Category: life
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Nice Art, but where are the *real* Crystal Bridges?
Crystal Bridges features all sorts of American-born art from the 15th century onward. This was the first time I have ever felt connect to an American heritage older than 200 years.
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My Heroic Bride Part Deux: Color Es Plosions
In which young college girls get jacked in the face with bananas and fistfuls of color.
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Kiddo Learns to Knat
Kiddo gave pledges to knit scarves at Christmas and has heretofore knatted them both. Here’s what she looked like after the first one was finished recently:
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Snow in Summer, New Article, and a return from my Hobbit Hole
For those who have followed me on here, you know that my blog has waned of late. Though I blame being out-of-town for six weekends in a row, two weeks in the middle, lots of new business and other fancy schmancy projects, deep down I know I’ve a lot of catching up to do for…
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My Four-Foot Afro
Seldom do I let my hair down on here and let you guys see my… goofier (lighter-hearted? crazier?) side. For Halloween, one of my solid groups of friends decided to throw a Halloween block party at one of their houses. My buddy Mark brought over his photo booth (and took the following pictures). And I…
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Kinnaston: A Serial Story at the Hub of the World…
You guys know that I reblog about as often as politicians tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help them God. However, I find it VERY important to shamelessly plug writers I invest in, especially when I consider them close friends. That said, were I searching for an entertaining serial story by…
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A New Kind of Hero : My Bride
In the eighth grade, I wrote a Modern Woodman speech on my hero. As far as I know, that’s still the topic for that particular school’s speech competition. I picked Carl Brashear and in retrospect, that makes little sense. I spent more time drooling over Nightcrawler than I did military personelle, and for good reason.…
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Why I Never Try to be a Dark Person
Many of the people I know, whether friends or acquaintances or neighbors, automatically give greater credibility to films, literature, plays, TV shows and the like when these things are filled with darkness. I don’t. These people, whether local or national or international, tend to say things like, “Man that was good. It was so dar-har-har-hark.…
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Self-Abuse Series featuring Brian DeMint
There comes a time in every young writer’s life when he must stop talking about half-bit philosophy, inspirational posters and greeting cards. In the words of Frank Norris (via Stephen King), “What should I care if they single me out for sneers and laughter? I never truckled, I never lied. I told the truth.” I’m about to…
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Sitting at the feet of : a Male Model
A decade ago in a town of eight thousand people two hours away from St. Louis lived a class clown named Logan McNeil. Logan always talked. Logan always entertained. Whether by photo bomb or family portrait, he loved getting his picture taken. “Never. I never thought those characteristics would lead to becoming a male model.”…
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The Other Side 002: The Love Rally
As I carried our folding chairs, quilts and hummus down the hill into Landreth park’s outdoor amphitheater, multiple colors snagged my attention. Everyone who threw this party had stitched together a tapestry of sheets Technicolor and spray-painted with four red letters: L.O.V.E. What followed was the outworking of what I mentioned a few weeks ago,…
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Mosque Burning and Neighbor Love : The Other Side
On Monday, my local Joplin neighbors witnessed a mosque burning to the ground. Authorities suspect foul play. This is the second time the mosque has been on fire this summer, the first happened on — you guessed it — July 4th. The Joplin Globe featured a picture of Imam Lahmuddin weeping, adding in a sidebar…