“But Ace was on a slow boil, and wasn’t sure when he was going to foam all over the stove—but he was pretty sure he was going to.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 18
“But Ace was on a slow boil, and wasn’t sure when he was going to foam all over the stove—but he was pretty sure he was going to.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 18
Letter to the Editor: A couple issues back you shared a playlist (Americana), which I found kind of fun. While listening my way through I discovered some musicians I had not heard or heard ...
“This is not really a theology issue . . . well, okay, it is. Everything is. But not theology theology . . . this is ‘how water isn’t dry’ theology.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 16
Introduction: Let's step back a few paces and try to take in the year 2020 in one worldview summary take. I am not promising you anything, but let's give it a go. Joel McDurmon recently asked what ...
“It was a newer model sex android, from the looks of it, although she was completely dressed. She was decked out like a suburban housewife, a blue bandanna on her head just like it was moving day, and she was staring vacantly, straight ahead. Her lips had that come-hither pout, that sexy look, like she had just been hit in the mouth with a brick.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 14
“Some women are just plain gorgeous, and they don’t really know how to turn it off, but Stephanie was not like that. She was entirely secure without any make-up, and was routinely described as ‘that pretty girl,’ but whenever she decided to put on the Ritz, the effect was to summon up an oceanic goddess of beauty de profundis. And if she smiled at anything male while done up like that, he would probably be in the ICU for at least a couple of days.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 9
“When it came to the jargon of servant leadership, no one could even get near him.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 6
Introduction: Those who have followed this blog for a while are probably aware of a general pattern that I do try to follow. Whenever I address some current events imbroglio, whether it be race riots, ...
“The lawn was so green that if green had a word in its semantic family like red does—that word being vermilion—only that word and no other would have sufficed. Well, maybe the green equivalent of incarnadine might have sufficed, if the light was good.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 5