<%image(20050930-soulofchristianity.jpg|50|75|soul)%> While at the Northshire Bookstore today I came across Huston Smith’s book The Soul of Christianity : Restoring the Great Tradition. It’s a look at the essentials of Christianity and the effects of modern secularism on our society. Having read the introduction I am thoroughly intrigued and the list of authors who recommend it includes Lamott, Willard, and McLaren.
< %image(20050929-hildenepolo.jpg|110|90|hildene polo vt)%> Though many have lamented, in the strongest of language at times, the inability of Philadelphia’s pro sports teams to bring home a championship within recent memory (25 years), the fact of the matter is that Philly is one of the best towns around for a sports fan. The shock waves of loyalty and passion that rumble from the epicenter in South Philly make the ground tremble in Doylestown, where the Phillies, Flyers, Eagles, and Sixers reign uncontested as the teams of choice. Beyond these major teams, Philly boasts minor league teams in hockey and baseball (right across the river in NJ that is), as well as professional teams in women’s basketball, arena football, lacrosse, indoor soccer, and I’m sure the list goes on.
Situated an hour north of Philadelphia, our previous home was in Doylestown, Pennsylvania. Doylestown had a lot going for it on the outskirts of a major US city, but none was more evident than the tremendous number of hair salons. There were the chains such as Fantastic Sams and Haircuttery, the appointment only places out of peoples’ homes, the generic hair salon, and then the drop $75 in an hour places. The $75 places typically had pink walls, pictures and short bios of each stylist in the front window, and pictures on the walls of glamorous women with styled, poofed, and sprayed hair.
All of Southern Vermont had a huge power outage starting a little after 4 pm yesterday. I was right in the middle of an e-mail when all went black. I thought to myself, “Somebody as the power station is about to get fired.” With nothing much to do at the Art Center, I went home and picked up a couch with my father-in-law. By the time we got it in the house it was so dim that we couldn’t really tell how it looked in the living room. As the night progressed and the local energy company promised to have everything up and running by midnight, we dug up everything that could burn safely and began setting up our favorite game: The Settlers of Catan, supplemented by the expansion set: The Seafarers of Catan.
<%image(20050927-handbook for bloggers.gif|220|120|blog handbook)%> It’s amazing to read about the limited freedom of speech throughout the world. China regulates not only news web sites, but has extended its reach to control blogs as well. Glutter.org tells about this struggle for democracy in China. In addition, Tunisia hardly lets anyone use the internet, lest they have access to uncensored reporting!
To assist in leveling the playing field, reporters without borders has put together a blog handbook for bloggers and cyber-dissidents. Though heavy on the journalistic end, I think it’s a useful tool for the average blogger, provided that it is read selectively. It is also fascinating to read how freedom is finding a way in some of the most restricted countries. I am so thankful to read of those who are fighting to keep this hope alive.
<%image(20050926-collision.JPG|70|70|crowder)%> Unfortunately we did not draw up our budget over the weekend, so I have to wait and see if we have the funds properly allocated to purchase David Croder’s new CD. Of course I would be in the dark about his latest offering were it not for Andrew Jones. In fact, every day begins with a cup of freshly ground Green Mountain coffee, blog roaming (especially on Tallskinnykiwi), and a quick read of the BBC. Andrew provided a link to a review of the CD by Matthew Westerholm, who is consequently putting the “fun” back into fundamentalist. Poor chap.
Oh for a digital camera . . . A digital camera is on our list of items to buy so we can document days like today with clear blue skies, towering mountains, a fireman’s carnival in the park in front of our house, yard sales all over town, the marketplace downtown, 60 cent sundaes at Stewart’s, and the finishing of a closet upstairs. The carnival is a small town affair, but it’s a good time with the baked good wheel of fortune, the usual selection of carnival games, and few rickety rides that I’m glad to watch from afar. It’s certainly a blast to be right in the middle of community life, walking over and seeing people from around town and talking about whatever. Not much else to do today but put up some blinds from IKEA, get dinner at the new pizza place (the Bumble Bee: Pizza, Bakery, Cafe, and chit chat; I’m not kidding, these people really didn’t find their marketing niche), and watch fireworks at 9:30 tonight. My hopes are not up very high for the pizza or the fireworks, but at least we can just walk across our lawn and go home if they are lame!