An article in catapult – On Facebook, social media, and life well-lived

I am very happy to be a part of the most recent edition of catapult with an article titled “And Then He Disappeared,” in which I reflect upon my relationship with electronic life and social media. If you like to reflect on such questions too, you may give it a read here:

The photographs mentioned in the first paragraph of the essay may be viewed here.

Be sure to check out articles from the entire issue which asks questions about the value of progress and its ever forward movement.

of articles and blog breaks – on thrift store shopping and wholeness

Hello, readers/viewers. I don’t know what I ought to call you 🙂 It has been a little while, but more on that in a little bit.

First, I have had an article published in catapult magazine about a coat…well, really about other things, too, but finding an amazing coat in a thrift store gets the ball rolling.

In the current issue, which is all about the issues involved in clothing oneself, I also have two haiku, reprinted from here, about some of the wonders of spring.

Regarding blogging and breaking, well, I am in the process of mulling over a photographic break, both on and off the blog–that is, exiling my cameras elsewhere for a time in order to…well, I am not certain to do what exactly, but perhaps, to riff off the images in the previous post, to let the lake refill. Indeed, the images in that post may serve as an apt image for this time.

I do hope that there will be some activity here, perhaps the posting of an article or two, but, more significantly, I hope to complete an overhaul of The Dassler Effect, with a new look and a section devoted to selling some of my prints.

I am not sure how long the break will last–it has not snowed here and the flowers are as yet to come out to tempt me–but I can be a fickle fellow 🙂 so there maybe some hope that it will be short.

Thank you so much for coming along for the ride however long you have been on board.

Of Twinkies and Fruitcakes – Hostess Holiday Fruitcake

A few weeks ago nutritionists everywhere must have rejoiced to hear of the sinking of Hostess Brands, makers of Twinkies, Ding Dongs, Cup Cakes, and Wonder Bread, amongst many other titles. It is almost impossible to conceive that the rights to produce these iconic products will not be picked up by someone else, however bad that might be for the obesity epidemic. I wonder, though, no pun intended, whether anyone will choose to pick up Hostess Holiday Fruitcake?

I got the cake above in a overstock store for the low, low price of $1.49. And, the verdict. Well, I must say that I was surprised at how decent it actually was. The consistency was just right, with a good selection of fruit. With some additional spices (nutmeg to name one) and some brandy added it would actually be quite good. Shock and surprise.

I have written about fruitcake at greater length here.

Ash Wednesday Images and Lenten Poem by Guest Blogger Alice Ellis

Lent: a 40- Day Invitation

Leave behind your brokenness
Enter the simple-plain wilderness
Be marked with palm-ashes
Sing hymns in soft tones of longing
Lean hungry hearts into prayer
Search out the memory of baptism
Hear the ancient cry “Repent,
Prepare the way of the Lord.”
Speak the language of confession
Let the shadow of the cross fall on you
Receive the healing of forgiveness
Take His bread broken for you
Drink His wine poured out for you
Let His love overtake your love
That you may become…
God’s Holy Invitation to Others.

-Alice Ellis, February 2008

“He Puts the Lonely in Families” in Catapult

In this most recent article of mine in Catapult I reflect a little on the life and death of my good friend Anil, who died this past Spring, and about his life in our community. Whether you knew Anil or not, I think you may appreciate the article.

How shall we speak of weight?

In writing for Catapult magazine, I have written about pornography, grieving, conflict, and race, but seldom has the prospect of articulating my thoughts and feelings about a topic been harder than writing about weight. My interior landscape as it reflects on my own external form and also how we talk about such issues with one another in community-or rather don’t talk about such issues-are so complex, involving such depth of feeling, that the task seemed too hard, principally because of the wounding it might cause others. And, consequently, I did not manage to write an article this time. After several failed attempts at an essay,though, I did manage to write a sort of poem which gets at some of what I was after. It is not much, but if it precipitates any thoughts which you would like to talk to me about, please do not hesitate to email me.

This issue entitled “Weight,” is not only about the weight of bodies, but also reflects on other conceptual notions of weightiness, with some very personal writing. I especially commend to you the editor’s piece which encourages us who live in privileged Western contexts to ask God for more, not less, weight in life.