It is 2:13 AM (EST) as of this writing. I am back home in West Virginia, with my excellent wife, Gina, and our wonderful kids (all asleep, of course). I am, as the expression goes, a happy man. I am just now returned from Nashville, where I was privileged to participate in the inaugural Hutchmoot (a conference of The Rabbit Room). It was a tremendous event. I do not exaggerate when I say that … [Read more...] about Happy Monday Morning
Archives for August 2010
I'm getting to hear this fellow tonight. Exclamation point. I love this tune from Counting Stars, "You Came So Close." Get your copy of Andrew Peterson's new CD here. … [Read more...] about Coming Close to Andrew Peterson
"It may, I think, even be argued that Communism in Russia, National Socialism in Germany, and Capitalism and Liberal Democracy in the Western countries are really three forms of the same thing, and that they are all moving by different but parallel paths to the same goal, which is the mechanization of human life and the complete subordination of the individual to the state and to the economic … [Read more...] about He Saw Our Age
“Lust is the craving for salt of a person who is dying of thirst.” Frederick Buechner HT: Justin Taylor … [Read more...] about I Have a Headache, Will You Decapitate Me?
Writers are a pretty pathetic bunch. Especially, perhaps, those of us who want to have a book published, but haven't yet. We have these odd tensions that are unresolved, like so many guitar strings tuned to the point of snapping. I don't know if this ever changes, but one thing we writers do is try to convince ourselves that it's everyone's fault but our own when we fail. The excuses erupt. It's … [Read more...] about We Poor, Pathetic Writers and Our Martyr-like Self-delusions
Hutchmoot, the first annual Rabbit Room conference retreat gathering summit festival event, is happening this weekend in Nashville, TN. It's the maiden voyage and I'm thrilled to be there for the breaking of the champagne bottle against the vessel. And the hoisting of the anchor. Also, the green-faced sea-sickness. The last time I went to Nashville it was for a basketball tournament back when I … [Read more...] about Hutchmoot Ahoy