It was a beautiful day. Nearly 70°. This is the end of that sort of thing, of course. It’s like when your girlfriend dresses up real pretty and wears her most expensive perfume so she can tell you it’s over; she’s met a Belgian graduate student who truly understands her needs. Not that that’s ever happened to me. I never did that well with a girl.

It occurs to me that I haven’t mentioned the New York C. S. Lewis Society here yet. No, that’s not true. I’ve mentioned it, but I don’t think I’ve linked to its site. So here’s the link. You don’t have to reside in Manhattan or its environs to be a member—me, I’ve been on the rolls since the early ’70s, and I’ve never been to a meeting. But they publish a monthly newsletter that’s very professionally done and well worth reading, if you’re the kind of person who wants to know just everything about Lewis. Which I am.

Our frequent commenter Dale Nelson is a regular writer for the journal, specializing in pieces about the books Lewis read and their possible influences on his work.

Consider this my unsolicited endorsement.

If there’s anyone out there who doesn’t believe there’s a God—consider this.

There’s only one big network not broadcasting Barack Obama’s infomercial tonight.

That network is ABC. They’re airing their usual program—“Pushing Daisies.”

That means that when I avoid Obama’s state of the art ego trip (paid for as it was by thousands of teeny little individual contributions from ordinary Americans named Mickey Mouse and Ben Dover) I get to watch the most entertaining show on TV. And millions of Americans who haven’t yet been absorbed by the Hive will get to discover it.

Surely this will lead to national renewal.



Here’s a poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. that I memorized years ago. I consider it a perfect thing of its kind. (The version printed on Henry Ward Beecher’s Wikipedia page is less perfect, in my opinion, so I’ll transcribe it here as I remember it):

Said a great Congregational preacher

To a hen, “You’re a beautiful creature!”

And the hen—just for that—

Laid an egg in his hat.

And thus did the hen reward Beecher.

It seems to me that anyone who had the talent and cleverness to write that single verse would have no alternative to being blissfully happy forever.

Ah me. I haven’t got much tonight. But I figure you probably gave up on last night’s long post half-way through. So just go back and finish it. I’ll wait.

Meanwhile, I share this link to a trailer for an independent movie that looks very much like a straight-to-DVD deal. It’s about Vikings. I only know about it because they took out a full-page ad in the last Sons of Norway magazine.

I can’t find any information on the site about how to order the thing, but I have the addresses if you want them. I can send them to you if you e-mail me.

Personally I think I’ll pass it by. I can smell the cheese, even through my computer monitor. Continue reading Vikings and global peace →

Associated Press reports the arrest of two skinheads who planned to go on a killing spree, targeting black people, and finally to assassinate Barack Obama, wearing white tuxedos and top hats.

Way to demonstrate the old racial superiority, there, guys.