Month: April 2017

Sunday

Alex Jones

Happy birthday to oldest son, Alex, my only kid who works harder than me. If you need a home loan, give him a call at QuickenLoans.

(You’re surprised I would shill like that for a mortgage lender? He’s going to be even more surprised to learn that’s the only present I’m giving him this year.)

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Friday

BYCU

Thursday evening, 6:45. I’m sitting down with my first gin and tonic tonic and gin after a miserable day.

I started at the dentist office, where I had an implant put in. I was told it’s “easy peasy,” but man, I’ve seen easier vestal virgins. Sixty minutes of wrenching my face all over hades. I was drained afterwards, but I had to get back to the office to deal with some bad developments in one of my files. After putting that matter to bed, I turned to my backlog of projects and the power went down. I learned that it was an outage that affected half of the city and had no sign of abating. I dismissed the staff then went home and took a short nap, being woken up after ten minutes by one of the myriad of electronic devices in our house. I tried to exercise, but cut it short because my mouth started throbbing. I then inspected my bed of expensive Salanova lettuce that I planted two weeks ago and confirmed none of it was sprouting, emailed Johnny’s to express concern about the $640 six-row seeder they sold me (I think it plants the seeds too deep), then took a shower. I then plopped down at my computer to type this blog post whine, but nevertheless grateful that I don’t have any real problems confronting me.

Tonight it’s just me, some family, and gin. Oh, and music courtesy of Pandora in the background.

And, of course, the NFL draft.

As of this writing, I don’t know who the Lions got, but I’m not optimistic. I read a statistical analysis of the … Read the rest

Thursday

Bullets

*Add “white nationalist” to the list of insults that have no meaning. “Racist” lost meaning long ago, as did “bigot” and “Fascist.” All words to connote someone who simply disagrees with the Left. So broad, they’re no longer reliable.

*I’m afraid North Korea has to be taken out. I hate war, but I fear this really is a threat that can’t be ignored any longer (thanks, Obama, for kicking the N. Korean can down the road for eight years).

*Interesting, kinda weird: Hermits around the web.

*I find this article pretty damning: Are the “Vast Majority” of Muslims Moderate?Read the rest

Tuesday

Miscellaneous Rambling

Ceiling. TrastevereI listened to a Tom Woods podcast last night, in which he said he had an excellent debate night at Yale recently. At a time when colleges and universities condemn free speech and open debate, he said Yale upholds it in the highest degree every Tuesday night. I never thought I’d say this, but congrats, Yale. Link to Woods’ account.

Ceiling. TrastevereI never got through the entire book, but I was sad to see this yesterday: “Robert Pirsig: Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance author dies aged 88.” He rides around the United States with his son and a married couple. He carries a kit to fix his motorcycle. His friend doesn’t. The difference in approach somehow signals an existential divide, but I couldn’t hang with it long enough to get to the bottom of it. The prose is good, and I found it enjoyable overall. My attention simply failed me on my three attempts to read it.

Ceiling. TrastevereI’m continuing to dip into Dorothy Day’s diaries a few times every week. I think I’m at 1955 (about a third of the way through). There’s lots of great stuff in there, like this, “There is a Russian saying, ‘For every sin of another which we conceal, three of our own are forgiven.'” For a man always tempted to point out others’ faults, and a man who has three times as many, this is poignant advice.

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Monday

misc-rambling-picMiscellaneous Rambling

Ceiling. TrastevereHappy birthday to my mom. She’s a wonderful woman. They say a mother’s love is unconditional. My mom proves they are right.

Ceiling. TrastevereI took Michael and Meg out to eat Saturday night, and one of the big screens was showing the NFL draft. I was puzzled because I didn’t think it started until this week. It turns out the NFL Network is broadcasting previous years’ drafts. Man, and I thought I was a loser for watching the first round of the draft until the Lions pick. I can scarcely imagine what troglodyte sits around, watching, say, the 2010 draft.

Ceiling. TrastevereThat Manent sentence from yesterday’s post is worth repeating: “We invite catastrophe by sincerely believing that the religious affiliation of a citizen has no political bearing or effect.” Pierre Manent.

Ceiling. TrastevereAnother quote from Manent worth pondering: “Christian hope is based on faith. I believe that, amid the crumbling of Western civilization, which has begun, the supernatural character of the Church will become, paradoxically, more and more visible. The hatred of the world will turn against it more and more clearly. More clearly than ever the fate of all will depend on the ‘little flock’ of Christians.”… Read the rest