Two new sections ready to go, although Blogger’s having some template problems, so links won’t make it to the sidebar until that’s fixed. For now, though, my Spoon interview is finally posted. It’s basically unedited, so all my “uh”s and “ah”s are in there. More substantial is a new section of my writing, entitled table of content. So pull up a chair and devour. Disclaimer: I’m intending to use this section as a sort of dump/laboratory, so nothing will ever be entirely finished, and I’ll be posting things there in various states of polish. Your indulgence and feedback are coveted.
Help Me to Give!
I seem to be having a hard time giving away Zeldman‘s book. In case you missed it, enter the Zeldman Haiku Contest to win a copy of Taking Your Talent to the Web.
A Cuppa Joe with Joe
I had coffee on Saturday with notorious curmudgeon Joe Clark, who despite his online ferocity, was actually pretty nice in person. Joe is a man of many strong opinions, which meant we had no shortage of things to complain, er, talk about. I think he liked me, though. In his June 10 entry, I’m called silly and vanilla, but also, by inference, a sweetie (but also Dull). Which I guess is a good start. Joe is having a titanic struggle writing a book right now, which you can read about regularly.
Yowsa!
Yowsa! Rebecca and Jesse in The Matrimoniatrix. There’s nothing better than to see two lovely human beings in love. So, guys, when is the premiere, er, wedding? (via centrs)
Charles Templeton
Charles Templeton died today. You might not know who he is, but in the 1940s, he was a very well-known evangelist and a close friend of Billy Graham. Eventually he went on to become a respected journalist and writer here in Canada. What happened to the evangelist? Well, he lost his faith. He even wrote a book a few years back called “Farewell to God.” I picked it up and found his reasons for rejecting Christianity a little bit silly, to be honest, but the man certainly must have gone through a lot of personal turmoil to come to his decision of unbelief. Ironically, if Charles Templeton still exists somewhere, he knows more than he ever did about God.