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Crime fiction with a supernatural twist
Release Date: July, 2006
Cloth Hardcover • 6 x 9 • 352 Pages
ISBN 0-7642-0204-9

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April 21, 2005
As If We Needed Another Reason to Avoid Ashton Kutcher Movies

Looks like Ashton Kutcher has made a wager with the moviegoing public: if his newest movie opens at #1 this weekend, he'll model Calvin Klein underwear.

Perhaps I missed something, but I didn't realize there was a large groundswell of popular sentiment demanding that Mr. Kutcher model underwear.

Posted by TLHines at 11:57 AM | Comments (1)
April 12, 2005
With or Without Jewels

This morning, I discovered a new promotion offered by a local radio station and jeweler. To win free jewelry, all you have to do is fill in the blanks:

"A day without a Goldsmith Gallery Diamond is like a (BLANK) without a (BLANK)."

I've never been one who passes up an opportunity to idle away precious time on the trivial and mundane, so I've quickly come up with a few entries and e-mailed them to the fine folks at Bee 104.

  • A day without a Goldsmith Gallery Diamond is like a NIGHT OF PASSIONATE LOVEMAKING WITH A HAITIAN INTRAVENOUS DRUG USER without a CONDOM.
  • A day without a Goldsmith Gallery Diamond is like a CUP OF WENDY'S CHILI without a FINGER.
  • A day without a Goldsmith Gallery Diamond is like a ST. PATRICK'S DAY IN BUTTE, MONTANA without a CHICK FIGHT.
  • A day without a Goldsmith Gallery Diamond is like a BLOG without a COMMENT FEATURE.
  • A day without a Goldsmith Gallery Diamond is like a SENTENCE SPOKEN BY AN AVERAGE AMERICAN TEENAGER without a SINGLE USE OF THE WORD "LIKE."
  • A day without a Goldsmith Gallery Diamond is like a UNITED STATES ELECTION without a LARGE BLOCK OF VOTERS WHO HAVE BEEN "INTIMIDATED" OR "DISENFRANCHISED."
  • A day without a Goldsmith Gallery Diamond is like a CELINE DION SONG without an ACCOMPANYING URGE TO GOUGE OUT MY EARDRUMS.

So far, the folks at Bee 104 haven't informed me what I've won. But I'm sure that's just an oversight at the moment. Have you any entries you'd care to share?

(POSTSCRIPT: Be sure to visit Goatopolis for this week's edition of the Rascal Fair.)

Posted by TLHines at 10:58 AM | Comments (3)
April 05, 2005
Matt Serves Fair Fare

The first official Montana Rascal Fair is live for your viewing pleasure at Matt Singer's Left in the West.

A brainchild of Matt and Craig, the Rascal Fair is a weekly compendium of the ever-growing Montana blogging community. That, in itself, is a pretty diverse bunch of folks: political junkies, monks, cattle ranchers, domestic engineers, poets, screenwriters, ex-FBI agents and more all call the Big Sky--and the blogosphere--home.

Hmmm. Come to think of it, maybe we're more of a sideshow than a fair.

Posted by TLHines at 09:24 AM | Comments (1)
April 04, 2005
The Mind of God. (Or, the God of Your Mind?)

I'm always fascinated by the intersections between faith and science, and one of the most interesting (to me) is the field of neurotheology--literally, the study of mind and God. As the name suggests, neurotheology attempts to explain how religious experiences affect the brain.

Researchers have begun to identify the portions of the brain affected by prayer, and interestingly, the area controlling self-awareness is key. In a Newsweek article entitled "Your Brain on Religion," Sharon Begley writes:

The result (of prayer) is that certain regions of the brain are deprived of neuronal input. One such deprived region seems to be the orientation area ... without sensory input the orientation area cannot do its job of maintaining a sense of where the self leaves off and the world begins... The result again is "blurring the edges of the brain's sense of self."

Of course, some feel neurotheology wants to prove all religious experiences--and perhaps the concept of God--are nothing more than misfirings of the brain. As James Harkin recently wrote in the London Times:

If we take neurotheology literally, the implications are severe. If God lies within our brains rather than within our souls, it seems likely that we invented God rather than the other way round. Some neurologists go farther, arguing that religion is a mere figment of delusional mental processes, a kind of mental illness.

While an attractive explanation on the surface, this is an unfortunate example of offering a how answer to a why question. Suppose I ask: Why is this water boiling? More than a few people will say: "Because it's reached 212 degrees Fahrenheit." Fair enough, but isn't that an explanation of how the water is boiling? Why is another question all together. Perhaps it's being boiled for tea. Or Easter eggs. Or a laboratory experiment. These are answers to the why question--answers, unfortunately, scientific explanations of "boiling" can't provide.

So, then, why does self-awareness go dorman while we're in deep prayer? I'm reminded of the Matthew 24b: If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me (NIV). For me, it's a neurological response to God: deep prayer is denial of the self, in a very real sense.

Of course, others have differing opinions, and there will always be a chicken-or-the-egg question: Did God hardwire our brains to commune with Him, or did the hardwiring of our brains create God?

However you answer that question, it's not a matter of science. It's a matter of faith.

Posted by TLHines at 03:34 PM | Comments (2)
April 01, 2005
A Trivial Butt-Whuppin'

I've always been somewhat proud of my inner Cliff Clavin, the part of my personality that can tell you what group sang the 1974 smash hit "Come and Get Your Love" (Redbone) or what team lost the 1982 World Series (that would be the never-say-die Milwaukeee Brewers).

In my time, I've even won a few games of "Trivial Pursuit," thanks in part to a tried-and-true strategy: if you don't know an answer, always guess "Babe Ruth" for sports-related questions and "Adolf Hitler" for history-related questions. It really works.

So yeah, I like me some trivia. I've even done a pretty fine job on Entertainment Weekly's annual "Pop Culture Quiz."

Until this year.

For whatever reason, this year's quiz is movie-themed (usually a good thing for me), but, well, somehow extra trivial: "#60: In 1987's Baby Boom, what's the name of the mail-order company J.C. Wiatt (Diane Keaton) starts from her snowbound Vermont home?" Baby Boom? Baby frickin' Boom? Has anyone watched this movie since 1987? Or: "#50: In Dirty Dancing, what is Baby's real name?" I think it's Felicity Shagwell--oh, wait, that's the answer to #56. Or: "#83: Who directed the 1987 comedy Three Men and a Baby?" Mmm, from what I remember of the movie, I'd say the correct answer is "nobody." However, I doubt that's the answer they're after.

Maybe I should guess "Adolf Hitler."

The horror....the horror. (Question #74: last line of Apocalypse Now. I did know that one.)

Posted by TLHines at 06:20 PM