Applying to Grad School: A Spiritual Practice in Seven Emails
Dear Supportive Friends, Middle School English Teachers, and Madcap Coffee:
Dear Supportive Friends, Middle School English Teachers, and Madcap Coffee:
It’s like—gasp—a song can be both well thought out and an Oscar-baiting money-grab.
On the seventh day, God rested. He’d had a big week—you know how it goes.
Borges describes a fictional language that completely lacks nouns, and I tried to work out what this might mean in practice.
When scrawled or scratched on the skin of a beast
Or the earth’s frozen entrails, or the flesh
Of a leaf-maker, then I last longer.
This workshop is tuition-free, assignment-free, and pretty stress-free, but soon I’ll be back at my own school, and the cloud of duties will descend.
After all, what could sound older than a harpsichord?
These live-action remakes might not always succeed in being great stand-alone movies, but maybe that’s not a fair standard to hold them to.
I was further convinced of the potential goodness of Twitter on Sunday, when my Twitter feed was filled to the brim with two conversations.
I can make completely brilliant points, crack absolutely hilarious jokes, and ask ridiculously insightful questions and get absolutely no response from my students. What’s up with that?
And maybe that’s what Star Wars movies are now—a portal to a world we love.
Way to show those probably-reprobate, semi-Pelagian Catholics, Mel! Sola freaking fide.
Guinness played Obi-Wan in the original Star Wars trilogy, and I stumbled giddily upon his recording of Eliot’s poems while studying them for a class at Calvin last year.
I’ve made a list of twenty authors—twelve who wrote after 1900 and eight from the centuries before—whose work I’m going to limit myself to.
Thank you that this country is a democracy and that the universe is not.
“I do not think that I will ever reach a stage when I will say, ’This is what I believe. Finished.’ What I believe is alive … and open to growth.” (Madeleine L’Engle)
Rautavaara challenges the assumption that music belongs unequivocally to humanity by making birdsong a challenger and equal partner to “humansong.”
If I really believe that the Bible was inspired by the creator of the universe, it should be much easier to find that trust than it is with a series of young adult fantasy novels finished a decade ago.