As we left off last week, Anna and Sigmund Freud were at the Vienna Zoo contemplating human…
Editor’s Note: This Dec. 16, 2011 post is being re-run to celebrate Walker Percy’s birthday.
A programming note: Comedy Central is now running back-to-back episodes of 30 Rock just about every night.
30 Rock is the only network sitcom to give Seinfeld a run for its money, if you ask me.
Maybe I should be on Twitter. #TinaFeyIsAGoddess. #Duh.
Reading Walker Percy does not make me want to tweet. It makes me want to write.
It’s hard to say which one of Percy’s novels I like best, because there are several I return to again and again.
Currently, it’s The Moviegoer. I don’t understand how anyone could not want to read this book 20 times.
The Moviegoer was published in 1961, and won the National Book Award in 1962. Percy’s debut novel was the product of a long artistic journey. He was in his mid-40s when The Moviegoer made him a force in “Southern literature,” which is the kind of literature all writers born south of the Mason-Dixon produce, apparently. (Don’t get me started.)
This is me, John Sheppard, not some writerly pose. This is me talking, so listen up, take…
Since 2003 I’ve not been on a plane. I don’t have fear of dying. Dying is afraid…
Last week Gabacho concluded his post with the following comment, “The woman commentator was reading off the…
We were back on the road, headed east through Arkansas, south of Memphis, and down toward Mississippi….
Avoid the occasion of sin, that is, all persons, places and objects usually leading to sin. Be…
The days have become weeks, and the weeks have counted off the months. It seems that yesterday…
The sky’s so vast here in the Midwest Stretching like a giant rainbow reaching Side to side…
Sigmund Freud would have had a field day over how sex and perversion have spilled out onto…
I must admit to being a bit of a conspiracy theorist. (Nut, I guess, is what most…
Last Supper Redux from Gerald Cannon on Vimeo. — 265 executed inmates and their last meal request…