It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream—making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams. No, it is impossible; it is impossibleContinue reading

The New Yorker: Wikileaks and the War

Amy Davidson on Wikileaks and the War: “…a leak informing us that our tax dollars may be being used as seed money for a protection racket associated with a narcotics-trafficking enterprise is a good leak to have. And the checkpoint incident is, again, only one report, from one day… … One… The New Yorker: WikileaksContinue reading “The New Yorker: Wikileaks and the War”

Giving up being right about God, about life, about ourselves, is a process of emptying. When emptied of our need to be in charge of all the answers, we open ourselves to the stories of people we have always thought we knew. And as we listen and speak, we find out differing and difficult storiesContinue reading

Sincere, unprovoked, but still shameless plug.

My friend @Transmillennial, or Kevin Beck, is a fantastic, insightful writer, even if he does talk about sports a lot. 🙂 Last week be began a series of posts on atheism. Here’s a quote from a recent post that I absolutely love. The brief stint of my slightly atheist/agnostic view was based on this idea of God thatContinue reading “Sincere, unprovoked, but still shameless plug.”

Fleeting, but exciting ideas.

Someone once described my mind as if it where a large room with intertwining strings with pictures attached to the important plot lines for memory’s sake. If I was going to draw a picture of what’s going on up there, it probably would look like that. When I remember events from my past, it’s the details thatContinue reading “Fleeting, but exciting ideas.”