Category Archives: Thought Vomit
Friendsgiving
Recently, I went to an event called “Friendsgiving.” Friendsgiving is Thanksgiving with your friends, rather than your family. Everyone brings a dish, unless your me, in which case you bring the booze. It has become an annual thing amongst my friends in the city (who are much cooler than the losers who populate this blog; though they are less male and less conservative so their hair isn’t as good).
What Prodigies and Child Stars have in Common
Let me ask you a simple question. Did you know that Ryan Gosling was a child star on The Mickey Mouse Club? What about Seth Green? At ten he was in a weird film, The Hotel New Hampshire. How about this one, did you know that MacCaulay Culkin acted as an adult? He starred in [...]
The Guilty Subconscious: A Post-Everything Mashup
The first time I typed in the URL for this blog on my work computer, I typed theguiltyconscious.wordpress.com. I don’t know what switching conscience for conscious unconsciously says about me, but I do have a list of alternate names for this blog that arose as a result: 1) The Guilty Conscious – QED 2) The [...]
McCormick McCarthy: Carrot Pie
This aint no way to make a pie, He thought. He stared at the pureed carrots in the mixing bowel and considered the pies that his father had made. Pecan pie mix smelling of bourbon and vanilla, sticky-sweet glop congealing toasted nuts together. Nobody asked bout the calories. None thought it neither. Poppa would curse this pie for the abomination it is. He dutifully mixed the puree with 1 tsp of McCormick® Ground Cinnamon and 1 tsp of McCormick® Pure Madagascar Organic Vanilla Extract. The pale orange liquid mutated to a dark orange flecked with small islands of brown powder as puree undulated around the whisk and seized against the edge of the bowl rising like a spirit-filled believer’s hands and in the same movement collapsing back into the mass.
Cormac McCarthy’s The Road and the Story of Abraham and Isaac
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ormac McCarthy’s The Road tells the story of a father and son journeying through a wilderness in search of a land in which they can find provision and shelter. The are daily in danger of death or worse. The father carries a pistol with two rounds left. He knows that if he and his son are captured by others that they will be tortured, violated, and cannibalized. The better option would be to kill the boy himself. He knows that. But he does not trust his ability to follow through when the time comes. McCarthy’s writing is like a Rorschach test. He doesn’t use apostrophes; he certainly isn’t going to spell the moral out for you. When I look at the inkblot of this story I see a modern retelling of the Akida (a term used to describe Abraham’s binding Isaac). To review, Abraham journeyed through the wilderness with his son in search of a promised land. They were beset on all sides by enemies. Abraham, in order to prove his faith, is asked by God to sacrifice his son.
iFriendship: Dispatches from Friendship IRL
My church commenced a 3 week series on Friendship yesterday. You can hear the first sermon here. During this time I’ll send out some dispatches on how I’ve experienced friendship IRL (In Real Life) A couple weeks ago I had an exchange with a friend over which of us was more likely to shop at [...]
Death Bonds
I’ll just pull a chair up here close to the bed. I sure am glad to be done with that legal work. How many times can you sign you name to something before you start to wonder what that name is even standing for anymore. There’s too much duplication. Things got a little dicey for [...]
