Well then, I'll give you Class Warfare.
Days in the Cold a gripping online novel by Chris Halverson (yours truly) follows William and Frank, two angry liberals, outraged at injustice, inspired by Toni Morrison and 18th Century Anarchism, and unwilling to take prisoners, as they practice class warfare in the most classical sense, by becoming murderers.
Yeah, so here's the deal. I'm going to be writing this story in chunks, updating the site quite often, and when I get a chapter done I'll fit it together and link it to the side of Universal Bones, that means you will actually see the novel as it develops from thoughts in my head to words on the page, to polished piece of work.
Peace,
Chris
Friday, April 07, 2006
Thursday, April 06, 2006
The Foundation is back, this month Immigration!
This month's topic over at the Foundation will be immigration, a hot topic in the States right now.
Also I'm thinking of changing Universal Bones into purely an online serialized novel. What this would mean is I would be continuing Days in the Cold on a more regular basis, basicly you would be reading the novel as I write it instead of as I finish a chapter. This would also mean I am no longer accepting your creative writing submissions, then again I've yet to recieve a single submission yet. This would, of course, in no way effect the way I run The Foundation, as it is still a site driven by submissions by the reader. What do my faithful readers think?
Peace,
Chris
Also I'm thinking of changing Universal Bones into purely an online serialized novel. What this would mean is I would be continuing Days in the Cold on a more regular basis, basicly you would be reading the novel as I write it instead of as I finish a chapter. This would also mean I am no longer accepting your creative writing submissions, then again I've yet to recieve a single submission yet. This would, of course, in no way effect the way I run The Foundation, as it is still a site driven by submissions by the reader. What do my faithful readers think?
Peace,
Chris
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
The Religious Left, an article by Slate
I think this article does a good job defining the various factions of the Religious Left. Good reading, a little shallow, but a good introduction.
Peace,
Chris
Peace,
Chris
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Drinking Europe
I've had a request from Dan to post about the beers of Europe. Here's what I've got.
Peace,
Chris
What even qualifies me to write about drinking in Europe? After all, I'm a product of Red State America (with a tinge of Blue State College). After all, I'm not a big drinker, in fact I actually waited until I was 21 before non-consecrated alcohol touched my lips.Maybe though, these facts are what make this interesting. After all my experience of drinking really has been shaped by and in Europe.
What were my first impressions of drinking in Europe? I suppose it was the shattering of a myth perpetuated by my High school German teacher. The myth being that Europeans drink, but never with the intention of getting drunk. One of the first weeks I was living at the Abbey I told my European co-workers this myth, they responded by "getting pissed" (pissed being British for drunk). My second impression of Europeans drinking was that everyone has their signature drink. The Slovakian plays to type by chugging Vodka, while the German and the Englishwoman disappointed me, as neither were big into beer, which I assumed would be their ethnic drink of choice. Instead they both go for fruity, but highly alcoholic, drinks.
Enough about the people, lets get to the drinks! Most of my drinks have came from the Temeraire, a Pub in Saffron Walden known for its good onion rings, its Sunday Roasts, and its cheep prices. There I've sampled many a pint. Each week they have a new "guest beer" on tap, I usually have a pint of whatever that happens to be. The highs and lows from these taste tests are as follows, Tangle Root on top and Efes Pilsen, a Turkish Beer, on bottom. As for the local stuff there is Guinness, which is extremely good, as well as Carling, which is (though an Englishman would throw a rock at me for saying this) the British equivalent to Coors. An interesting fact I learned about Guinness is that it was originally brewed in an effort to curb drunkenness, as it is made in such a way that it is actually quite hard to get "pissed" off of. When it comes to the subtypes of Guinness I have to say nothing beats Guinness Draft, its dark, like Black Hole dark, and that's something I appreciate!
