Because I’m a grumpy old man at heart, I’m against reboots of Disney classics on principle. Except for these Disney films…
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Welcome to Table Notes. In these posts, I share the latest “Believe to See” podcasts, along with links to extra resources, and maybe an observation or two. Enjoy! This Table Note is for Episode 66: “Do All Artists Have to be Weirdos?” Ever worry you’re too normal to be a[…]
Dearest Mellema Cousins,
You’re likely surprised to be hearing from me. Earlier, I explained that I could only write to you on Sundays of Advent. Well, I omitted one loophole. Because Leap Day is, by long tradition, a bonus day where usual rules need not apply, I am able to send a bonus letter.
Welcome to Table Notes. In these posts, I share the latest “Believe to See” podcasts, along with links to extra resources, and maybe an observation or two. Enjoy! With the new film getting Oscar buzz, a couple Little Women fans join the table. Anselm author Emmy Houk and Lauren Capps[…]
Because I have three young kids and Disney+, we’ve started marching through the Disney vault. And that got me thinking about one of the gravest injustices in all of Disney: the people of Corona stealing Mother Gothel’s magic flower at the beginning of Tangled. Caveat. I suppose I should make[…]
The boys, finally united in resolve, looked at each other a moment. They had no idea how to escape the Faerie castle. Matt shrugged, and walked to the door.
“It’s locked,” he said.
“Don’t worry,” said Brian. He grabbed his war hammer and stared down the door.
Matt couldn’t decide if he was frightened or offended.
“What do you mean we’re in danger?” Matt asked. “Ansa and her father have been really friendly. And Ansa is the most beautiful and—”
“Yes, yes, at first,” said the swan. “But that’s not how it ends.”
More swans appeared, gathering in an ominous circle around Matt.
This Table Note is for Episode 61: “Unsolved True Crime.” On this show, we ask whether the true crime genre exploits people’s pain, or shares important stories. It turns out, the answer is complicated. Anselm author Sarah Pottenger stopped by the table to help.
The boys followed Ansa through a meandering woodland path. Brian tapped Matt on the shoulder and pointed to the map. They were headed away from the map’s arrow. Matt ignored him.
Shielding their eyes, the boys stepped into a sunny meadow teeming with poppies. On the far edge was a castle that seemed impossible: towers and turrets and bridges jutted out in extravagant excess, at angles that defied physics. Earth physics, at least.