Crucifying the Flesh
D e n y
Y o u r s e l f . . .
The title of this painting by Anthony Falbo is a reference to Galatians 5:24: “And those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires.”
This theme rings throughout Paul’s other writings as well:
- “For we know that our old self was crucified with him so that the body of sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves to sin.” (Romans 6:6)
- “. . . if by the Spirit you put to death the deeds of the body, you will live.” (Romans 8:13)
- “I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me.” (Galatians 2:20)
- “May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world.” (Galatians 6:14)
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Jack Kerouac, Music Journalist
When Jack Kerouac went off to Columbia University, he told people he was going to be a journalist. His father, Leo Kerouac, was a printer in Lowell, who owned a print shop called Spotlight Print. Leo handled printing for some of the big businesses in New England, and also did a bit of writing of his own. This inspired Ti Jean, as little Jack was called. He used to lay on the floor, creating his own little newspapers and comics.
In school in New York, first at Horace Mann prep school and then at Columbia, Kerouac contributed to the school newspapers. The writing he did for the papers would best be described as music journalism. He soaked in all the great 1940s bebop of Harlem and wrote jazz reviews.
There was no Pitchfork at the time. Rolling Stone magazine wasn’t founded until 1967. Even many of today’s popular jazz…
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This too shall pass…

John Mayer – I Will Be Found (Lost At Sea)
It doesn’t matter where you roam
When no one’s left to call you home
I might have strained a bit too far
I’m countin’ all the moonlit stars
I’m a little lost at sea
I’m a little birdie in a big old tree
Ain’t nobody looking for me
Here out on the highway
But I will be found
I will be found
When my time comes down
I will be found
Somedays, I think it’s all okay
Some nights, I throw it all away
I saw her face and I could tell
My ghost had left the town as well
I’m a little lost at sea
I’m a little birdie in a big old tree
Ain’t nobody looking for me
Here out on the highway
But I will be found
I will be found
When my time comes down
I will be found
I’m a little lost at sea
I’m a little birdie in a big old tree
Ain’t nobody looking for me
Here out on the highway
Baby, I’m a runaway train
Baby, I’m a feather in a hurricane
Maybe it’s a long grey game
But maybe that’s a good thing
‘Cause I will be found
I will be found
When my time comes down
I will be found
So I keep runnin’ ’til my run is gone
Keep on ridin’ ’til I see that dawn
And I will be found
I will be found

