Pickard, M.D.

I find that watching the unfolding of “Depression II: The Global Meltdown” is a little like watching House M.D. Teams of highly-credentialed experts offer proposed diagnoses, each of which appears plausible as long as the expert is talking. I don’t know nearly enough to evaluate whose ideas best fit the circumstances, but I watch with…

I-nited?

I’m theologian, not an airline executive, but if it were my job to rescue a struggling airline, I think I’d not nickel-and-dime customers, but would try to impress them and earn their loyalty and appreciation. I guess that shows how little I understand about the airline industry.   Later: we’re sitting on the plane at…

Instead Of Working On A Sermon

I’m imagining a campaign ad wherein Barack Obama emphatically repeats his charge that the McCain ticket represents nothing faintly resembling change, after which he looks straight to the camera and concludes, “As John McCain said about Hilary Clinton’s health care plan, ‘They put some lipstick on the pig, but it’s still a pig.’ ”

We

A few weeks back, David pointed to We magazine, an online enterprise that includes webcasting and print versions of their periodical — all in all, a very cool thing, and I really meant to link to them right when David called my attention to them.   My apologetic tone derives from the fact that after…

Scott? Scott?

I was chatting with Beth this afternoon about my lightning visit to Austria, and our conversation reminded me of my respectful-but-oh-so-rusty efforts to communicate in German to the inhabitants of Linz. At first, I was perplexed by their habit of addressing me as “Scott” — till I remembered that this was “ ’S Gott,” short…

Cautiously Ready

Margaret picked me up at the airport yesterday afternoon, and brought me directly to the Hall-Utz house where dinner was a-making. I had the opportunity to catch up with John and Rachel and Amy Laura, and the high vitality level of that family kept me wide awake until nearly twenty-four hours after the alarm had…

Home Safely

All travel arrangements went uneventfully (it’s amazing how efficient and understated European airport security is compared with U.S. and U.K. airport security). The trick will be seeing how I sleep tonight and whether I konk out in the middle of tomorrow’s Gospel of John class

Goodbye, Linz

What sounds like Polyphonic Spree performing a piece by Philip Glass written in German, performing on a barge, hyperamplified, with fireworks and a light show, for an audience of about 150,000? Evidently, the answer is Herzfluss, which was going on right outside my window, I mean immediately outside my window last night as I was…