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Eric Scheske

From the Notebooks

The crazy season is officially upon me: two boys in baseball (same team, thankfully), JV soccer, 8-year-old soccer, 5-year-old soccer, track, piano, dance, end-of-school-year stuff . . . and that little thing I call "my job." I'll have to lean on my

Feature Essay

The Cell Phone Imbroglio An interesting thing happened at my local high school on Friday. The senior class organized a school-wide prank: the students programmed their cell phone alarms to go off at 10:30. Because cell phones are supposed to be kept in lockers during class, this would

Something for Sunday Morning

"Every action of Christ contains a lesson for us." St. Thomas Aquinas

Brews You Can Use

B is for Beer A new children's book about beer [http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0061687278/thedailyeudem-20] (inspired by this cartoon [http://www.cartoonbank.com/product_details.asp?sitetype=2&sid=123571&pid=1003&did=4] ). Actually, it's a children&

He Turns 16

My eldest, Alex, turns 16 today. I resolved to stop sending extensive birthday greetings to loved ones through my blog because it was getting too much of a hassle, plus I forgot once or twice, which made things uncomfortable when I came to bed at night (heh heh). But I&

Mini-Book Reviews

Some new, some old. Some in progress, some finished. Some repeats, some originals. Greatest Essayist Alive If you haven't read a collection of Joseph Epstein essays, you're unenlightened or you've been deprived or you have a life outside of literary pursuits. Hopefully, the latter,

Entertainment Wednesday

Not So Rotten Caine Ever since his performance in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dirty_Rotten_Scoundrels_(film)] with Steve Martin, I've liked Michael Caine [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Caine]. I'll probably hear at some point that he's a

Dalrymple to Pandemics

Dalrymple Sighting Aye, at times my ignorance surprises even me. Dalrymple has written a great little book review/essay [http://www.city-journal.org/2009/bc0427td.html] about an author whose name doesn't even ring a bell: Paul Hollander, a man who "is not one of those

Risk Taking

Rage in the Manhattan Cage I saw a piece from New York Magazine making cyberwaves last week, but I decided not to post about it until I had a chance to read it. I read it during my nephew's baseball game on Saturday: The Wail of the 1%

Something for Sunday Morning

"Pride is utter poverty of soul disguised as riches, imaginary light where in fact there is darkness." John Climacus