Shameless. I love it. Being it (it’s my eschatological witness at work), as well the television show. It reminds me of my time in Chicago. Except, I was a North-sider living the dream–what with all the pompous waiters and waitresses who were offended if you expected a refill on your non-sweet tea beverage.
[Southern waitresses are the best. Who else is going to call you ‘honey’ and ‘suga’ while refilling your glass for the fifth time? Is that misogynistic? I hope not, because I love those women. All of them. Bless their hearts.]
Everything here has nothing to do with anything, but I heard this song sometime back on Shameless and had to share it. The lyrics are mighty fine. Check it out. It’s a bit eccentric if for no other reason than this could be a lovely example of what anarcho-primitvism may sound like.
And everything needs a soundtrack.
River May Come by The Wild Yaks
About the Author
Tripp York teaches religious studies at Virginia Wesleyan College in Norfolk, Virginia. He is the author of more than half a dozen books including, Third Way Allegiance, The Purple Crown, and Living on Hope While Living in Babylon. He is the co-editor of the forthcoming three-volume collection called the Peaceable Kingdom Series. An actor and a lighting designer, Tripp also surfs and spends his weekends shoveling elephant and giraffe poop.