Well, not pageviews, but image views: apparently my Flickr feed is closing in on a million views, which strikes me as weird in a number of ways. Most obviously, although I catch a striking image from time to time, that’s mostly by virtue of taking a lot of photos — I’m not a great photographer,…
From Bird to Behemoth
Just so’s you know — I haven’t given up my account on Twitter, but I’m spending more time on Mastodon.
Lo, I Will Tell You A Mystery
Who could have anticipated that all of my fifteen tutorial students this term would prefer the same times for their tute?
Magritte in Oxford
Funding the Arts
Alan Jacobs quotes a blog post by Ted Gioia concerning effective use of philanthropic funding in the arts. Gioia’s idea is that Big Arts fund more humanists (artists, writers musicians) at moderate levels (he suggests $50,000/year) as a more effective means of changing the arts climate in the US than the current megagrant lottery pool.…
Wash, Rinse…
Every few years I recall how I appreciated the typeface that was used on titling on the journal New Testament Studies until its redesign about fifteen years ago; and every few years I wonder what typeface that was; and every few years I spend a few hours tracking it down. And every few years, I…
Dinosaur Comics Used to Mean Something Else
Ryan North, once again promulgating sound hermeneutical wisdom.
Black Theologies, and According to Whom?
I haven’t gotten to the end of this essay yet, but in the first portion of the essay Dorrien has provided a readable account of Black theology in the US that’s unusually acute and sympathetic (for popular white-folks media). Regrettably, the article [so far] shows no attention to Black theology outwith the US — understandable…
No Plums, No Wheelbarrows
I’m not much on modern poetry — to be fair, I’m a reluctant reader of poetry altogether, mea culpa, mea culpa — so I almost skipped over a link from @incunabula noting that a student from Oxford (as in, ‘Oxford College, Emory University,’ not ‘the University of Oxford’) had discovered an unpublished manuscript in the…
Without Morbidity
Death seems to be on my mind lately — can’t imagine why — and one of the things about which I muse at such times involves a mixtape, a playlist of music I’d like to distribute, or disseminate via streaming services, for after (so to speak). My particular flavour of autism involves a generally stolid…
Welcome Back (Spasms) (Not Welcome)
I don’t remember the last time I had back spasms — I don’t remember any since I was working in Evanston, which would be fifteen blessed years or so, but I woke up this morning with the real thing. I took some Naproxen, and tried to run, but the jarring that accompanied each stride seemed…
Fourteen Years’ Mind
Donald G. Adam, 1935–2008.