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My favorite way to write: Vim.

I’m a grown man. I’m bigger than my daughter. I have the ability to make a fist and bash her face in. I don’t have the right, but I do have the might.

So how do we escape our current ridiculous inequality without committing injustice ourselves?

The rich tax us; we tax the scantily paid wage slaves that pick our food and make our clothes and build our life-saving medical technology.

The monitor, your chair, your socks–strangers worked hard to craft your most intimate stuff.

You’ll notice that “Books” weren’t high on our list. They’re deep in “Everything Else”, somewhere between “Sports” and “Toe Cheese”. (Listen Magazine, 2004 October)

John Kerry, upon meeting Chesterton, would find himself forced to articulate a few positions in order to disagree with him. However, Chesterton would probably still be just as disgusted as ever with the Republican Party, if not moreso.

How many authors are hilarious? Brilliant? Coherent? Happy? Catholic?

Cariysa Marie, the firstborn of William and Elizabeth Powell, came forth into the sunlight at 5:40 am, June 28th, 2003, into the hands of her father and the arms of her mother. She was 7 pounds, 14 ounces, 20 inches, and lovely beyond song.

Why? Because the Divine Office (also called the Liturgy of the Hours) is like a choo-choo train, or one of those pill organizers with all the little boxes. If you can master that concept, you’ve got it made.

A musician who "can’t" improvise is like a second-grader who can recite Hamlet, Hiawatha, and Huckleberry Finn verbatim but is afraid to ask you to pass the mustard.

No matter how many animated office supplies jump around and shout at you, beneath the glitz it’s still software.

And countless choirs of angels would appear, not to the Pope, or even to the local bishop, but to a few greasy oil-change mechanics in their shop, just finishing up on an old station wagon…

I have to say that Brother David is the only monk I have ever known who, a few minutes after meeting you, rolls up his left sleeve and proceeds to tell you the story of the 8-inch scar embedded in his forearm.

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