define('DISALLOW_FILE_EDIT', true); define('DISALLOW_FILE_MODS', true);
So much so that it just executed the head of its version of the FDA for corruption. Yowza!
The mighty T-Rex! Which would make me Uncle T-Rex. Though he was calling me Mister Uncle Chutney. Well, yet another identity crisis…
With the help of Metalnutz, the brutal karaoke metal band that makes your grandma cringe with fear, Chutney rocks Tapwerks in Oklahoma City.
Every once in a while one of those spam MySpace invitations turns out. While I’m away in OKC, go introduce yourself to Tickle Me Jesus.
I’m taking a week of to go visit family and friends, so posting and comment moderation will be sporadic for a few days.
Back to Sharon Welch in After Empire. An atheist, she writes: What, then, is the religious? This is the name we give to those encounters and energies that are constitutive but amoral, those encounters that are vivid, compelling, and meaningful, but fragile. (Page 30.) I’m still chewing on that.