The Common Good

Articles By Ed Spivey Jr.

I hold in my hand a printout of the e-mail I just received from Barack Obama.
With the nation facing fiscal uncertainty (actually, complete and absolute certainty—just like the in­evi­table wedgie I got every day in junior-high gym class), maybe it&rsq
Being the trusting sort, I clicked on the link. Life is different now.
Ed Spivey Jr.'s latest H'rumphs video chronicles his misadventures on the latest social networking craze, Facebook. Listen in to the hilarity that ensues after Ed finally "becomes a friend."
The International Space Station is a cramped scientific laboratory orbiting in an environment where temperatures on a good day top out at minus 273 degrees Celsius.
Sojourners Art Director and resident humor columnist Ed Spivey Jr. takes on the most recent addition to the International Space Station: a second bathroom.
Made you look. Anyway, the world economy continues to spin downward despite my previous column on the subject, which was intended to bring needed comic relief to struggling world markets.
Sojourners' Art Director and resident humor columnist Ed Spivey Jr. takes on the economic crisis, former Lehman Brothers CEO Richard Fuld, and muffins in this month's H'rumphs.
The following is an excerpt from economic philosopher Adam Smith’s Wealth of Nations treatise, one of the driving intellectual forces behind contemporary market theory.
Editor’s Note: Okay, Ed, the lawyer has finished looking through your column to make sure it’s totally nonpartisan and that it doesn’t favor or oppose either candidate.
Putting stickers on cars is a different kind of superpower.
It's Ordinary Days, the Miller Time of the liturgical year.
The Supreme Court is about to rule on guns. Be afraid.
Here at Sojourners, we neither toil nor spin.
Worried about your financial future? Have a Life Saver.
The voice of the people. Even the crazy ones.
The Prosperity Gospel lets us have our cake and eat it, too. Also cookies. And donuts.
Our private contractors have sacrificed enough in Iraq.
Someone foolishly suggested I should actually play in public.
As the election season progresses and the inevitable wreckage shows up on the side of the road—Gilmore who?
Our neighborhood has changed. It's now delicious.
Only one man can beat Fred Thompson in the 2008 race.
Is this the end of productive society as we know it?
3,000 coffees to go please. And one decaf.
Everyone is innocent until proven guilty. Although, some less so than others.
We cannot rest on our laurel, once we find out what it is.
Which sounds better, President Newt or President Mitt?
Just try to play the violin under a low-hanging ceiling fan.
It was a year to remember. (Do we have to?)
Detroit: Our top story today is the recall of 7.4 million sport utility vehicles after General Motors technicians discovered they consume unconscionably high quantities of fuel.
Welcoming al Qaeda's dynamic new leader in Iraq.
Elvis was perhaps our greatest English speaker.
Anyone in this country illegally should leave. But first...
One man's personal quagmire, and it has nothing to do with Iraq.
Space in al Qaeda?
Today's toddler, in his front-facing carrier, thinks he can fly.
Apparently, 'a-wassailing' means 'meeting with my lawyers.'
Keeping an 'eye on Washington' in this crucial election year.
This Christmas, avoid the partridge in the pear tree. If it sneezes.
FEMA has announced a bold new initiative: Third Responders.
Ever notice how the great novels tend to be really long?
What if Jesus had professional consultants?
My feeble attempts at Spanish were complicated by the idiomatic peculiarities of the language.
John Bolton again failed to win.
Our troubled world needs young people. And their iPods.
A way to save Social Security, Medicare and Lockheed Martin.