bacon

ever since i can remember, i’ve always been borderline anemic. at least that is what my doctor has always said.

“you’re not quite there, but you’re on the low side of healthy.”

Stanley Hauerwas has said, “I’m a pacifist because I’m a violent son of a bitch.” And I don’t believe him.  Because he’s miniature.  He’s a diminutive (brilliant) theologian no more than five feet tall and speaking with a voice that reminds me of an LP played at a 45’s speed.  I’m not buying that he’s violent.  Not physically.  And that let’s some of

Jim Cooper's aversion to bringing home infrastructure bacon to Metropolitan Davidson County leads him to fight for reform in the Texas Hill Country.

Parts of it, anyway.

This morning, I had to do one of those standard fasting visits to the doctor’s office. No big deal; I was in at 9:30 and out within the hour, and I’ve never minded giving a little blood.

Toasted bagels, coffee, eggs, bacon, latkes, geek speak galore! I hope to see you Thursday, June 26 at 7:30 am at Noshville. For full details and to RSVP please visit the Facebook Event or leave a comment.

There's a strong smell of honeysuckle in the air in East Tennessee these days.  At least if you're anywhere near any vegetation.