There is another place I've encountered alcohol in Europe, my work, Saint Mark's College. These encounters have ranged from buying Tesco's Generic Beer (you get your money's work at 39p a can) to sampling the various spirits we sell from our "tuck shop" and serve to the Anglican Bishops. I've concluded Wiskey is a little too harsh, Sherry tastes like cough syrup, and Meade is divine. Yes, I've drank that honeyed liquor and felt is twist in my bones, felt it glom down my gullet, calling my back deep into some old unconscious bit. Back to where wolf's teeth gnaw on caribou corpse, where the Norse wind blows in billowed sail, dragon stern crashing through cracked ice, thoughts ofdistant lands to raid and plunder, where the ancestors lay entombed in helm and warring splendor, and are thrown upon the pyre. In short, Meade be a very fine drink, but one not to be taken lightly.
Finally there must be something said for sentimental drinking. When I want to think back to that loving continent I left behind I, strangely enough, don't grab a Budweiser, or a Coors, but in fact I grab something from a little farther south, a Corona.
Peace,
Chris
What even qualifies me to write about drinking in Europe? After all, I'm a product of Red State America (with a tinge of Blue State College). After all, I'm not a big drinker, in fact I actually waited until I was 21 before non-consecrated alcohol touched my lips.Maybe though, these facts are what make this interesting. After all my experience of drinking really has been shaped by and in Europe.
What were my first impressions of drinking in Europe? I suppose it was the shattering of a myth perpetuated by my High school German teacher. The myth being that Europeans drink, but never with the intention of getting drunk. One of the first weeks I was living at the Abbey I told my European co-workers this myth, they responded by "getting pissed" (pissed being British for drunk). My second impression of Europeans drinking was that everyone has their signature drink. The Slovakian plays to type by chugging Vodka, while the German and the Englishwoman disappointed me, as neither were big into beer, which I assumed would be their ethnic drink of choice. Instead they both go for fruity, but highly alcoholic, drinks.
Enough about the people, lets get to the drinks! Most of my drinks have came from the Temeraire, a Pub in Saffron Walden known for its good onion rings, its Sunday Roasts, and its cheep prices. There I've sampled many a pint. Each week they have a new "guest beer" on tap, I usually have a pint of whatever that happens to be. The highs and lows from these taste tests are as follows, Tangle Root on top and Efes Pilsen, a Turkish Beer, on bottom. As for the local stuff there is Guinness, which is extremely good, as well as Carling, which is (though an Englishman would throw a rock at me for saying this) the British equivalent to Coors. An interesting fact I learned about Guinness is that it was originally brewed in an effort to curb drunkenness, as it is made in such a way that it is actually quite hard to get "pissed" off of. When it comes to the subtypes of Guinness I have to say nothing beats Guinness Draft, its dark, like Black Hole dark, and that's something I appreciate!
There is another place I've encountered alcohol in Europe, my work, Saint Mark's College. These encounters have ranged from buying Tesco's Generic Beer (you get your money's work at 39p a can) to sampling the various spirits we sell from our "tuck shop" and serve to the Anglican Bishops. I've concluded Wiskey is a little too harsh, Sherry tastes like cough syrup, and Meade is divine. Yes, I've drank that honeyed liquor and felt is twist in my bones, felt it glom down my gullet, calling my back deep into some old unconscious bit. Back to where wolf's teeth gnaw on caribou corpse, where the Norse wind blows in billowed sail, dragon stern crashing through cracked ice, thoughts ofdistant lands to raid and plunder, where the ancestors lay entombed in helm and warring splendor, and are thrown upon the pyre. In short, Meade be a very fine drink, but one not to be taken lightly.
Finally there must be something said for sentimental drinking. When I want to think back to that loving continent I left behind I, strangely enough, don't grab a Budweiser, or a Coors, but in fact I grab something from a little farther south, a Corona.
A really good defense of the Iraq war
In sum the Status Quo was too bad to do nothing, so Bush at least did something. We have to win the war there otherwise America might turn issolationist, as the cost of the rest of the world. We have to win otherwise conflict in the Middle East will increase. We have to win otherwise other countries, seeing our weakness, might do something rash. For example China might try to regain Tiawan, which would increase instability and could even touch off a truly great war.
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