Show your colors
Inside: Late to the game as usual; Just another drop in the rain; Thinking it through; A fair amount of Dundalk people seem to have ate at Chick-Fil-A on Wednesday PDA I don’t wanna see anybody making out in public. Straight or gay. I walked to the Starbucks near where I work — near the…
Inside: Opinions are like @ssholes; Late to the Fluke discussion; So right that you’re wrong; the Christian Id; American Taliban Are you sick of people and their opinions? Facebook walls, Tweets, water cooler conversations. Especially when the topic has been hashed for so long already. There’s always some late-comer with something to say. As…
Today is Sunday, October 2nd, 2011. It would have been my father’s 65th birthday. He died last year, October 17, 2010. He turned 64 in a persistent vegetative state. I wrote this: Rest in Peace, Arthur G. Young About this time last year, my big sister and I had given the doctors permission to remove our dad…
I probably shouldn’t post this. Really. There are things I write about periodically. Usually it’s because I hear or see something and the topic comes up again and then I get an urge to talk about it and maybe in the process refine my thinking. And, yeh, sometimes I rant. This particular topic hits two…
Does Christianity suck? The fall of Christianity. A post-Christian world. I may say some things here that are offensive. Most of them won’t apply to you, I’m sure. You’ll probably agree with me for a few words and then think I’m an idiot after the comma. That’s fine. Criticizing something also doesn’t mean that I’m…
King of Prussia, Paoli, Berwyn, Chesterbrook. Valley Forge Suites. “300” on IMAX. “This American Life” “The Hot Kid” My road trip to King of Prussia to see “300” on IMAX was fun. I like exploring. It’s in my bones. There are things that I have predilections for and I have no idea why: knives and…
If I asked you who you are, what would you tell me? Your name? I had an interesting conversation with a friend today. She said she was getting comments about how nice she looked, dressing up for work, but it made her sad because “this” isn’t her. I said: The clothes don’t define you. The…
