Monthly Archives: March 2007

Life trumps blogging…

By Frank Paynter | Published: March 31, 2007

… posting will be light. I’m not a blogger anyway. I’m a writer. I’m a critic. I’m an analyst. Thanks to Seth Finkelstein for the citation and the reminder. To my friends, you know where to find me.

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More spiritual connections…

By Frank Paynter | Published: March 31, 2007

The priest… … a sermon (caution big mp4 download ahead).

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Becoming an authentic and dangerous writer

By Frank Paynter | Published: March 30, 2007

Yes, I’d rather be in Philadelphia for: A raucous evening of storytelling and political commentary with Joe Bageant, author of Deer Hunting with Jesus: Dispatches from America’s Class War, to be released by Random House Crown in June, 2007. By turns brutal, tender, incendiary, and seriously funny, his online columns at (www.joebageant.com) have made him [...]

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Nobody knows you’re a dog…

By Frank Paynter | Published: March 30, 2007

Best Friends – Baby and Pug Video Thanks to Edward Vielmetti’s blog for the link. I wasn’t going to post today, standing down to respect the marchers against cyberbullies, but perhaps this is better than silence.

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Doc Searls says…

By Frank Paynter | Published: March 28, 2007

From a current post at Doc Searls Weblog: This morning I recieved an email from Alan Herrell, who has blogged for many years as The Head Lemur… [full text of the letter here] This is the communication I’ve been waiting for. Alan appeared to have been the source of some (or perhaps most, or all [...]

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herbs and owls

By Frank Paynter | Published: March 27, 2007
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Mere anarchy

By Frank Paynter | Published: March 26, 2007

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. – W. [...]

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Wickedly Creative

By Frank Paynter | Published: March 25, 2007

[tags]But lady what if I dont want to be in your movie[/tags]

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