E.E. Reed
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— Walter Brueggemann
— Walter Brueggemann
Phenomenology Friday
Our friends from The Relentless Picnic are back together to wonder about the capricious, the unconscious, the uncomfortable, the vulgar, and the bluntly offensive ways in which we are always already bound up in interpreting our being in the world. Not for the delicate of heart.
Our friends from The Relentless Picnic are back together to wonder about the capricious, the unconscious, the uncomfortable, the vulgar, and the bluntly offensive ways in which we are always already bound up in interpreting our being in the world. Not for the delicate of heart.
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February 13, 2026 at 3:40 PM
Phenomenology Friday
Our friends from The Relentless Picnic are back together to wonder about the capricious, the unconscious, the uncomfortable, the vulgar, and the bluntly offensive ways in which we are always already bound up in interpreting our being in the world. Not for the delicate of heart.
Our friends from The Relentless Picnic are back together to wonder about the capricious, the unconscious, the uncomfortable, the vulgar, and the bluntly offensive ways in which we are always already bound up in interpreting our being in the world. Not for the delicate of heart.
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The Art of Luge-ing Isnt Hard to Master
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February 12, 2026 at 10:20 PM
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11 yr old, deadpanning: why are all these skiers competing for the american red cross?
February 12, 2026 at 2:24 AM
11 yr old, deadpanning: why are all these skiers competing for the american red cross?
me, walking out of book group, wondering about apocalypticism in the book of Daniel, in my best falsetto: i want my, i want my RPP.
February 12, 2026 at 1:12 AM
me, walking out of book group, wondering about apocalypticism in the book of Daniel, in my best falsetto: i want my, i want my RPP.
rejoice with me, for i distantly recalled that one of my books, which i have not referred to in many, many months, was buried in one of the corners of my office, and when i looked, behold, there it was.
February 11, 2026 at 5:04 PM
rejoice with me, for i distantly recalled that one of my books, which i have not referred to in many, many months, was buried in one of the corners of my office, and when i looked, behold, there it was.
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have got to go to the college library now and get filthy amongst dirty books.
—J. R. R. Tolkien, letter to Edith Bratt of October 1914
—J. R. R. Tolkien, letter to Edith Bratt of October 1914
February 11, 2026 at 3:37 PM
have got to go to the college library now and get filthy amongst dirty books.
—J. R. R. Tolkien, letter to Edith Bratt of October 1914
—J. R. R. Tolkien, letter to Edith Bratt of October 1914
Vol I: Ice and Stone: The Matter Being Ready to Hand
Vol II: Curled: Thrownness, Sweeping, and Being in the House
Vol III: Clearing and Destruction: The World of Resoluteness and Possibility; or, The Strategy of Shot Rock
Vol IV: Beers: The Phenomenology of People and Play
Vol II: Curled: Thrownness, Sweeping, and Being in the House
Vol III: Clearing and Destruction: The World of Resoluteness and Possibility; or, The Strategy of Shot Rock
Vol IV: Beers: The Phenomenology of People and Play
If my "irony factory" makes me rich, I'd love to retire early and write a 4 vol phenomenology of human behaviour during curling
I love how hard the competitors breath during curling, the sport where you push a rock very slowly across a slippery surface
February 11, 2026 at 4:25 AM
Vol I: Ice and Stone: The Matter Being Ready to Hand
Vol II: Curled: Thrownness, Sweeping, and Being in the House
Vol III: Clearing and Destruction: The World of Resoluteness and Possibility; or, The Strategy of Shot Rock
Vol IV: Beers: The Phenomenology of People and Play
Vol II: Curled: Thrownness, Sweeping, and Being in the House
Vol III: Clearing and Destruction: The World of Resoluteness and Possibility; or, The Strategy of Shot Rock
Vol IV: Beers: The Phenomenology of People and Play
the knowing nods from my female students, one in her later fifties and the others in their teens or twenties, as we discuss Calypso and Nausicaa and female agency and desire in the Odyssey.
humbling.
humbling.
February 10, 2026 at 7:58 PM
the knowing nods from my female students, one in her later fifties and the others in their teens or twenties, as we discuss Calypso and Nausicaa and female agency and desire in the Odyssey.
humbling.
humbling.
bumping this moment of pitch perfect pandering for my evening crowd of fellow graying folk heads.
i was at our diocesan convention over the weekend, and i am still thinking about our new bishop and how, when one of the youth asked what he might have done if he had not pursued ordained ministry, he answered he kinda sorta wished he was good enough to play lead guitar for Sturgill Simpson.
February 10, 2026 at 1:26 AM
bumping this moment of pitch perfect pandering for my evening crowd of fellow graying folk heads.
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ME: Lord, I just pray that you send a hedge of protection.
GOD: Say less.
GOD: Say less.
February 9, 2026 at 3:58 PM
ME: Lord, I just pray that you send a hedge of protection.
GOD: Say less.
GOD: Say less.
i was at our diocesan convention over the weekend, and i am still thinking about our new bishop and how, when one of the youth asked what he might have done if he had not pursued ordained ministry, he answered he kinda sorta wished he was good enough to play lead guitar for Sturgill Simpson.
