This sheds light on my supernatural experience in Gettysburg:
“Many spirits of the departed, who are unhappy, linger in lonely wretchedness about the earth, and in the air, and especially about their ancient homesteads, and the places rendered dear to them by the memory of former scenes.”
–Parley P. Pratt, Key to the Science of Theology, Chapter 12, p. 117.
I’ve added to the bl*g a list of my favorite works of fiction. I’ve read and enjoyed a lot of books in my life, but very few of them would I want to read again. Take E. L. Doctorow’s The March, for instance. I’m right now writing an essay on the novel for my Ph.D. application, but I will probably never read the novel again. I didn’t really like it when I read it the first time. I don’t really like it now that I’m going over it again. And I doubt I will ever like the book. That is why it has not made the list. Something like Flannery O’Connor’s Wise Blood, on the other hand, will probably be on my favorites list for a while. I’ve read it a couple of times, and I still think it is one of the funniest books ever written.
Also, I should probably add that it’s not my fault if you read one of these books and hate it. My tastes in literature are pretty odd, and very few people like the books I recommend. So, keep that in mind.
Welcome to the Low-Tech World. I decided to start this blog because everyone else in the family has one. As usual, I didn’t want to be left out. I’m still stinging from the time mom bought new blankets for everyone but me. Not that I’m bitter or anything, because I’m not. In fact, I’m probably the only one in the family who remembers the blanket incident. And it really wasn’t that big of a deal. I’m just a born victim. It isn’t easy being the family sandpaper.
The title of this blog comes from my imaginary motion picture company. Aside from that, it doesn’t really mean anything. And this post is not really going anywhere, either. I’m basically typing to type. I don’t want my blog to be naked.
Speaking of the word “blog,” I think I’m going to outlaw it from my page. It is one of those dumb words that has sprung up from internet nerds and pop-culture columnists who think they are clever. I don’t care if anyone uses it around me, but I’m not personally going to use it. Am I sounding overly critical? I guess if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be me.