It may be the single greatest Thanksgiving film ever made, yet Broadway Danny Rose is something of an anomaly in Woody Allen’s filmography. Released 1984, it came smack dab in the middle of his golden period (1977-1992), right after Zelig and just before The Purple Rose of Cairo, when Woody could do no wrong. His increased confidence as an actor and filmmaker showed itself in his decision to vary his character more than he ever had before, or since. Instead of a conflicted-yet-talented college-educated neurotic, Woody plays a long-suffering, working-class hustler, a guy who just can’t catch a break (and…
Episode 205: Unforeseen
It’s not an abstraction! It’s more than something just to talk about or consider. It could happen to you. In fact, it probably will.
I’m talking about unforeseen death. Some people hold on for a long time, even when they don’t really want to. Other people want to hold on, but illness intervenes and they go a dozen years earlier than they expected. (You never expect it.) Other people had a bad habit in youth and maybe adulthood, and it catches them later. They never thought they would be hooked up to a respirator personally.
“I Had Too Much To…
Talk about a happy accident: The Technology Issue hits at pretty much the exact same time as our snazzy new magazine website – one where digital versions of all the past issues are now available. This time around, we’ve got writing on distracted parents and religious bloggers, smartphone addictions and spiritual search functions, pornographic confusion and nostalgic Walkmen, and much, much more. You can preview the insides (and some of the incredible artwork) on the new site. Could not be more proud of this one!
- Opener: Delete History
- What 1,792 Blogposts Have Taught Me about the Internet by David Zahl
- The Confessional
- Automatic for the People: A Conversation with Nicholas Carr
- Me, Myself and iPod by Jady Koch
- Glossary Time: Incurvatus in Se
- Sending Morse Code, a poem by Dick Allen
- Is Google Searching Me? Knowledge and Discovery in the Internet Age by Ethan Richardson
- For the Record
- All in All: Childhood, Security Objects, and Grace in the Digital Age by Stephanie Phillips
- Revisiting the Second Grade Classroom, a poem by Dick Allen
- Distracted Parents and the Media of Our Discontent by Ian Olson
- Unreconciled and Disembodied: Why Sex on the Internet Sucks by Sarah Condon
- Surfing the Net, a poem by Dick Allen
- Time to Pull Over: Algorithms, Self-Driving Cars, and an Unkind Word about Fear by Bryan Jarrell
- Mixed Messages: A Sermon by Aaron Zimmerman
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Bonus Track: DZ previewed a bit of his article in a video for the Diocese of Texas:
We decided a while ago to limit most of our television coverage to the weekender column. Get suckered by a clever plot device enough times and you learn that writing about a show mid-season is not unlike reviewing an album after hearing only a song or two. But I’m breaking that rule today. I couldn’t not break it after watching the most recent episode of The Leftovers, “No Room at the Inn.” Talk about bait! Spoilers follow.
When Damon Lindelof shared last month that he was suffering a bout of depression while writing The Leftovers pilot, no one batted an eye….
Kicking off a new “column” today! Every Monday afternoon we’ll be highlighting something from our archive you may not have seen before, or is worth a second look. We thought we’d begin with one of the more enduring entries from our maiden publication, Judgment & Love. J&L is a collection of 35 true-life stories about what happens when people experience love in the midst of deserved or expected judgment. This comes to us from The Rev. Nancy Hanna:
She came into my office three weeks after her mother’s funeral, at which I had officiated. She was deep in the throes…
This is about the time every year that I stop watching NBC’s The Voice. Don’t get me wrong, I love the show. But I only watch it for the Blind Auditions. After that part of the season, it all just looks like another competitive singing extravaganza. If you aren’t familiar, this is one of those shows where people enter a singing competition judged by celebrities (Gwen Stefani, Pharrell Williams, Blake Shelton, and Adam Levine in this current season), in the hopes of reaching fame themselves. And the first few episodes of the show, called The Blind Auditions, are breathtaking.
I’ve always been fascinated with myths—Medusa, Hercules, Big Foot, Blackbeard—these ancient fables provided some magic and mystery to my fairly ordinary adolescence. However, in recent years, I’ve added something else to my list of legends. Now belonging to “The Stuff of Yore,” I have begun to include the storied myth of “Casual Dating.”
To explain, let me add that I also just finished Aziz Ansari and Eric Klinenberg’s Modern Romance, a hilarious examination of today’s “world of love.” Aziz’s conjectures on the interplay of smart phones, computers, and romance are accurate in so many ways, exhibiting the complicated nuances we must…
A stop-you-in-your-tracks story of grace from the first chapter of Nadia Bolz-Weber’s new book, Accidental Saints: Finding God in All the Wrong People, involving her dealings with a rather hapless newcomer to House of All Sinner and Saints. There are a lot of wonderful stories in the book, but this may be my favorite, for no other reason than the mundanity of the infraction. So true to life! Anyway, those who were at the NYC conference in April may recognize the episode. I read it at a class the other night and we all had ourselves a good cry. Posted with permission:
Pop songs about love are like a corkscrew for understanding the Bible. Songs like “Hooked on a Feeling” and “Don’t Pull Your Love Out on Me, Baby”, together with a zillion co-belligerants that are written and performed “In the Name of Love” (Thompson Twins), reveal the nature of love and loss, undoings and exaltings, and painful stasis and buoyed forward movement.
Now just imagine if professional New Testament scholars “parsed” pop songs the way they want to parse the Gospels. You can’t do it. Or rather, you don’t need to do it. “She Loves You” (The Beatles) is so obviously…
Here’s how I know God exists: he ruined my life. Multiple times. The guy can’t seem to nail my happy ending!
In my late twenties, I had finally finished my doctorate, summiting my professional goals–and I was ready for my personal happy ending: perfect man, two kids, beautiful home. Instead, my third roommate in a row became engaged while I didn’t even have a date to my little sister’s wedding. I dutifully prayed with one eye glaring at God, wondering why he was ruining my painstakingly constructed life. I had a schedule to keep!
Up to that point, I had curated an image of God based…
Did not know this was happening! A biopic about one of our heroes, Brennan Manning, is on its way. It looks like they need some more funding to get over the finished line – you can help here. Exciting:
To peruse our archives of Brennan quotes, click here. And while we’re at it, here are two more from his classic, The Ragamuffin Gospel:
“And Grace calls out, ‘You are not just a disillusioned old man who may die soon, a middle-aged woman stuck in a job and desperately wanting to get out, a young person feeling the fire in the belly begin to grow cold. You may be insecure, inadequate, mistaken or potbellied. Death, panic, depression, and disillusionment may be near you. But you are not just that. You are accepted.’ Never confuse your perception of yourself with the mystery that you really are accepted.”
“The confessing church of American Ragamuffins needs to join Magdalene and Peter in witnessing that Christianity is not primarily a moral code but a grace-laden mystery; it is not essentially a philosophy of love but a love affair; it is not keeping rules with clenched fists but receiving a gift with open hands.”
About 8 years ago, when I was coaching our son’s 13 year old rec basketball team, we had a kid, Jessup, on the team who had obviously never played basketball. Worse, his body language told me that he had no interest in playing basketball. I judged the kid quickly, and harshly. As a coach, I was required to play everyone a minimum of two full, uninterrupted quarters (at least half the game). So, every game, in the first and third quarter, I would put Jessup in and hold my breath. We played an aggressive, press defense, and it required that…