Social Media Soot and Good Writing on the Web

This morning I woke up to nearly an inch of snow on the ground. I say that for two reasons: (1) it's May and I live in Arkansas in the age of global warming, so this proves that God still has a miracle or two left in him; and, (2) my friend Jason has become particularly miffed that his social media feeds have been filled with pictures of snow in May, and I supposed I might throw him a bone and instead share words about miracles and global warming. Speaking of social media, I told some friends last night that I thought perhaps all the blinkering lights on the computer, iPhone, iPad, and telephone were starting to somehow make me sick. If a coal miner in West Virginia can catch the black lung from his labor, I suppose I might be catching a case of the black avatar from all my meanderings on the net. Perhaps I tend to be a coward in the brave new world; I don't know. But today, in an effort to celebrate some of the good out here is this prairie of blips and bits, I'm sharing some of the better watering holes I've run across this week.

My friend Malone has been writing about writing. Malone is one of the good ones. He has a beard down to his belly-button and a laugh that fills a room. He loves his wife, who has the best afro I've ever seen, and has a snorting pug that he named "Chicken Dinner." If ever there were a character, Malone is one. And if ever there were someone who knew a thing or two about good words, Malone is that one, too. Check out his citation to a Rolling Stone interview with Louis C.K. If you can pass by the rough-hewn language, there's some gold in this snippet.

This week, I stumbled across this piece on "Why Bad Writing is Almost Always Mistaken for Good Writing." It was written by a fella named Nicholas McDonald, and to be honest, I can't remember what led me to his place. After reading this piece, I immediately subscribed to his email service, thinking maybe the gent will teach me a thing or two along the way. Regardless, if you fancy yourself a writer, check out McDonald's post. It'll make you ask all the right questions.

Blase, here I go again. (Cue the Misery theme music... I'm your number one fan; don't bother with that board between your knees.) Yesterday, Blase dropped this nuclear bomb on one-dimensional masculinity. You may have to friend either Blase or me to see it. I'm not sure. Either way, it's by-gum worth reading.

Tonia is working through Walter Wink's book, Jesus and Nonviolence: A Third Way. I've got too many books on the old night stand to pick up a copy of this one, but you can sure-as-shooting know I'm going to use Tonia like a good set of Cliff's Notes. Why don't you run over to her place and keep up with this series.

Finally, this is just for the sake of nostalgia, justice, Woody Guthrie, and the notion that we all share humanity. It's for my friends who might appreaciate it--like him, and her, and her, and him.