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Author Archives: Ron Giesecke
Reading: The Terrible Speed of Mercy. A spiritual biography of Flannery O’Connor
I’m just going to have to admit that this woman is easily as fascinating as her work. I’m barely into the third chapter, and it becomes obvious that her awareness of the human condition was extraordinary. But the way she … Continue reading
Flannery O’Connor and the inevitable need for a Palette cleanser
In October of 1992, a long-haired, erstwhile rock star boarded a cruise ship and sailed towards the Virgin Islands. That would-be guitar god was me. An unrefined and generally self-absorbed bit of stock I was. Part of the way my … Continue reading
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Tagged Flannery, good man hard to find, O'Connor
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Playing the national anthem today
7:15 PM. Tiger Field. Colt 45’s game. And no, I don’t plan on going the full Hendrix. But you can find a link to the feed here. Time is Pacific.
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Obscurity, INC.
Today marks a rather auspicious milestone. This is the absolute worst day for traffic ever logged for this blog—and that possibly includes the first day I started it. I say that because the first day was at least glutted with … Continue reading
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Nobody’s working for their Wednesday
Because I’m currently indexed to the awful millstone of shift-work in a lockdown facility, my days off are . . . Um, and we say . . . “Calibrated.” Wednesday and Thursday as the the crowing glory of a grueling … Continue reading
The novel: striking my very first words
Tomorrow becomes the day that the figurative feet get put to the literal prayers: I will be firing the very first salvo in the journey to write a book. A novel. A farce. An existential comedy. A real humdinger of … Continue reading
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Box Number Seven 