In the spirit of Verry Merry May, this will be a simple entry, the crux of which is to bring some discussion about how the mind of a child operates. And not just any child, but the child who was you. You know, when you were a child.
I’ve disliked Chris Rice for some time. I’m not sure what it is exactly, and I acknowledge that my opinion is invalid since I’ve only heard maybe half his songs. But there’s something non-masculine about him. Something very self-abasing and whine-whine-why-do-I-suck-so-badly about his lyrics and his voice. I…
A friend of mine from Minneapolis sent me an interesting link: Three Poor College Guys. He’s the one in red on the left. I also know the one in the middle. They’re both very cool guys. Morally upright, etc. I can only assume the one on the right has similar qualities, or has been changed for the…
Over the last few months, I’ve discovered something that is distinctly non-Lewisian about me. I actually enjoy exercising. Let me tell you how this odd turn of events came about.
Last summer, I was pretty far overweight. I still am, actually, but it was quite a lot worse back then. I…