Vinegar and Baking Soda
I’ve been trying to expand my blog-reading list; I’m not tired of the blogs that I frequent, but I feel that the circles I read in are too small. In my search for superb blogs, that have the added quality of being the sort of text that I like to read, I have found two finalists. Of course nothing is conclusive, for consistency is a necessary attribute. I thought I would give a glimpse into the potential regular reads of Infinite Regression: Korrektiv: The adventures of a couple of bad Catholics at a time near the end of the world.* Two Jonathans willing to seriously examine their faith, yet recognize the high value of levity. The Listless Lawyer Philosopher, reader, intellectual. Good sources, provocative ideas. If you have blog recommendations post...
Wall Street
I remember visiting my Grandpa in his office when I was a kid. My dad guided me to the elevator and we shot up a bunch of floors until we reached Grandpa’s level. I really don’t remember much; just sensations of brightness and business and importance. Lots of sun shone in through the window and there was a good view because we were so high. I think these memories of brightness and height are appropriate to mention here due to the particular job associated with them. My Grandpa was a stockbroker. I’ve discovered that this blog can garner market value; that I have veritable blue-chip potential sitting in my hands and I haven’t done anything, til now, to corner the market and make Infinite Regression the blog-stock of choice. Soon, I hope, no...
Yesterday
“29 years old, and I have an 18 month old kid, a good husband and 3rd stage breast cancer” “I found out on Thursday and had surgery on Saturday, and then chemo and radiation for months on end.” “Why me? Was what I demanded of God, will I die, will I see my child grow up? but then I started asking something else–why not me? Why shouldn’t I have cancer, why do I deserve to live?” “At that moment, the worry, the despair–the fear of death and loss, even, slowly transformed into something else. The reality of God impressed itself on my broken body, and I realized that I never had had control and that I never will, but I know Someone who does and he is faithful and sufficient.” This is true lightness...
Green
I had a revelation today on my way back from the bathroom. Perhaps it was the new dull white floor tiles that pricked my mind into action, perhaps it was my mind trying to squeeze in a few more thoughts before it lapsed into repressed silence at my desk. The fact is that I came to a startling revelation about my work environment: it looks remarkably like a mental illness ward. Low ceilings spotted with widely-spaced florescent lighting are propped up by green windowless walls, and dirty looking cheap tiles blandly try to reflect the ceiling light. I know green is supposed to be a calming color; but evidently before one is euthanized by the green one has to suffer hue-induced despair. It is as if the color itself must instill a sense of futility before it...
Everything in its right place
Infinite Regression underwent a small change this morning. When I first began customizing templates I had rudimentary knowledge of HTML and complete ignorance of CSS. The code on this page has gotten progressively sloppier and I felt it was time to clean house; not only that but I have become much more familiar with CSS. More significantly you may notice that the tag line of the site has changed. Gone is the obscure “spinning out the thread of meaning lodged in the archetype,” a remnant of my early obsession with theory (the obsession hasn’t ceased). The new credo of this site is one that has been dear to my heart for some time; in fact I have adopted the line as my motto of sorts. Perhaps I’ll have it engraved someday in Latin on my...