Homilo-Rama

Tripp points to recent sermons by Susie and Rev Ref, and I (in turn) have to link to Jane’s sermon from chapel yesterday. It’s a remarkable bunch of sisters and brothers among whom I’m honored to serve. As for me, I realized that the sermon I have in the can, as it were, is not…

Sneaking Up

As it turns out, I’m preaching tomorrow at the feast of Hugh of Lincoln. I’ve drawn Hugh before in the rota, so I have a sermon in a file that only the faculty might remember (and not all of them). But because I have a stubborn streak, and do feel as though I ought not…

Greetings and Apologies

Welcome to the shambles! Especially, welcome to visitors who may have come here from having listened to David Weinberger talk about this page in his talk at the Library of Congress on CSPAN. It’s not usually hand-coded here; this Saturday, I ill-advisedly decided that I should upgrade my Moveable Type installation on my own, without…

More Delighted Than Amused

Dorothea’s in danger of landing a gig that entails entering some polytonic Greek (Modern Greek does fine with a greatly-simplifed system of accents compared to classical-Hellenistic Greek; “polytonic” refers to the fully-accented text that classical texts rely on). Of course, I’m pleased — the more polytonic Greek in the world, the happier I am —…

You Know Me

For those who find my persona wearisomely, hyperbolically solemn — and justly so; I take everything too seriously — I offer the following morning scene.   Picture a tall but, ahem, padded middle-aged guy down in the basement pedalling furiously on his stationary bike, perspiring copiously, reading a monograph about the “Gospel of Peter,” singing…

Not A Post

I should have blogged today — technically, I had time and everything — but I didn’t even though I owe responses on the Druid clergy dust-up, Dave “used to be Time’s Shadow, now Groundhog Day, but not Connect & Empower-Music Alert” Rogers’s blog about the politics of “life,” and the Cobb County creationism brouhaha.  …

Happy Martinmas, Unexpectedly

My colleague Paula had a last-minute appointment come up, so I’m suybbing for her at tonight’s Community Eucharist in commemoration of St. Martin of Tours. I haven’t had much time to mull things over, but will clutch at a few homiletical straws from the neighborhood of Matthew 25:34-40, Isaiah 58:6-12, and Psalm 15. I’ll post…

Why MacIntyre?

As I was clearing a spate of uninvited comments today — yes, I should get around to the MT upgrade, who has time to do that as carefully as I would need to? — Margaret pointed out that seventy-two of these messages ended up appended to my post that linked to Alasdair MacIntyre’s essay on…

Where Are They Now?

For the past six weeks or so, I’ve been keeping my eyes open at the grocery store for a cup of banana yogurt. They’ve had strawberry-banana pretty regularly, and countless exotic new flavors such as key lime pie and strawberry shortcake, but no plain old banana.   I don’t even remember how banana yogurt tastes…

Visit From Athena

   Visit From Athena Originally uploaded by AKMA. I was marking some papers tonight when what to my wondering eyes should appear but a ten-year-old goddess of wisdom, with her familiar owl. What wisdom tries to evaluate essays on Arianism when it might gaze in adoration at such regal beauty? Specially when she’s your daughter.…

Strike Me Red!

Tom Matrullo calls our attention to the most extraordinary success that the Republican ticket attained in Florida — or, more precisely, in those counties in which the votes were tallied by optical scanners (not touch-screen devices). Isn’t that an amazing bit of luck for Bush!