This Old Thing?

Hi, there.

For a forthcoming thing, I needed a “single link.” After some Googling, to figure out what that is, I asked my husband. He told me I need to use Blogger, and sometimes I like just to be told what to do.

So, for all future bloggery hijinks, you can find me here.

http://kellijoford.blogspot.com/

It’s the single-link system America’s been asking for.

Be well,

kf

Hot Spring

Okay, tornadoes.  Be cool.  We’re really going hotspringing now.  We’re not going to cancel the trip so I can stay up and watch small-town weather forcasts via the internet until the tornado warnings move past my people.  No really.

This is the one we’re looking for:

This will be my first soak this year, I think.  Shameful.

One more time, for the win

You know, I’m starting to think this guy is a real asshole.

I sort of felt empathy for him when I saw this video.  This is a sad, sad old man.  Imagine for one second the humiliation you’d feel here.  Humiliation which would lead to humility, right?

Well.

In this video, you can see Camping offer his nonapology–aka explain how he was right–in which he offers such nuggets of wonder as, “If people want me to apologize, I can apologize, yes.  I didn’t have all that worked out as accurately as I should have…That doesn’t bother me at all.”

Apparently Judgement Day did begin.  We all just missed it because May 21 was the spiritual Judgement Day. October 21 is the day it begins in the physical sense.

I hope the IRS does a thorough audit of Family Radio’s finances.  If he pushed followers to give up all their money to get word out about May 21 but the organization still has resources, that’s some wack shit.

According to an AP article by Garance Burke,

Camping offered no clues about Family Radio’s finances Monday, saying he could not estimate how much had been spent on getting out his prediction nor how much money the nonprofit had taken in as a result. In 2009, the nonprofit reported in IRS filings that it received $18.3 million in donations, and had assets of more than $104 million, including $34 million in stocks or other publicly traded securities.

This is my last post on this guy.  Unless the IRS comes into the picture, in which case, I’ll happily post away.

Lars Anderson hasn’t gotten the journalism-is-dying memo.

Here’s a really moving piece of reporting on the tornado in Tuscaloosa.

Javier Arenas, College Football, Alabama Crimson Tide

It’s nice to see sports writing that’s so poignant and far-reaching.

A Small, Good Thing

Alright, alright.  I gotta admit, some of these pics collected at Gizmodo are pretty funny.

Hat tip to Matt Bell.

Rookie Looking Forward to Playing with Bush

In Saints news of a different variety, I thought this was a good non-Rapture–though admittedly juvenile–headline:

Ingram looking forward to playing with Bush

The article contained this lil’ nugget:

Bush will be back in New Orleans. And everyone is pretty OK with it.


Yeah, the Crescent City has always been pretty much okay with Bush.  Thank you.  I’ll be here all week.

Anyway, it’s always a dry time  of year for news NFL-wise, but this lockout is making the non-stories even ridiculous-er.

More on The Rapture

Steve Yates eloquently takes on the book industry, tv preachers, the necessity of fiction, and End Times in a wonderful post over at Fiction and History.

We three salesmen shared the horrors and rumors and amazements after a reasonable lunch. We looked, in our suits, the same as salesmen after lunching in so many other decades in Manhattan. So long as we kept our cellphones in our pockets, and smiled at the sun, or stared in wonderment at the placards, or in sadness at our aging hands, we were like businessmen lounging in so many other decades in America’s brief imperial tableau….

This is the stuff and these are the times for great fiction, such as the body of work that is Joseph Roth’s. Late in Empires, when end fears run rampant, that is when the light is best, the moment is most poignant. Why fiction? It compresses emotion and narrative and polishes aside the temporal to shine the universal, what we lovest well and what we loath, and what must remain, like it or not.

Click the link, read the piece.  You won’t be sorry.