Announcement: Fob Officially Sanctions Weed

Dearest Fobs and Fofobs (Friends of Fob):

If you have not been reading official Fob Weed's blog, you should. And not just because by posting this I improve my chances of winning The Little Thumper. Because reading The Weed will improve your life.

So says

Mr. Fob

Newly Reorganized Fob East Bay Meets

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Tonight, I, Theric, met with new Fobs Kelly Ann and Riley and read topnotch prose and poetry. (Other members of FEB include Jane Dough and Petra, neither of whom came tonight.)

This event seems worthy of commemoration.

Consider it hereby commemorated.

Tyler Chadwick on the Fob Bible

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Tyler Chadwick is presenting a paper on The Fob Bible at the AML Conference, February 27, at UVU. Go if you can.

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New Bible Review

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Next to Richard Cracroft, Mormondom ain't got a more revered reviewer than Jeffrey Needle (and he's not even Mormon!). He didn't like my Balaam play, but he loved the rest of the Bible, especially Ginsberg's "Moses und Aron" (though he does ask a question I've been meaning to for a long time: what's with that title, anyway?).

The review


Note: with this post, the All-New Foblog now has as many posts as the old Foblog has.

Award season: The Fob Bible

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So The Fob Bible is on eligibility lists for the Whitney Awards, which I'm surprised by since I didn't think it qualified, but hey! awesome! prizes!

(Thanks to TB, incidentally, for noticing this.)

So. I encourage everyone who likes the ole bible (free samples) to throw it a nomination.

Go here, entire your own info, then paste in this salient information:

Title: The Fob Bible

Authors: William C. Bishop, B.G. Christensen, Samantha Larsen Hastings, Sarah Jenkins, Eric W Jepson, Theric Jepson, Ryan McIlvains, Danny Nelson, A. Arwen Taylor

Publisher: Peculiar Pages

Thanks!

Last Saturday Petra Was Married

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And the food was really good. Her dress was cool and men threw her in a blanket. I got sick that evening and never got around to posting about it, but it was cool. Sorry you missed it.

Unofficial FEB Partification

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Theric and Lady Steed welcomed Petra and Melyngoch and Tolkers to their home this fine evening in celebration of delicious food. As is typical, the visitors were roped into playing baseball by the irrepressible Big O and Large S. Little Lord Steed mostly slept.

We had a deeelightful time. I was so happy to see Mel again after all these many long years and it'd been a year for Tolkers also and I hadn't seen Petra since she's been splitting her time between Communist prisons and men (cf).

Anyway, I didn't get any pictures of the exciting stuff, but I did get this, which is about as fobular as can be imagined:

A Joke Told By FoxyJ's Mom That Melyngoch Will Appreciate

An aging Indian* finding himself incapable of physically expressing his love for his wife visited the medicine man.

"Yes, I can help you," said the medicine man. And then he proceeded to administer his medicines and chant his chants. When he was done, he gave the man the following instructions: "When you need things to work, simply say, 'One two three.' And then when you're ready to be done, say, 'One two three four,' and you'll be done."

So the man went home to his wife, gave her a big kiss, and cheerfully said, "One two three!"

His wife frowned and asked, "What's the one two three for?"

Moral of the story: Never end a sentence with a preposition, lest you end up with a dangling participle.



*I'm not sure why it needs to be an Indian, but she got this joke from Star Valley, Wyoming, so perhaps that explains it.

Omnipresent Ben

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Ben's everywhere this weekend with two of his Fob Bible stories released on popular blogs for discussion. If you haven't read these stories before, do now. If you have, stop by to help get the conversation going.

Abraham's Purgatory

The Changing of the God

Our first review

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The first half of Tyler Chadwick's beautiful review of The Fob Bible is up.

Second paragraph:

The Fob Bible, an anthology of stories, poems, closet drama, and email correspondence, positions itself within this general tradition of enhanced, altar-type, family Bibles, though with a significant revisionary difference: instead of constructing a new apparatus intended to direct our study of the scriptures in specific, predetermined ways or offering a new translation of a text that has already been translated repeatedly, the contributors to The Fob Bible have re-imagined well-worn Old Testament stories, revisiting Eden and its surrounds, the Deluge, the final moments of Sodom and Gomorrah, Abraham and Isaac’s ascent to Moriah’s pinnacle, the relationship between Isaac and Esau and Esau and Jacob, Joseph’s—then Moses’—journey into Egypt, Balaam’s bond with his ass, Samson, Solomon, Rehoboam, Naaman, Ezra, Job, Jeremiah, Daniel, and, of course, Jonah and the giant fish.

Ssee me at AMV today:

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“Our Refined Heavenly Home”

Deep Thoughts with Melyngoch

Said during tonight's eFob:

"Orgies are prime dna-acquisition opportunities."

Fob Bible Release Party LIVE

Don't forget to stop by here and say hi sometime after 6PDT tonight!




And most importantly, don't forget to order your own copy of the Fob Bible!

Fob Bible Release Party Liveblogging Test Run

Check this out:

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You're here too.

Plain and Precious Parts

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Plain and Precious Parts is now available for online reading, free download, and on Kindle for a buck. Links at http://peculiarpages.com.

On eFob

And so it has come to a head; we must capitalize It, must make It a force beyond the general.

We may say, charmingly, that this is the third age of the Fob, that we have entered with all the messy democracy of our millennia into that final journey; the abnegation of self. There was, indeed, always something self-consciously Buddhist about our blogging, a nirvana of nattering. It was only a matter of time before that web was stitched together with our electronic thread, only a question of dimension to frame our holy conversation. We were half cyborg when we met already, there was only that decision to be made. Like messy democracies everywhere (e-verywhere), we must now take dictation to get things done.

All hail, beloved dictationer: first look to the e-mote in your own eye.

To speak of the letter e is to prate at paradigmatics, to question God. For do we not make it a game to see how long we can write without that pivotal Vowel, not count it success to well-spell a novel without it?

Thrice in this sentence. Thrice.

This, then, our good news, this our God-spelling: deity is less potent, under glass. But still, inevitable: crawling at the end of the sentence, the silent e smites the precedent sound, rounds out the plasma ow. What is then the use of questioning, if the line of punching remains the same?

The death of poets lies in punditry: wherein is the breath-e of life.

Mark them, then, the heads of our movement. Witness how they stand at the corners of continents and make domestic disasters beautiful. Behold, they meet without meeting, worlds without sight, worlds without body. And yet there is some sense that the animal still holds sway, that there are hungers and exhaustions untroubled by our desire to e-produce. We sleep, we wake, we feed, and yet we flatten to make it whole.

Make It whole. Turn It capital. It is the third age of the Fob. May It not be the last, so we e-pray.

We're like a band

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We drift apart, we break up, we get back together, there are rumors we'll be bringing something new out, those rumors prove unfounded, we hold jam sessions, some people don't hear, rumors of hurt feelings, the tour gets repostponed, rumors of the original lineup, the Wikipedia talk page erupts in arguments over what the legit member list is, founding members make contradictory statements to the press, someone breaks a guitar. Et cetera.

For you young Mormons out there

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This.

Just an explanation. I wrote something on this blog instead of my own and then tried, in my lame and ineffective techno-idiot way, to move it to mine which I later, because of some cosmic miracle, was able to do, but only after I actually deleted it completely from this blog and thought I'd lost it forever. So...if you use Google Reader--and thank the heavens for Google Reader because that's where I found what I'd thought I lost--it appears on The All-New Foblog in Google Reader but not on the actual blog itself. So there. Easy explanation, right?

So you're not crazy. It isn't here anymore.