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Eric Scheske

Thursday

If Misery Loves Company . . . I track Randall Forsyth's columns at Barron's. I typically don't care what Warren Buffett has to say, so I wasn't much interested when I saw Forsyth's most-recent column, "Has Buffett Overplayed His Hand? [http://online.

The Wednesday Eudemon

You Offended Him?! I find this story from yesterday's New York Post [http://www.nypost.com/p/news/local/dolan_gives_the_times_holy_hell_C79kb04ndK2nKWVWLO8O0K] significant: "New York Archbishop Timothy Dolan has condemned The New York Times -- blasting the Gray Lady and its columnist Maureen

Three for Tuesday

Twitter 1. "The founding fathers of Communism, like Internet investors [in the late 1990s], believed that a new era had arrived." Bill Bonner. I've always distrusted new agers, whether they're holding crystals, wearing denim, or toting a laptop. They all say the same thing:

Something for Sunday Morning

"[L]et us love, for love will give us everything." de Caussade, Abandonment to Divine Providence. BTW: Happy All Saints Day. > Calling the saints to mind inspires, or rather arouses in us, above all else, a longing to enjoy their company, so desirable in itself. We long

Over at CE

Ignorant of Theophilus is at Catholic Exchange this morning [http://catholicexchange.com/2009/10/31/123099/].

Short Short Story Saturday

Vampire stories are the rage, it's Halloween, and I always got a small narcissistic kick out of this story. It ran in Gilbert Magazine about ten years ago . . . but the undead are timeless. Gothic Nihilism Jonathan had just finished watching The Conan O'Brien Show when the

7 Jack-o-Lanterns

More carvings

Brews You Can Use: Halloween Edition

Top Ten List Looking for scary beers? Here's a top ten list [http://www.tampabay.com/features/food/spirits/article844951.ece]. Moorhoueses' Pendle Witches Brew, Young's Old Nick, Rogue's Dead Guy, FantÃ´me's Black Ghost, Great Lakes' Nosferatu, Wychwood'

Abbreviated Thursday

With the end of football (see post immediately below), I thought my life was about to shift to leisure mode: lots of time for reading, writing, and drinking. But no: parent-teacher conferences, out-of-town seminars, Halloween festivities. The . . . (um, er) excrement never stops. Plus I'm not feeling well. I