It's that time again, another Formica Friday, a treasure trove of hodgepodge, random tidbits, and a bit of this and that. In particular, it is the place where I can celebrate the best posts I read this past week and want to share with you. What exactly is Formica Friday, you ask? Check out the tongue-in-cheek, I got away with this?, definition from the first post. Since I was away this week without WiFi and am just getting back to normal, this is coming to you late on a Saturday. Ah, well. I try. A quote:
... In fact, nearly as often as I am filled with joy at the glory of a laugh, a mountain, a good meal, an act of love, or an ocean, I am overwhelmed by the decay of things.
To quote the film Where the Wild Things Are: "Did you know the sun is dying?"
It’s not just entropy, it’s innate brokenness ...-- Antonia Terrazas, from her upcoming guest post here
- Norway; o God, make haste to help us, o Lord, make haste to save us
- I have been invited to Pinterest; I have ceased to be a productive member of society
- Scrounging at the bottom of my soul to work up a good post for the Good Women Project
- Sonic runs
- So much laughter, so much yelling, so much preteen camp
- Golf carts, singing, and rants
- "A shopping cart's a female version of a golf cart, of a golf cart!" and other songs rewritten by Jillian, Alyssa, and I while riding around on a golf cart in the middle of the night, acting like we were cool
- Are you reading Tamara? You should be. You should be in the sense that I read people I want to write like, in the sense that words have power and some people have a particular gift to craft them, in the sense that she's hilarious but cuts you deep with insight. From her this week, two things overwhelm: one about hope and the other about sexy stumbling blocks. (Let the overwhelming clicks on the second post in favor of the first begin.)
- I know, I know. I like everything Max Dubinsky writes. Why? See the descriptors from Tamara above, then add the part that he's the kind of man that I would like to emulate. And, if you've been reading here for a bit, you know I have some particular ideas about what it means to be a man. "You lose your faith because you are only looking for it in your life."
- Micha is moving to Austin, which is good news for me, because her words and wisdom are a bit sweeter the closer they are. What are the things God loves? I pray I'm this good of a parent.
- "But God is ever a gentleman. He will not force Himself on us." Alece sings prose into being. It's that simple.
- Elizabeth, my friend, brilliant in soul and wise in word, gives too much grace and yet holds onto just enough hope: "Is this how the child of an alcoholic becomes an alcoholic herself? Is this how the child of abuse becomes an abuser herself? Is this how the running away is always running in circles?"