“So . . . why are you here?”
“I’m building incarnational contextualized postmodern multiethnic witnessing communities.”
InterVarsity’s 2100 Productions
These words make me giddy.
I know we should question the thrills of buzzwords and dreams, but — I can’t be a cynic, because the world is too sublime to convince me that everything that is, is concrete. There’s so so much mess, but there’s still so so much that is so thrilling.
Crazy.
I don’t care if it’s sentimental. This is the almost-flourless cake Molly Wizenberg calls the Winning-Hearts-and-Minds Cake, and I like the cake and I like the name. I wish to make it with good good butter and good good chocolate, but sometimes you have to make a cake just to make it, to go through the comforting, soothing routine of measuring, stirring, pouring, and smoothing. Tonight was one of those times, so I made it, and it’s cooling now, and I know tomorrow everyone will like it even if the butter and chocolate were cheap.
If you don’t bake, you can spend some time listening to Age of Adz. It’s another good soother.
In 1913, Joyce gave English lessons to three fourteen-year-olds at a student’s home, and
The lessons often ended with Joyce sliding down the balustrade, his pupils close behind him.
James Joyce, Richard Ellmann
I envy those pupils.