Month: April 2017

Happy St. George Day


I am obliged to re-produce Chesterton’s great poem, “The Englishman”:

St George he was for England,
And before he killed the dragon
He drank a pint of English ale
Out of an English flagon.
For though he fast right readily
In hair-shirt or in mail,
It isn’t safe to give him cakes
Unless you give him ale.

St George he was for England,
And right gallantly set free
The lady left for dragon’s meat
And tied up to a tree;
But since he stood for England
And knew what England means,
Unless you give him bacon
You mustn’t give him beans.

St George he is for England,
And shall wear the shield he wore
When we go out in armour
With battle-cross before.
But though he is jolly company
And very pleased to dine,
It isn’t safe to give him nuts
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Manent is great. A 2016 interview with him:

“We invite catastrophe by sincerely believing that the religious affiliation of a citizen has no political bearing or effect. . . We invite catastrophe when we confuse the obligation to rescue a person who is drowning with that person’s right to become a citizen of our country. We invite catastrophe when, in the name of charity or mercy, we require old Christian nations to open their borders to all who wish to enter.”… Read the rest


IMG_3150Brews You Can Use

The warm weather, combined with kids sports tonight, drove me to the gin and tonic last night. I even made a return trip to the drinking club, so I could sit on its back deck and overlook the lake while discussing plans for the urban “farm” that I’m going to start the first week of May. It’s not really a farm, but rather a produce stand for my son Max to run. I’ll grow the produce on the 3/4 acre behind the stand. The excavator is supposed to come the first week of May to strip the sod (a mix of grass and weeds) and till.

That endeavour has devoured a large chunk of my time this week, hence the abbreviated blogging. And now a small hangover is devouring a small chunk of my time this morning.

Fortunately, I have a drinking post readily available: Let’s Bring Back: The Cocktail Edition (2012). Marie bought me this book last year but I forgot about it and didn’t crack its spine until a few weeks ago. My delayed loss. It’s great.

It’s not a book that explains how to make every drink, but rather a collection of more obscure recipes and commentary: light banter, anecdotes, history. Most of the recipes appear to come from the 19th and early 20th centuries, but it features older stuff, too, like Ancient Roman Mulsum: “Warm 1/2 cup … Read the rest



*The Aaron Hernandez story is sad. You expect more from a guy with such a great set of tattoos.

*My son’s track team won its last meet against a more “urban” team by one point. The other team’s lead 200-meter runner, who was the favorite to win the 200, left the track meet early to get All-You-Can-Eat Shrimp.

*My daughter’s soccer game went to a tie-breaker last night: a shoot-out. I really dug it. The soccer purists in the stands hate the shoot-out, but I, an uncultured slob, really dug it.

*One of the funniest Tweets I’ve seen in awhile:

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misc-rambling-picMiscellaneous Rambling

Ceiling. TrastevereHonest speculation: If it were a scientific and historical fact that, every couple hundred of years, a person is resurrected from the dead in the manner Christ was, would anyone at all doubt that Christ rose from the dead (given the historical record)?

Ceiling. TrastevereI realize that, even if the answer is, “Of course not; everyone would believe he did” (which I believe is the answer), such an argument is hardly dispositive of the issue. For starters, if it were a known occurrence throughout history, the early apostles and Christians wouldn’t have been willing to die in defense of their assertion that it happened here . . . and no one would have been trying to kill them over it. But still, it’s interesting to consider it.

Ceiling. TrastevereI came up with that argument, incidentally, on my own, but I gotta believe I internalized it from earlier readings. If anyone knows where I might have read it, please pass it along. … Read the rest