Eric Scheske

The Electoral College officially cast its votes for president, and Bill Clinton actually teared up after voting for Hillary, saying that he's never cast a vote he's been prouder of. Then he said, “Except for that wet T-shirt contest I judged in Cancun.” Fallon

Miscellaneous Rambling There aren't a lot of saint commemorations this week, which I guess is understandable: People should be focused on the coming anyway, as opposed to on those quintessential focusers. But if you're looking for time with the saints, today brings us Ignatius of Antioch,

Miscellaneous Rambling The night is far spent. Morning nears. How has your night gone? Mine hasn't been too bad. A bit restless, I suppose, but not too bad. Goodness knows I've done worse. My St. James Calendar of the Christian Year tells me today is commemorated

This WaPo article about the rebelling electors reveals the sheer buffoonery at play: > Mark Hersch, a 60-year-old Chicago-based marketing strategist, joined a group known as the Hamilton Electors, who have been organizing efforts to contact electors and change their minds. Before the election, Hersch said, the

> “There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.””• 'A Christmas Carol' by Dickens published #OTD [https://twitter.com/hashtag/OTD?src=hash] 1843 pic.twitter.com/cszgWmuUM0 [https://t.co/cszgWmuUM0] > — Oxford Classics (@OWC_Oxford) December 17, 2016 [https://twitter.

Some of my fondest memories are from Joe Louis Arena and Red Wings games. It looks like another great moment at The Joe last night [https://streamable.com/eif7w]. You need your computer speakers on. Simply great, heart-warming, stuff.

From the Notebooks Wow, there is simply a dearth of bloggable stuff out there today . . . that, or my muses have gone on strike. I'm being forced to reach into my bag of notebooks. I found this poem in my Poems folder. I don't remember writing it,

Drinking time, much less blogging-about-drinking time, is scarce this holiday season. For today, just this from my trip to the British Museum last month: Speaking of my trip to London, I was amused to duck into a sports pub for a few drinks, only to see its assortment

From the Notebooks Know thyself. This injunction was printed above Delphi's door. It's a command that has exercised seekers throughout the ages. The inscription was a guiding principle for Socrates, Philo, Plotinus (the neo-Platonist author who heavily influenced St. Augustine), and the unknown author of

All things must be sacrificed on the altar of the Moloch god of High School Athletics, including sleep and sanity during a hectic time of year, so energy, patience, and everything else is in short supply this morning. Fortunately, Taki recently posted this great piece: "How the Left Strangled