The Almost Dailies Nov 20

Eye Candy, Widsom and Grace

Nov 20, 2023

I’m excited that the Almost Dailies are generating some buzz. A common comment I’m getting is, “I like the pictures but sometimes I don’t get the connection.” I think they mean this as some sort of flaw that can be fixed. But I take it as a sign of success. If you haven’t figured it out yet, the Almost Dailies are a

multi-platform “riddle and art” campaign to serve as a hook for all the other projects inside the MadPx Combinator.

Along with an image that always does have a connection to the saying, notations to help you follow my smart noting journey, and rooted inside my lifelong endeavor to build biggest microphone I can and yell, “He is risen!” into it, the Almost Dailies are my line in the water of white noise, late great, Americana social Ism to maximally market wisdom and beauty as evident and overflowing antecedents of authentic Christianity.

לדעת חכמה ומסר

Youre reading this the day of release because you are a paying subscriber. Thank you! I pray this platform brings you what youre looking for.

In setting up subscriptions, there is no set amount. You may pledge anything you desire. My suggestions are theological riddles. Team play is rewarded. 🦊

Thank you for believing in me. You have reawakened in me a passion to start writing with love and confidence again. I don’t take it lightly. Building The Game to End All Games was a good idea. Playing it myself was an even better one.

Moving forward, Deo Volente, I will bring many projects into alignment here. A rising tide lifts all ships. It starts with the First Draft Project, the fiction-writing banner and flagship under which Earth and Edgar are alive and well. Beneath the waters, D.U.S.T., Athanasius Audacity and a long-lost love of short stories are percolating nicely, yearning for another shot at the limelight. If all goes as hoped, there is even a new sometimes solo podcast in the works, while MadPXM moves into the newsline narrative stream format. In all cases, it’s fiction on the front burner and theology in the spice rack, with the occasional speaking gig around the corner to go with all the rest of it at BHOP, STWN and SP815/…Saved.

It’s all part of leaving Alice in Modernland behind and embarking on my journey of Christianity, fatherhood and homemaking in a hindsight 2020 world, developing the Dark Shore Universe game, mindset and real-world-human network as a platform for sharing Christianity for the life of the world.

Alleluia!

📐🦋Almost Daily Maxim!

Why do you trust them? 26:6

📐🦄Almost Daily Red Letters!

It is one thing to know a fool. It is another thing to be one. 5:22c

📐🧧From the Wyr Eld of Watergeist

The sale finished, three of the vial in question plus seven various others, Synu returned to hover over her brother with a disapproving scowl. He made it a point to not look at her, whittling somewhat more furiously, as if bits of splintered wood and hasty thumping might drive her away.

It didn’t work.

“Yes?” He said at last, still not willing to look up.

“It is the finest Cor Blossom Festival of them all, yet my brother, the day of his Eve of Aging, most eligible bachelor of the south Ambra Coast by my rankings, handsomest man in perhaps the entire world I shouldn’t guess, sits at a boy’s task, making valiant effort to pout in the direction of every pretty girl that passes his way so that the whole village of them are full sure that he finds their very existences an aggravation. Truly, if you will not do these many good customers even the courtesy of smiling, would you at least spare your sister the torment of having to clean up after your messes? This is a shop, after all.”