Conspirator

- Brian
- I went out there in search of experience To taste and to touch and to feel as much As a man can before he repents.
Larry McMurty's Lonesome Dove received the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1985 and has been considered a classic of Western Literature since its publication, and it is one of the most enjoyable novels I've read in a long while. My
On the Road is one of my all-time favorite novels. I have read it at least three times, not including the one time I've read On the Road: The Original Scroll. I've been excited for a long while to see
Last December I started reading Gone with the Wind. I intended to read it over the course of two weeks while visiting family for the holiday season. The pinnacle of this endeavor was to be a Saturday in which I
Scene--The Queen Bee and the Gypsy-father are planning out their afternoon after a morning of cleaning the bathrooms. The Gypsy-father: OK, Queenie, we're going to eat lunch, then read a book, then watch a Seinfeld, then take a nap. How does
Credit: Prem Sichanugristhttp://www.flickr.com/photos/sikachu/CC BY-SA 2.0 Recently, there was a storm that moved through OKC during the night. It was not a bad storm, though there were some strong winds; it was nothing like last week's storm that produced the deadly
A tornado ripped through Moore, Oklahoma yesterday. Moore is roughly a twenty minute drive from my house, so while we were in no proximity to danger, the extremem loss is so close that it hurts in a special, initmate way. I
Thirty-one years ago this month, my great grandfather passed away after a battle with cancer. I was very young, and it was my first encounter with death. I guess I was close to my great grandparents; I attached to them in
Scene--the Queen Bee is following the Sharkdog around the living room, attempting to place a sheet of paper in front of his face upon which a long-haired princess is drawn. The Sharkdog, unsure of what is happening, keeps turning his face
Credit: Jonathon Camphttp://www.flickr.com/photos/viknanda/ CC BY-SA 2.0 I think church does not change because we always ask the same questions. The questions remain the same even though different churches might provide different answers. But, because the question is always the same,
Credit: Vik Nandahttp://www.flickr.com/photos/viknanda/ CC BY-SA 2.0 I think I've reached some cathartic, metacritical state of being in regard to church. I'm not at peace, but I am accepting reality. I am in process of reaching catharsis. Unfortunately, there's no verb
Credit: Daniel Horacio Agostinihttp://www.flickr.com/people/dhammza/ CC BY-SA 2.0 I've had a small amount of formal theological training. Based upon that small bit of training, I've accomplished quite a lot of self-training in theology. I've read many of the major writers, particularly
Credit: Sean Dreilinger http://www.flickr.com/photos/seandreilinger/ CC BY-SA 2.0 I have no coffee. I need coffee. I went to the store late last night to grab a few things and I didn't remember that I'd used the last of the coffee yesterday
Credit: Özgür Mülazimoglu http://www.flickr.com/people/mulazimoglu/ CC BY-SA 2.0 I'm a big fan of Flannery O'Connor; she's definitely one of my favorite writers, and lately I've been revisiting some of her short stories. I don't claim to have any great incite into
Gypsy-father: Are you a little bit of a punk. Queen Bee: No. Gypsy-father: Are you a lot o' bit of a punk? Queen Bee: No. Gypsy-father: Well, what are you? Queen Bee: Jesus. Gypsy-father: [Expression of intense confusion.] Queen Bee: Actually,