Is That Your Final Answer?

The jury reached a decision this afternoon after deliberating for an hour and a half, or so. I have a lot to say about the experience, but would rather touch on salient points at unpredictable intervals, or drone on over coffee or beer, than compile a long-winded narrative of the trial that has been fulfilled…

How Would We Know

I’ve been surveying the usual suspects, web sites that comment on the present unhappy controversies in the Episcopal Church/Anglican Communion. Although I respect and sympathize with Archbishop Rowan Williams, I have the sinking feeling that his hopeful outlook may not be as well-founded as he seems to think.* I wish I thought we Anglicans could…

Soundtrack

I usually give myself a free pass on exercising on Sunday. Getting out the door to church is complicated enough even without an additional allotment of a half hour, and I can easily and piously enough rationalize the day of rest. But this morning I reckoned that I might miss exercise either Monday or Tuesday…

Greatness

Last night’s performance of Twelfth Night went swimmingly. more than a dozen partisans of Si’s Malvolio showed up (including Jane, Bruce, Carolyn, Kyle, Heather, Sky, Susie, Laurel, Beth, Nick, Myra, David, Monica, Emily, and of course Pippa and me), and the Thin Ice Theater rewarded us with a delightful evening’s entertainment. (Further photographic evidence at…

Those Were The Days

This post from Doc reminded me of my old days in the Taylor Allderdice Bowling League (at Forward Lanes, whose “late ’50s, early ’60s decor” probably just means they never redecorated), when I was captain of the Centipedes. I had a classic old bowling ball, a kind that it looks as though they don’t even…

I’m Only Sleeping

Or “seeping,” as college roommate Matt Pappathan used to insist John was singing. This morning at 4:05 (I remember the announced time vividly), Philippa knocked on the bedroom door to advise me that Beatrice was yapping downstairs, making it hard for her (Pippa) to sleep. (It probably was hard for Bea to sleep, too, but…

Lyrics and Pop-Ups

Is there an online source for lyrics devoid of obnoxious, obtrusive pop-up ads? So that, if I wanted to link to a song lyric, I could rely on pointing people to a site that wouldn’t try to take over their browser? I use browsers that [try to] filter out pop-ups, and others should, too —…

Maybe I’m Amazed

No, definitely I’m amazed. I was impaneled; hence, I can’t say anything else relative to my experience until the case is concluded next week (God willing). But I’m utterly astonished.

Goes With The Job

One of the responsibilities of the Greek professor at Seabury involves the perpetual translation of an inscription on one of the seminary common-room fireplaces. Yesterday in our Greek study group, Beth and Jane asked me about it again: Ηθος Ανθρωπος Δαιμων, (Ethos Anthropos Daimon). I hadn’t done the background work on the quotation before —…

The Suspense

I’m heading out for jury duty thus morning, with mixed feelings. On one hand, I understand the importance of all citizens serving in this capacity; on the other, I sure hope they don’t call me for a long trial, just now when I’ve got sole responsibility for Pippa and Si, it’s the end of the…