On Correctness

When I read papers or give presentations about hermeneutics, people always ask me, ‘If you’re right and there is no intrinsic “meaning” in texts about which to be right or wrong, are all interpretations equal? Aren’t some interpretations just plain wrong? I mean, you talk about The da Vinci Code all the time as an…

Ice Ice Old Man

5°, breezy, and drizzle. This will not be fun. OK, to be fair — it wasn’t really drizzling at all. The breeze wasn’t much bother, except that I had to run north on Magdalen Road into a headwind. My body was just still tight and dead, resistant to opening up and running flat out. So…

Truth And Consequences

The pavement in our garden attracts (a) slugs, especially when wet, and (b) curled-up leaves that look like slugs, especially when wet. As a consequence, I spend a lot of my walking time, especially when it is wet, either (a) treading hypercautiously on what turn out to be curled leaves, or (b) treading incautiously on…

A Dash of November

This morning dawns — well, not quite dawn yet — 7° and dry, 93% humidity. I woke up early to allow a bit more warming-up time than I have allotted in weeks past. We will see what happens. Well, not much. I ran 10:51 — much of the mile, my muscles were resisting, and my…

Weighty Solution

It occurred to me this morning as I was trudging/running along that one way to make the experience less onerous might be to diminish the amount of useless organic matter that I carry along with me on my runs. Accordingly, I have started opting out of the daily hot breakfast at St Stephen’s House, and…

Road to Recovery

I missed two runs with a bit of a cold, and the air is fresh, and my lungs aren’t entirely clear of the residue of my affliction. Every muscle pulled tight as I ran, so that I was taking only wee baby steps. I wheezed and gasped more even than usual. I made the whole…

Catching Up

It’s raining this morning, and I’m not so incautious as to risk twisting my wobbly legs or ankles, or chance a head cold at the beginning of term, so I won’t run my mile this morning. I will, however, note my last two times: a 10:38 last Sunday, and a 10:28 on Wednesday. I’m a…

Opposite Day

This morning was very different to Sunday: dry and chilly (I should have worn my hoodie), and although the chill kept me from becoming fully limber I was not as achey and stiff this morning. 5°, 0% humidity, low pollution, and generally free motion. I’m just stout and short-winded. I did shave forty seconds off…

Into Each Life…

Rain was drizzling on me this morning as I made my sacrifice to marginal fitness — 100% humidity, though the pollution was low, breezy, 16°. About fifty steps in, I realised that this was going to be a perfunctory run, not a victory over anything: muscle tightness in my back and upper right leg, hotness…

Just Can’t

I was chatting with Danya on Twitter, about Fleabag and clergy and sex, and it occurred to me that we and our wise friend Laura could do a great job of writing a book about sex and clergy. That is just a dream, of course (at least as far as I’m concerned; Laura and Danya…