February 9, 2026 at 2:54 PM
i was at our diocesan convention over the weekend, and i am still thinking about our new bishop and how, when one of the youth asked what he might have done if he had not pursued ordained ministry, he answered he kinda sorta wished he was good enough to play lead guitar for Sturgill Simpson.
Ὑμεῖς ἐστε τὸ ἅλας τῆς γῆς.
February 9, 2026 at 12:32 AM
Ὑμεῖς ἐστε τὸ ἅλας τῆς γῆς.
A tremendous loss for us in north Alabama.
Bluesman and longtime host of Talking the Blues, Microwave Dave, has died.
Bluesman and longtime host of Talking the Blues, Microwave Dave, has died.
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February 7, 2026 at 3:38 PM
A tremendous loss for us in north Alabama.
Bluesman and longtime host of Talking the Blues, Microwave Dave, has died.
Bluesman and longtime host of Talking the Blues, Microwave Dave, has died.
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A eulogy for the mass market paperback, "one of the most brilliant technologies in the history of the world."
So Long to Cheap Books You Could Fit in Your Pocket
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February 6, 2026 at 2:26 PM
A eulogy for the mass market paperback, "one of the most brilliant technologies in the history of the world."
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I think it's best for everyone to understand that the unified class project of billionaires right now is to do to white collar workers what globalization and neoliberalism did to blue collar workers.
February 4, 2026 at 7:41 PM
I think it's best for everyone to understand that the unified class project of billionaires right now is to do to white collar workers what globalization and neoliberalism did to blue collar workers.
me, rampaging through the house of hades: howl. howl. howl. howl. hooooooooooooowwwwl.
achilles: yeah. uh. don’t bother that guy. he’s mad mad.
achilles: yeah. uh. don’t bother that guy. he’s mad mad.
February 4, 2026 at 2:38 PM
me, rampaging through the house of hades: howl. howl. howl. howl. hooooooooooooowwwwl.
achilles: yeah. uh. don’t bother that guy. he’s mad mad.
achilles: yeah. uh. don’t bother that guy. he’s mad mad.
my entire life has been watching wealthy men with no sense of civic virtue destroy everything i have ever cared about.
February 4, 2026 at 2:31 PM
my entire life has been watching wealthy men with no sense of civic virtue destroy everything i have ever cared about.
i told y’all that bastard jb and his damned discount warehouse were ruinous.
but for some god forsaken reason we let him turn books into something even worse than commodities.
we let him persuade the public they were merely antiques.
but for some god forsaken reason we let him turn books into something even worse than commodities.
we let him persuade the public they were merely antiques.
February 4, 2026 at 2:21 PM
i told y’all that bastard jb and his damned discount warehouse were ruinous.
but for some god forsaken reason we let him turn books into something even worse than commodities.
we let him persuade the public they were merely antiques.
but for some god forsaken reason we let him turn books into something even worse than commodities.
we let him persuade the public they were merely antiques.
once, not so long ago, we talked about books in this country.
February 4, 2026 at 2:15 PM
once, not so long ago, we talked about books in this country.
after many days of bitter cold, rain. the green shoots of the daffodils stretching for more light. no more ice in the still backwater fingers, and the river calm, grey, almost blue. on the radio, lukas nelson and sierra ferrell blend their voices over the mandolin. blow your wounded heart wide open.
February 4, 2026 at 2:03 PM
after many days of bitter cold, rain. the green shoots of the daffodils stretching for more light. no more ice in the still backwater fingers, and the river calm, grey, almost blue. on the radio, lukas nelson and sierra ferrell blend their voices over the mandolin. blow your wounded heart wide open.
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Children, let me tell you a story from long ago, a story about how I loved your bad sentences because they were yours.
February 3, 2026 at 2:20 AM
Children, let me tell you a story from long ago, a story about how I loved your bad sentences because they were yours.
me, cuing up Groundhog Day:
11 yr old: why does the screen look different?
me: it’s the menu screen.
11 yr old: wait. it’s not streaming?
me: right.
11 year old: we own this?
me: of course we do.
11 yr old: why does the screen look different?
me: it’s the menu screen.
11 yr old: wait. it’s not streaming?
me: right.
11 year old: we own this?
me: of course we do.
February 3, 2026 at 2:03 AM
me, cuing up Groundhog Day:
11 yr old: why does the screen look different?
me: it’s the menu screen.
11 yr old: wait. it’s not streaming?
me: right.
11 year old: we own this?
me: of course we do.
11 yr old: why does the screen look different?
me: it’s the menu screen.
11 yr old: wait. it’s not streaming?
me: right.
11 year old: we own this?
me: of course we do.
van morrison is singing on the radio at piggly wiggly, and there are little debbies in the bottom of the buggy, and i know this all by heart. it is as if time had turned around, and we were back at the beginning.
February 3, 2026 at 12:04 AM
van morrison is singing on the radio at piggly wiggly, and there are little debbies in the bottom of the buggy, and i know this all by heart. it is as if time had turned around, and we were back at the beginning.