no different than the rest of us. They simply chose a profession that claims to be aligned with higher ideals. This association with the divine can become its own burden and lead to even greater failings.
Or Sorry, I Couldn’t Come Up With a Better Pun “Oh, I could write a book.” –Anna Stevenson, close friend and fellow PK Wherever there are men of God, there are traumatized offspring left in their wake. We are expected to be either perfect or pervy. We are either kind, or kind of sickening. WeContinue reading “Children of the Corn-secration”
It’s kind of unconscionable that my childhood awareness of the largest and by far most populous continent in the world, and the ancient cultural traditions it carries, was essentially a hunk of brightly painted concrete on Gallatin Road in Madison, Tennessee, that housed an earnest, but not culturally all-encompassing, Chinese restaurant.
From the South - But Not Of the South