Just moments ago a friend sent me this recording of my name being read from the podium of Westminster Theological Seminary’s commencement for the awarding of my Master of Arts in Religion (Biblical Studies) degree:
“Mark Traphagen, in absentia”
UPDATE: My daughter took the following video of all the M.A.R. graduates receiving their diplomas. My name being [...]
One of my favorite bloggers is back in action. My dear friend Joel Garver has returned to blogging at Sacra Doctrina after a hiatus stretching back to last September. Joel has done enough of these (and his blog is still well-followed by many) that in our corner of the Web, to disappear from blogging for [...]
Tonight I joined the Scene of the Crime Rovers, Durham’s own honk band.
“Joined” might be putting it a little too formally. Basically, I showed up at a practice and at the end mentioned that I would definitely be coming back. There was much rejoicing. “Most people leave during the break,” one [...]
This entry is part of a series, Flying Club Cup Videos by Beirut»
I need to get this series done!
Video #8 from the Beirut album The Flying Club Cup is titled “In the Mausoleum.” Here’s the video:
The lyrics are very brief and sung only once in the song:
Time travels to learn
your secret life
in your [...]
In a previous post I wrote about my encounter this past weekend with the Scene of the Crime Rovers, a Durham community street band. I had never seen anything quite like this before. I was instantly mesmerized and hooked. What I didn’t realize is that the Rovers are not an isolated case, but part of [...]
Master and Commander by Patrick O’Brian
My Goodreads.com rating: 5 of 5 stars
If I believed in reincarnation, I would be convinced that Patrick O’Brian must have been a 19th century British naval officer in a former life. His Aubrey & Maturin novels recreate that world with almost eerie accuracy. In the end, though, it is [...]
At one time, most music was free, spontaneous, and generated out of a community. This was folk music before it became a genre in the record store or iTunes. People picked up whatever instruments were at hand (or that they could make) and played not to be popular, not to get a hit on the [...]
This must be why mystics and poets record /
The slender incursions of splintered light, /
Echoes, fragments, odd words and phrases /
Like flashes through darkened hallways. - Rod Jellema