Tag Archives: C.S. Lewis
Good Friday is good–but it certainly isn’t safe
I have always found the terminology–really the nomenclature–of holidays to be disproportionately goofy. At least in terms of the coolness: importance ratios. Let’s just take Halloween for instance. Now, before I even talk about this, understand. The minute a … Continue reading
Canonize Chesterton? Only if I can be there!
The other day, I read this fantastic rundown of Gilbert Keith Chesterton’s writing. I was reminded yet again why I love him so much–if Mark Twain and CS Lewis fell simultaneously into a hay-bailer, you’d get GK in a tight … Continue reading
My favorite guitar solo of all time
Growing up in a varied and independent pentecostal/charismatic circle of spiritual youth-rearing had many cool side-effects. Not the least of which was the ability to pursue music that was loud, melodic and passionate. At age thirteen, I bought my first … Continue reading
And another book idea has hit me
So the other day, I was listening to a couple of morning guys in the Northern California area, Armstrong & Getty. Being that they’re on the radio, I can never seem to mentally parse which one is saying what, but … Continue reading
How to become a schizophrenic with one reading app
I never in my life ever expected humanity’s ever-increasing appetite for acceleration to come to the point that the very act of reading would become a veritable Asperger’s simulation chamber. But it’s happened. Don’t believe it? Peep this app: I … Continue reading
In which I blatantly use an accordion-player’s cheekiness for my own pathetic attempt at self-promotion.
Some thirty-five years ago, my father and I were watching some telethon in which Sammy Davis Jr. was involved. There he stood, in a tuxedo and hand-held mic, casually making small talk after a song. He then mentioned that his … Continue reading
Stuey Takes a Holiday (on writing a book)
I’ve discovered I’m an aberration. Apparently, the old adage about “everybody has a book in them,” applies to me in the exponential. Because I’ve got two or three. And they might be interesting. By that, I mean “two or three … Continue reading
Master Of None 