Philosophy

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] I’m bound to my Lord, so now I am free! – I’m free of the hold, the old misery of gripping temptations, sin’s harsh slavery: a servant of Jesus has real liberty! …

Today at work, I walked to the local shop to buy milk, I bought a large bag of Hula Hoops for £1, I love nibbling on them during work, I first...

I was shocked if not surprised at the death of Mahoney. I learned about it last week. The last time I saw him, he didn't look good although he was always too closely resembling (in his own words) either a "young Peter Lorre or an old Orson Welles". One thing he had was a hand that was perfect for holding a glass of beer no matter what size. We used to drink together when we were young and have the most confounding of conversations which always made sense to us but were threatening/infuriating/hilarious to others. I dug his massive vocabulary and he dug mine. We didn't get a chance to use them as much as we would have liked, so when we got together, we jazzed it up. We often talked of baked otters and black out shades and redundant ethnic quips. I've been trying for the last couple of days to write something about Mahoney when I came to inspiration point and tried to imagine the kind of conversation/ observation/dissertationwe would have shared on the available topic had we had another chance to kick it around and chop it up. I'm gonna name this "piece" Mahoney's Office after him and bid my bud adieu.

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] It is so easy not to bother when life is pleasant, easy, not give a thought at all to wonder ‘Is there a God … But when a tragedy comes sweeping … why do so many turn to blaming the God they’d been denying? …