Consuming – Musing

This is the kind of question people love to debate, so let me tap the collective strong opinions of the web. If — and I emphasize the word “if,” because tax refunds and financial aid decisions and medical bills and so on will make a big difference — if I were to look into buying…

Well Begun

This morning as I was bicycling along the three-mile stretch of imagined highway that constitutes my morning exercycle routine, I realized that the “it is finished” sermon I was trying to force out for tomorrow wasn’t going to fly, but I had what I hope turns out to be a better idea. It involves the…

Bless Me, Author

Let me be first in Blogaria to congratulate Steve Himmer for a successful defense of his thesis! We’re all looking forward to reading it in hardback. . . . I wish I could offer him a wonderful story for this occasion, but prayers and prompt congratulations will have to do for now. Cheers to Steve…

Under My Cassock

Micah sent me to the site for this t-shirt yesterday, which reminded me of this t-shirt that I wish I’d have thought up (and its related blog), and digging around for the link to Micah’s link brought me to this one. Meanwhile, as I say Mass this morning, I’ll be holding Steve in prayer, and…

Wait, Wait

If there ever was a story destined to ornament the weekend NPR news quiz, this must be it. Margaret has been sending me snippets (“ ‘Our insides were just bubbling,’ said Darlene Turner”) and updates all morning. She wonders, does Accordion Guy have a line on this one?

Plagues, Houses

I’m getting mightily sick of both the intolerance of ambiguity and the celebration of ambiguity. Ambiguity pertains to our human condition. Repudiate it, and it will show you a presumptuous braggart; revel in it, and it will demonstrate your fatuousness. Our job is to discern how to make affirmations in a world of ambiguity, how…

Analogy

I know they don’t rely on analogies in the new SAT, so maybe there’ something retro about my wondering, but — is David to Israel as Arthur to Britain?

Term Time

Yesterday I blogged out a week’s worth of notions, which is sort of a shame, since today classes resumed at Seabury. I’m both weary and dazed, which is hardly justifiable since I didn’t have any classes today. But Margaret left yesterday, and Duke won, and I could prolong my sense of denial that classes would…

Speaking of Change

Church should be the place we learn how to change. Not, “avoid change” — that’s a futile striving for a timelessness that characterizes only God. Neither, therefore, does it mean “we need to learn the capacity to change,” since we’re always already changing anyway. Not, “celebrate change” — that’s pointless. The canard about “change” manifesting…

A Toast

I was going to let the boy tell you himself, but since he’s humbly kept quiet about his news, I’ll boast on his behalf: the one institution of higher education that has admitted him so far (none have rejected him) just offered Si a merit scholarship based on his prospects as a leader in academic…

Growing Up

Reminiscence has been the coin of the realm around the neighborhood lately. People have remembered UBlog fondly (I’d still like to consolidate all that with a dedicated web page, downloadable diploma, and so on); people have recalled the old conversations we used to have, batting ideas around like party balloons; people have reminded everyone how…

Basketball Report

My Chicago and Albuquerque brackets are a total mess (in part because I was relying on Wake Forest — ahem, Ryan — and Georgia Tech to hold up the ACC’s pride). I can’t blame anyone else for my Chicago bracket; I picked BC to go all the way to the finals. But in the single…