Monthly Archives: December 2009

It’s been a long time, but back in olden days readers used to tax me (as the representative of the category “postmodernists”) for the impenetrable language that “postmodernists” deploy. I used to respond that complicated, counter-intuitive ideas usually require more … Continue reading →

Gosh, thanks a lot: Margaret and I are flying from Detroit to Amsterdam tomorrow as part of our trip to Glasgow. Guess we’ll be leaving Ypsi for Chicago extra extra early. “In seats for an hour before landing, with no … Continue reading →

This morning, Margaret, Pippa, and I catch a ride from Josiah and head out to O’Hare Airport where (contrary to what one might expect) we will not get a plane flight, but rather will rent a car to drive to … Continue reading →

I’m still operating on Glasgow time, alas; I wake at about 5 AM, and become insurmountably drowsy at about 9 PM. I mention this because our family plans on attending two Christmas Eve services this year, the earlier of which … Continue reading →

The other day, Si noted the correlation between my current address (on one hand) and the They Might Be Giants favorite from their Flood album — characterizing me as “Partickhill Man, Partickhill Man.” True enough, and clever indeed — but … Continue reading →

I had been getting along pretty well with my left shoulder, almost to the point of thinking that whatever had bothered it during the summer had resolved itself and gone away. Then came last weekend’s shopping extravaganza, and my packing … Continue reading →

First, I finally finished the raw draft of my presentation at the SBL meeting, “C’Mon Save Your Soul Tonight.” It’s still mutable; I expect to make significant changes and additions, so by all means help yourselves to offer feedback in … Continue reading →

For the sake of any reader who has said to her- or himself, “I wonder what it’s like to attend church when that guy’s preaching,” and for the sake of the kind folks who have said they miss seeing me … Continue reading →

I went out for my Saturday Morning Treat (professionally-made coffee and a carbohydrate-and-fat bomb of one sort or another), and while I traversed the streets of the West End, the Spirit of St Nicholas fell upon me, and lo! I … Continue reading →

I continue to be amazed, astounded, dumbfounded — I should know better by now, but I seem incapable of adjusting my hopes — dumbfounded by the proportion of human beings who cannot imagine that their perspective and experience are normative … Continue reading →