Best of the Week, Jan 27 - 31

Happy Birthday, Lewis Carroll 

"Often overlooked in the 'Alice' corpus is Carroll's classic "nonsense poem," Jabberwocky, which is found in Through the Looking-Glass. "

"I Got Rid of My iPhone"

"The constant dinging, bleeping and buzzing, signaling incoming messages, vexed him and pulled his gaze constantly toward the apparatus and away from whatever he was doing and whoever he was with. 'It's messed up. People aren't supposed to live like that'."

Amanda Knox Verdict Today ~ Trust the Process

"After so many phases of this tortured case -- all of which have been scrutinized in the crucible of time and under the eye of the international press -- once the verdict is rendered, the public should be satisfied the court has done its work."

Best of the Week, Jan. 20 to 25

The Internet is God's Gift ~ A Message from Pope Francis: "The internet, in particular, offers immense possibilities for encounter and solidarity.  This is something truly good, a gift from God."

Advice to Writers ~ William Langewiesche: “Forget the brackets. Why burden the reader with the fact-checker neurosis? I don’t write for fact-checkers."

MLK's Faith & What He Would Think of Twitter ~ An Interview with author 
Ed Gilbreath: "I've got to believe the man who wrote “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere” and “The time is always right to do the right thing” was a guy who would get a thrill out of the immediacy and wide reach of today’s social media."

Best of the Week, Dec 31 - Jan 5

In case you missed our postings last week, here are the highlights. Happy New Year!

8 Lessons Learned About Social Media as Your Workplace:  Keep going; slow and steady wins the race. Millions compete for internet space. Stay on point; don't freak out. Good content always prevails. . .

Tea with Frederick Buechner: He says, "It was John Updike who said God saves his deepest silence for his saints. Some people might say, 'The hell with it.' His silence throws me back upon myself and I must search my own depths. I'm still searching, aren't you?" He bobs his tea bag. "If we're not searching, we're dead" . . .

The Plaintive Faith of T.S. Eliot: 
. . . No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous--
Almost, at times, the Fool.