All I want for Christmas is an app that calls my child on all possible devices, platforms, chats, messages, and apps simultaneously until they answer me. Parental spamming.
What time is it? It is the time after the apocalypse of the faith of Christ, the time, therefore, of God’s making things right by Christ’s faith, the time of the presence of the Spirit of Christ…
“We’re living in a public moment and that’s why poets need to come back. While we’re all living on the outside we need someone living on the inside, to watch themselves and then us, to bring our inside out. Do you know what I mean. Our time needs a shadow.”
—Eileen Myles, 1998
This very raw interview with Russ Taff, one of the greatest voices in Christian music, is hard to watch (and not something for kids) but so powerful: youtu.be/E0Sfw2UZwUA?si=yr_s…
!!!!❤️ Be still my heart!
"She has cut at least a dozen songs there, including a gently psychedelic cover of Judee Sill’s “The Kiss.”"
nytimes.com/2024/05/30/arts/…
what a loss, that this scene was cut! had no idea.
though the scene is still powerful, however minimal.
wonderful of Steve Martin to bring this to light. what better eulogy for John Candy.
Life's been a bit rough and tumble lately, but I'm breaking my Twitter silence to declare a personal pet peeve: when an actor on a show has a cold in real life. All suspension of reality is lost and can only think about how they need to go home and rest. TV MAGIC GONE.
You have to know that Greg struggled with anxiety quite severely, so this was by far NOT his normal state of composure. (I've always embraced that moment as a very real gift of the Holy Spirit.) (3/x)
All to say, it's a surreal experience to time-travel between the mundane dregs of my present technological labor and those sacred, liminal spaces from the not-so-distant past. Like living in split timelines. Also, I think Greg would be so proud (4/x)
and amused that I'm working as a freelancer, with clients and invoicing and project management... it's kind of ridiculous in a very nuanced way that only he would understand. Hearing his laugh about the absurdity of it all makes the time-travel nausea a little more bearable.
to Rush Hospital where, on his deathbed, Greg was—in some sacred way—absolutely and peacefully unanxious about the kids and I being ok without him. Not that we would be unaffected, but he wasn't worried about us being taken care of. He had no doubt that we'd figure it out. (2/x)
I still haven't figured out how to capture all the bizzaro ways that grief interacts with day-to-day life. But—in an attempt—today it looked like trudging through CRMs and productivity platforms for my business and then suddenly being portaled back (1/x)
Happy publication day to ZERO AT THE BONE! Christian Wiman braids poetry, memoir, and criticism to create an inspired, career-defining work. bit.ly/46LCeNI
Writer whose work you respect: “I don’t know where books come from. Each is a mystery. Every time I start a new one I have to learn how to write all over again.”
Some dude you’ve never heard of: “In this 183-tweet thread I will reveal the secrets of publishing a bestseller”