January 2022 Archives

This page continues from » Page One (22 Jan 2022).

» You Know That's What Crazy People Think, Right?

I can feel something going on with her .. with industrial-strength Elena.

I know, folks, that this is exactly the kind of thing that crazy people think. I know .. but I can nevertheless still feel it. Should I indulge this insanity?

And truth be told, dear reader, I like the way it feels. I like it a lot. I mean, who wouldnt?

I can assure you that there is a part of me right now that is very happy to be flirting with Elena Fraules.

It seems too good to be true, but I'm not going to let that stop me.

» The Importance of Developing a Sense-of-Self as it Applies to the Intimate Relationship

Along these lines, I am seeing the importance of a fully-formed sense-of-self that you can feel comfortable operating in and from.

I am convinced that much of the problem you happen to find in intimate relationships springs from a self-image that does not feel up to the task before him.

Which leads him to compensate for his sense of deficiency by constructing artifices in the relationship that leverage his sense of self in dysfunctional ways.

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This page continues from an entry titled » The 100-Year Anniversary of What is Generally Considered the Finest Novel Written in the English Language During the Entire Twentieth Century (22 Jan 2022).

You know, back in October 2020, I used an image of Elena Fraules sitting at a table (where she is obviously looking for me) in an entry titled » Soul Capture (1 Oct 2020).

Here is that image.

She obviously does it for me .. in a big way. She knows I have a thing for her. (Diana knows what I am talking about.)

It was on that page where I addressed some gnarly topics. Where I took on some challenging concepts.

» The Saving-of-the-Soul is a Lifelong Process

It was on that page, on the page where I included an image on Elena, that I happened to address the concept of the » saving-of-the-soul .. which is something that the believer himself does.

The saving of the soul is a life-long process that can get ugly at times. It is not for the faint of heart, no. Pussies need not apply.

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February 2nd, you know, will be the 100-year anniversary of Ulysses (1922), which is generally considered the finest novel written in the English langauge during the entire Twentieth century.

That's a mouthful .. is it not? I am already feeling the sense of swag that must come from such a thing.

This image that I included, this is an original first-edition copy of a limited edition printing, that was published in Paris by Sylvia Beach.

» I Know Sylvia Beach (Shakespeare & Co.)

In Hemingway's Moveable Feast, you actually meet Sylvia Beach. You meet her at her bookstore, Shakespeare & Co.

That's where she was telling young Ernest to make sure he has himself a good, hot meal .. because he was looking a little thin.

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This page continues from » Page One (1 Jan 2022).

» A Mystery, Wrapped in Hypocrisy, Living Inside a Political Cult

Speaking of trying to understand the inner-workings of insanity .. I want to begin today's entry by exploring a question I find particularly vexing.

Why is the exorcism of the specter of racism from the soul of America resisted so vigorously by the white evangelical?

This is a valid question, no?

Shouldnt the evangelical be the one resisting racism? Should they be familiar with the difference between right and wrong? As the scriptures so plainly teach?

Shouldnt they know the difference between moral and immoral? Between ethical and unethical? Yes, of course they should. Russell Moore will back me up here.

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This page continues from an entry titled » The Heart of the White Evangelical has Become Calloused and Hardened and Morally Unfeeling (21 Dec 2021).

Normally I would begin today's entry ..

.. with the standard greeting used to wish you-n-yours a happy New Year. After a while, you do it without really thinking.

But this year, this New Year's greeting does not feel right. The thought of saying, "Happy New Year," rings false to me.

And let's be honest, folks. Let's all make like good existentialists for a moment, and not hide our heads in the sand from the ugliness that life can sometimes be.

Because this happens to be one of those times.

Because there are many reasons that would lead any sane, rational person to feel less-than-thrilled about the prospects for the future.

Who does not know exactly what I am talking about?

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