A digital commonplace for a Regular Guy called Charlie Pharis

Author: Charlie Pharis (page 28 of 165)

New Reading Goodies…

The lovely and gracious “Mrs. Just Charlie” was on a quest today to find some books for her class at school. So I got to tag along. And while I was tagging along, I also came away with some goodies of my own to add to the reading shelf!

From the local library

From the local Wal-Mart (Books from Wal-Mart?!?!?)…

  • The Appeal by John Grisham. The newest legal thriller from the master of the genre. I’m trying to read more fiction along with everything else these days.

From one of our almost-local Barnes & Noble stores…

Pee-yew! I Just Voted…

I held my nose and did the unthinkable…

Let’s put it this way: My dad would be proud of the way I voted. (Well, maybe not…because since he is a Yellow Dog Democrat and all that, he’s kind of between Barack and a Hillary place himself! Get it? A rock and…well, you know!).

Let’s just say that my vote in the Super Tuesday primary wasn’t a vote for anyone, but it was a way to vote against her…I mean, against someone else.

Not that it’s going to matter in the long run, by the way…but that’s another post for another day!

Did you vote?

My Clock Is Blinking 12:51…

Well, not right now, but it was blinking 12:51.

So why am I up, with the dregs of a pressful of Christmas Blend?

I really don’t know! We had some strong wind come through tonight, and apparently the power went out for a brief minute. Only long enough to turn off things like the microwave, the auto-programmed coffee maker, the computer, the clocks on the phones, stuff like that. So, here I sit. I got up, re-programmed all the clocks, and now I’m wide awake!

Love it when that happens, don’t you?!?!?

Holy Man or Hollow Man?

From Keillor’s The Book of Guys

In America, you don’t have to know what you’re doing in order to do what you’re doing. You become a holy man by learning to act holy. The furrowed brow, the shambling gait, the vacuous modesty, the weird verbless speech, and Abbot Bob has mastered the act beautifully, but one look in his eyes tells you that nobody is home, he is a vacant shrine. (p.11)

Analog Hyperlinks…

You regular readers of this little attempt at a blog – all two of you – will know that I fancy myself an avid reader. I love books! Always have. Right now I’m working through Garrison Keillor’s The Book of Guys, just for fun. I never would have picked up the book except for a couple of mentions in John Eldredge’s Wild at Heart.

What I love about books, about reading, is that there are often analog hyperlinks to other things. Call it serendipity. Call it synchronicity. Call it whatever you want. But there is a world of links outside cyberspace. Go figure…

Will This Trend Catch On Among Young, Hip Pastors???

(Disclaimer: The following post is posted with tongue firmly implanted in cheek. I was thinking just the other day about the interesting fact that some of those who rail the loudest against “having to dress a certain way to go to church” have their own characteristic, expected “uniform.” Funny stuff…)

We’ve all seen it – the young, hip, with-it, cutting-edge, reaching-manly-men pastors’ uniform. (C’mon…you know what I’m talking about! And you know who you are!)

I guess if they’re going to spend $150-$600 on jeans (on jeans?!?!?!?!?!) they’re not going to wash them for six months either!

Get ready for the upcoming round of conferences…and hold your nose!!!!!!