Just because the folks at the Ooze are good folks, here’s the Spiritual Formation page at the Ooze that they asked me to link to. It’s supposed to get the Ooze up higher on Google searches and such–kinda like “miserable failure” punched into Google yields either Dubya’s bio page or Michael Moore’s page or Jimmy [...]
I never used to have dreams about plays, but in the last seven years, since I first read about existentialism, I’ve had them over and over. One of the existentialists (want to say Sartre, but I’m not sure) called life a play for which we know not the lines but in which we stand center [...]
I had one of my anxiety dreams last night. Mary and I were sitting in our car overlooking some kind of parade when Cynthia from the library came walking along. Suddenly I realized that I was supposed to be at the library an hour and a half ago to sub for her. She told me [...]
I dreamed last night that Richard Gilmore (from the show Gilmore Girls) was my father-in-law and that Mary and I were visiting for a weekend. He kept ranting about how I should get a real job, and I accidentally dropped about eight spoons down the garbage disposal. Details beyond that are fuzzy. Barth is still [...]
No dream recollections from last night; I believe I was just too tired. Barth’s Dogmatics in Outline is almost finished, and I know now why he’s such a compelling figure in theology. I also wonder whether I could sustain reading through twenty volumes of his intense prose. On the other hand, he’s given my little [...]
In my dream last night (you thought I’d stopped this blogging thing, didn’t you?), I was tired, so I found a can of cola to drink. Unfortunately, it was a can of high-octane Jolt Max (I’m not sure whether they actually make such a drink). The result of my ingesting the drink was that I [...]
