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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.

Wrapping up a whirlwind tour

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I thought you might all be interest in knowing that you have been taught.

In my zippyzipfast eight-day teach of Greek Myth and the Bible and their echoes in modern literature, I have used, among other works, the following:

Mr Fob:

"Abraham's Purgatory (for our discussion of Abraham and Isaac)

Melyngoch:

"Deus ex Machina (part of the test)

Tolkers:

"Genesis" (for our discussion on Adam and Eve)
"Original Sin" (for our discussion on Adam and Eve)

eg:

"I Study Barnett Newman's Adam (1951) (for our discussion on Adam and Eve)