During my trip to New Orleans, I started The Spiral Staircase by Karen Armstrong. You may know some of Armstrong's other books such as A History of God and The Battle for God. The Spiral Staircase is her second memoir (actually it's the third, but she makes it clear in the introduction that she'd rather everyone forget the second one). The theme of this volume is her journey of self-actualization: first as a nun and later in various academic settings, she deals with harsh, authoritarian, and at times irrational overseers, and tries to make sense of her own identity while trying to pull out from under them. She details her longtime grudge against religion before discovering how invigorating it is for her to study it, less as a believer and more as a scholar.
I turned off the Indians game when it was 4-1, and woke up to more bad news. I have to say it was fun watching Manny get tagged out standing up at the plate. The aura around the Red Sox seems to have changed since 2004. Watching them win that was fun. Now it's more like watching Yankee Lite. Chalk that up to the bias of ESPN or the way Ken Rosenthal writes on FoxSports.net ("OhpleaselettheSoxwinOhpleaseOhpleaseOhplease...") or Manny being an Idiot...er...Manny. They sure aren't in the Loveable Loser category with the Cubs any more.
While sitting at the Cafe Du Monde in New Orleans, there were a couple street performers nearby. We'd later learn that they're collectively called Mother Tongue. The violinist wasn't with them that day, though. They remind me of India.Arie.
Around the web, have you ever read the Mad Priest?