The Lost Art of Redemptive Suffering

Long time gone.


You all know there's a healthy baby, and here we are in Gainesville, so no personal updates, just anecdotes, vignettes, liricismo errante, the sort of thing a blog should be for.

But there really aren't any such things lying around the office right the following must suffice:

In my second stint as secretary at Faith Presbyterian Church, I needed to announce my return with a bang. Announcements the first week were printed on a robust pink.

Fantastic Website: Eighties Lyrics!

There you will find jewels such as this:


Oh here she comes

Here she comes

Watch out boy she'll chew you up

Whoa here she comes

(Watch out)

She's a maneater