There are many many things I want to react to. Rebecca Luella Miller’s posts about feminism in the church. Aunt B.’s post about some guy opining about Chris Christie being too fat to be president. None of the reactions I have to these things are something I can do right now without stroking out. And [...]
Archive for September, 2011
Why There Is Essentially No Post Today
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on September 30, 2011 | 1 Comment »
I Didn’t Know That Was A Thing
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on September 28, 2011 | 3 Comments »
I guess the Internet is now a place where people like to pretend they’re on Jerry Springer. Okay. Right; yes. I know. It’s always been like that in places. (Free Republic and Democratic Underground, anyone?) But used to be you could go to innocuous fora and have the talk be about neutral things like Weight [...]
Things I’ve Learned In The Last Three Weeks
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on September 28, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
1. The movie “Bridesmaids” is not funny, not feminist and really kind of too long and a bit boring. 2. Even if you’ve already read it half a dozen times, Helter Skelter will still scare the pants off you. You musn’t read it alone or after dark. Which means that I’ll probably just move on. [...]
Through The Eyes Of A (Really Old) Child
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on September 26, 2011 | 9 Comments »
I just got back from Disney World. It was far from my first time there; I’ve lost count of how many visits I’ve made to the place. But this was my FIRST trip to Walt Disney World in a wheelchair. And that’s the story. This entry is going to be longer than my usual 500-word [...]
The Section 8 Playstation
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on September 16, 2011 | 4 Comments »
I’ve been wrestling with myself all week. I think the more left-wing folks would call it “conscience”; the right-wing folks would say “common sense”; the cynical kids at the back of the class would say “white middle-class guilt.” Here I am getting ready to have a really nice vacation. I live in a nice house [...]
How Will I Feed My Children?
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on September 15, 2011 | 6 Comments »
Rebecca Miller had a good post the other day about Celebrity Christians and how other Christians do and should deal with that little wrinkle. I personally have never been a big fan of that concept. It’s part of the feminine aspect of the modern church that I find squicky. That whole “Ooooh, It’s BETH MOORE!!! [...]
A Few Items Of Business
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on September 14, 2011 | 1 Comment »
I had dinner last night with some of my favourite women in the world; vibrant, intelligent, funny, beautiful. I really think I said some embarrassing things, and I need to apologise now before I lie awake forever fuming at myself. (Am I the only one who fumes at myself after being around people?) Patrick Todoroff [...]
In Critical Condition
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on September 13, 2011 | 9 Comments »
Yesterday I wrote what I believed to be a measured, well-considered book review. Several folks felt it was snarky or mean or both, and this isn’t the first time my criticism of a book has had others scurrying for the tar and feathers and the “that’s not very Christian of you!” censure. I’m sure it [...]
The Doctor’s Lady
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on September 12, 2011 | 10 Comments »
The Doctor’s Lady is Jody Hedlund’s second title and serves as a pretty good follow-up to her debut novel, The Preacher’s Bride. I enjoyed that novel, which seemed to have a bit more meat on its bones than other Christian Historical Fiction works I’ve read. Hedlund’s hook is that she bases her novels on real [...]
Memory
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on September 11, 2011 | 3 Comments »
No, this isn’t a post about where I was 10 years ago today because there just isn’t anything notable or extraordinary about watching the news in a giftbook publisher/photo album designer’s breakroom. Pretty much everyone who had consciousness remembers where they were 10 years ago today, of course. But it makes me sad to realise [...]



