Number of new posts in my Episcopalian folder on my Google Reader in the last 12 hours: 27
Number that, within the first preview sentence and post title, did not mention the Current Unpleasantness and therefore I actually bothered to read: 4
Number of the four that I actually bothered to read that came from Padre [...]
It’s an hour and a half until my flight, and I’m self medicating with a margarita (I. Do. Not. Like. Flying.) So, a brief update:
Where you going?
California. Turn off the dirt road, drive to where there’s no cell service and a big fire pit.
Where the heck were you?
I came to the conclusion church people [...]
Oh, and it was going so well. I’d met the gentleman two weekends ago, and we were sending emails back and forth in the burgeoning new friendship kind of way.
Then he makes some crack about basements in his neck of the woods being full of rednecks.
I shoot back, “What’s wrong with rednecks?”
He comes back [...]
All day, every day, I get faxes from around the world confirming receipt of various things.
Today, I got a confirmation from Fred Phelps.
As the long time readers of this blog will know, every so often I go on a rant about how, for all the bishops say people should be celibate outside marriage, they sure as shooting don’t provide those of us who are celibate with a whole lotta support (other than “Oh, I know someone who [...]
Bastardy and Baby Farming in Victorian England by Dorothy L. Haller.
Excerpty!
On February 25, 1834, the London Times echoed the Victorians’ moral and fiscal outrage over the state of poor relief. It was adamant that poor relief should be for the destitute and that, at present, relief to mothers of illegitimate children had reached “a pitch [...]
Best. Protest. Ever.
Ya see, in Burma, women are being kidnapped and basically enslaved by the military, to fetch, carry, and be raped whenever the men want.
But, here’s the thing: the military rulers of Burma are superstitious about women’s underpants. They honest to God believe touching women’s knickers or even a woman’s skirt will take away [...]
“My sanctuary is in the cupped hands of God.”
–Anonymous*
*Yes, I was eavesdropping on the bus again.
A voicemail I left in response to a friend’s request.
You want to be nominated to the Dicoesan Standing Committee? Are you nuts? Have you taken leave of what miniscule shred of your sanity you have left? Are you high? What are you smoking and can I have some? You’re getting married in six months, for [...]
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