We occasionally deconstruct news reports here at the Café, usually those that have appeared in major newspapers or on the wires. Charley Brooker does the same for television news reporting. Have a look at this meta masterpiece.
I did not actually kiss her when she told me that she would be happy to provide such art and essays to accompany it, settling instead on spasmodic arm motions that made me look as though I were being administered mild, rhythmic electrical shocks. I would like to think these conveyed my excitement and my gratitude.
The church I attend finally took the plunge last fall: our newsletter now comes by e-mail. Budget cuts made what had been unthinkable seem plausible. But plausible is not the same as right. How can we evaluate the costs and benefits of using new technologies to make sure we adopt the right ones at the right moment?
I serve an anxious institution – the Episcopal Church. It is being served and led by some really remarkable people who struggle to address these questions, faithfully, these days. It is not an easy calling or vocation to offer, mostly because it is really hard to sort out the Club practices and values from those of the crude little life-saving station. Much of the time, we live in the gray realm between those two.
The Rev. Geoffrey Hoare heard Rowan Williams, the Archbishop of Canterbury, defend the proposed Anglican Covenant last week in terms that directly contradict the archbishop’s own convictions about the best way to maintain relationships.
Brigit grew in exceptional virtues and by the fame of her good deeds drew to herself from all the provinces of Ireland inestimable numbers of people of both sexes who willingly made their votive offerings. On the firm foundation of faith she established her monastery on the open expanses of the planes of Mag Liffe,