Today is the anniversary of Gerard Manley Hopkins’s death in 1889. The poet died of typhoid fever (or perhaps Crohn’s disease) while in Ireland. 129 years ago, the “blue-bleak ember” of Fr. Gerard’s life fell and broke and revealed an “immortal diamond,” and we’re still writing and thinking about him–and most importantly still reading his … More The Transitus of Gerard Manley Hopkins
There is so much to recommend novel reading. Not only are novels perhaps the most delightful invention ever made, but they can improve our capacity for empathy and understanding of the minds and emotions of others. Reading can even be useful for managers who want to improve their ability to think ambiculturally. But even with […]
There have been far too few Kirk hugs on here lately. I think everyone needs one. And here’s something else open-armed and consoling from America’s bard (yes we have a bard), Walt Whitman: I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and … More This Kirk Hug is for You
Today is the anniversary of Gerard Manley Hopkins’s death in 1889. The poet died of typhoid fever while in Ireland. 127 years ago, the “blue-bleak ember” of Fr. Gerard’s life fell and broke and revealed an “immortal diamond.” The following post was originally posted here on June 11th, 2015. I was on a plane holding … More “I am Happy, so Happy”: Remembering Father Gerard
Okay, I’m going to be busy traveling the next few days, so I’m going to have to put you in the capable hands of Abba Monday. If the staring becomes too much, Kirk promised me you could crash at his place. And if he tries to tell you he took a vow of silence, well … More Visiting Abba Monday
If you’ve seen it, you know why you need this.
IT’S A TIE! KIRK HUGS AND HAN HUGS FOR EVERYONE!
Your vote will matter We can have Kirk hugs or we can have Han hugs, but there will be no Khan hugs.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the importance of place lately. Partially, this is because I feel like an exile in the South. Things are different in Cascadia. We have Fred Meyer instead of Kroger’s. Our summers are properly dry. And we understand the importance of storm drains. But understanding the importance of space is … More On This Holy Mountain