Convergence

I was pushing the sash of the window back up yesterday, and the windowshade fell down squarely on the bridge of my nose. I now have an angry red bruise on my nose, and it hurts. I’m just saying. Now, to the point. This week has drawn together a variety of my interests. I’ll be…

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When power meets resistance, the step that seems most logical, or obvious, or necessary usually entails amplifying the coercive force that power can bring against the resistance. History suggests that this tactic doesn’t succeed well enough to justify its status as “necessary,” or “obvious,” or even “logical.” I’m not thinking about Iraq, or Star Wars…

Training Loaf

Last night Pippa made pita sandwiches for us. We had to shop for groceries to prepare for the feast, and we chose a brand of pitas with which we were hitherto unfamiliar. As she chopped vegetables, crumbled feta, mixed herbs, and toasted pitas, I heard her say, “Hunh!” I inquired as to the cause of…

What’s Wrong

Let me illustrate one aspect of the problem with the current hysteria over DRM. Tonight Pippa was telling me about Dreamgirls, which she saw with Jennifer and Mile over the break. She commented on the incident in which white artists cover [awkwardly] the Dreamgirls’ hit record, and I pointed out the SNL sketch in which…

Score!

Heather sent me the following link to a Fantasy Church League, awarding points for various features of Sunday morning worship. There’s no percentage in fussing over the details of allotting points — but I can’t resist. For instance, the “Number of Bible translations used in the sermon:” category rewards using one translation at a 10-to-1…

Fashionista

Margaret and I gave one another a copy of Paula Poundstone’s book, There’s Nothing in This Book That I Meant to Say for Christmas. She tickles us when she appears on Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me, and we went to see her stand-up show last New Year’s Eve. I was reading from it last night…

Baseline

Our home is back to two; I just dropped Jennifer and Margaret at the El, on their way to Midway. It doesn’t get easier to say goodbye — even as the home schedule will be more predictable. A word of advice: Monolingual sounds like a terrific application, but there’s a serious risk that you’ll end…

For Your Gift-Giving Consideration

I’m basking in the delight of holiday bounty — what a fantastic family! — and among the items that recently took up residence among us here, I wanted to point out three particularly neat books. Margaret and I picked up The Timechart History of the World for the family; I wish I could use it…

Returns, Diminishing

The household population is shrinking again. Nate left Saturday; Si left for a week on Sunday (he’ll be back for another two weeks in a while); Mile left yesterday; Jennifer and Margaret leave tomorrow. It’s been an intense interval; eight people make a whole lot more dishes than two, especially when you throw in higher-profile…

For My Students

I received an email notice yesterday that the latest version of Greek morphological/lexical tool Kalós has been released. Kalós does a job one wished one didn’t need, and does it very well: it analyzes forms to give the parsing information (full information for nouns, adjectives, pronouns, and verbs – including participles), with simple glosses. It’s…

No, Really Last Words

About ten days ago, I pointed to a posting of Derrida’s last words. Margaret called my attention, this morning, to the epigraph to John Caputo’s The Weakness of God: Mes amis, je vous remercie d’être venus. Je vous remercie pour la chance de votre amitié. Ne pleurez pas: souriez comme je vous aurais souri. Je…