Submitted by Aubri Plourde on Wed, 12/03/2014 - 08:47
Disclaimer: This is not a religious post. I am not attempting to exorcize any religious figures from any primordially pagan holidays that may or may not have been reified through fourteenth-century religious traditions. I am not in any way interested in taking on the “War on Christmas.”
Keep Christ in Christmas.
I was driving near the Texas State Capitol building yesterday, and as usual, there were protestors hovering at the end of the mall, some gossiping, some marching in halfhearted circles with signs that read “KEEP CHRIST IN CHRISTMAS!” I didn’t have time to snap a photo, but they looked something like this:
Image Credit: Herald-Zeitung
Submitted by Aubri Plourde on Thu, 11/13/2014 - 11:35
Submitted by Aubri Plourde on Wed, 10/22/2014 - 12:01
As a child, I dressed up for Halloween only once.
It looked like this:
Image Credit: Aubri's Mom
Submitted by Aubri Plourde on Tue, 10/07/2014 - 14:25
This post started with a t-shirt. It draped across the shoulders of a college student—female, attractive—and sported the slogan “Strong is the New Sexy.” The shirt caught my attention because it was neon orange, but the slogan stuck. It seemed both snappy and dense, culturally relevant and straightforward.
Image Credit: Jenniver Cohen and Stacey Colino, Amazon.com
Submitted by Aubri Plourde on Tue, 09/16/2014 - 16:58
Image Credit: Roots Run Deep Winery
I don't know anything about wine. I know there are reds and whites, and I know that, thankfully, they don't give me migraines.
And I'm not picky. Give me something that isn’t too acidic, nothing too sweet, and I'm happy enough to grade some student papers. But I'll admit that—when I’m choosing wine myself—I choose it entirely on one qualification, and one only: the label.
Submitted by Aubri Plourde on Wed, 09/03/2014 - 17:40
Image Credit: The Little Picture Bible, by Isabella Child
When I was a child, I liked to imagine Adam in the Garden of Eden, surrounded by docile beasts as he handed out names like candy. "Elephant," he'd say--and I liked wondering whether Elephant was a proper noun, the name “Elephant," or simply a category. Elephant would smile gratefully and lumber to the back of the group so that Adam could see and name his next subject.
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