A New Day

This is going to be really, really boring for awhile. I've decided to spend at least five minutes a day writing on my blog, instead of waiting for my brilliant muse to strike me. I need the practice. I have no topic today, however. Is my five minutes up? Tick tick tick. Nope.

I've been listening to the new Jars of Clay album, Good Monsters. "There is a River" is the best cut on it, followed closely by "Oh My God." Nice album.

I began to read Ann Coulter's "Godless -- The Church of American Liberalism." The first chapter is a good read and she makes some good, if wildly over-exagerated (why don't they have spell check on blogger?) points. Sounds to me like she doesn't know any liberal Christians. I know lots. Anyway, after the first chapter, she just gets ... screechy or something. I'm sure there are coherent points in the rest of the book, but it's hard to tell between all of the hawk-like screeches and various ways of referring to Bill Clinton's tete-a-tete with Monica Lewinski, which appears at least once every two pages after the first chapter. I put it down after the third chapter. Ann -- Less screechy please. At least if you want me to read you.

Ding! Five minutes! Wee ha!