Bill on his Out of the Bloo blog copied a personal meme which basically asks the same question a few times over: what do you like to do most? He has tagged me. Now, I’m faced with a real conflict between how I think of myself and what I am. But let’s go through this:

0) What’s your name and website URL? (optional, of course)

Phil at brandywinebooks.net

1) What’s the most fun work you’ve ever done, and why? (two sentences max)

I think editing my college newspaper, though not a job, has been the most enjoyable assignment I’ve ever had. I remember feeling larger than myself, unrestrained by my hat, while walking across campus at 3:00 a.m. after finishing the week’s paper.

2) A. Name one thing you did in the past that you no longer do but wish you did? (one sentence max)

Write stories–I mean, I don’t write fiction regularly enough to say that I do it now, but that will change.

B. Name one thing you’ve always wanted to do but keep putting it off? (one sentence max)

Write stores–Ok, maybe I should choose something else: study drawing or sketching.

3) A. What two things would you most like to learn or be better at, and why? (two sentences max)

This gets at fiction writing too, but I blog instead (and complain and sometimes read). The second thing–no, it’s the first thing–I’d like to learn is loving the Lord with all of my heart, mind, and strength.

B. If you could take a class/workshop/apprentice from anyone in the world living or dead, who would it be and what would you hope to learn? (two more sentences, max)

This is a hard question, but I think I could take a chance on being Shakespeare’s apprentice. Realistically, I’d like to sit under Walter Wangerin.

4) A. What three words might your best friends or family use to describe you?

philisophical, giving, and artistic (my wife helped me with this)

B. Now list two more words you wish described you.

prolific and joyful

5) What are your top three passions? (can be current or past, work, hobbies, or causes– three sentences max)

Words and literature; honest, biblical worship for myself, family, and friends. I can’t pick a third.

6) Write and answer one more question that YOU would ask someone (with answer in three sentences max)

Name something that makes you angry? Injustice

I need to write a meme one of these days, though I doubt I could write anything better than this one on books.

Paul McCain at Cyberbrethren has asked his readers to link to his post on the release of Concordia Publishing’s new edition of Concordia: The Lutheran Confessions. There’s a special discount offer and everything.

I don’t ordinarily pass on commercial offers, but McCain is a fan of my books and a publisher too, and hard experience has taught me to ingratiate myself with publishers at every opportunity, even if they’re not my publishers.

Which, when you think about it, most of them aren’t.

Item: I got a cell phone, finally. I had one once before, a pay-as-you-go thing that cost me far more than the value I got out of it, except for the putting at ease of my mind. This one ought to be more economical. I got it through a special program with AAA, one designed for people who mainly want a phone for emergencies. I pay just ten bucks a month, but I get no free minutes. Perfect for urban hermits. The slogan could be, “This phone could save your life, even though you obviously don’t have one!”

It’s a Nokia, a bare-bones model with a black-and-white display. Probably because of its lack of frills, it’s amazingly small (or seems so to me). It’s about the size of one of those old Zippo lighters from WWII, except a little taller. Clearly the near-disappearance of cigarettes from American life has created a spiritual vacuum, a need for a Zippo-sized object to carry around in our clothes. And behold, the moment has produced the object.

And no, you can’t have the number.

Unless you’re Sissel.

Or a publisher.

I finished my combat mitten project on Sunday. This is what they look like.

Actually, I thought they were done when I took the picture, but then I decided to tighten up the stitching. All the stitching that looks like dotted lines in the picture is now solid lines. Tight seams! Redundancy! Those are my watchwords. I may end up a quivering, broken casualty, but I want the paramedics to say as they wheel me away, “Hey, this guy’s mittens are really put together!”

A lot of live steel guys use gloves instead of mittens, and I think gloves do actually look better. But mittens allow you to have your fingers unseparated as you grasp your weapon grip, and that’s not a trivial advantage. This past year I used welder’s gloves, which looked great with their gauntlet cuffs, but separated my fingers. So my new mittens are equipped with gauntlet cuffs (added by me), which also help to protect my wrists (wrist injuries are one of the most common in our sport).

The original moose hide mittens were a Christmas gift from my brother Baal.

Some guys use mittens covered with mail for live steel, but I’ve heard that that’s actually not the best system. The little rings sometimes drive themselves into the glove and break your fingers. I prefer heavy leather myself, and it’s lighter.

We have no record, literary or archaeological, of the Vikings using combat gloves of any kind, although we know the Normans were using mailed mittens not too long after. It’s hard to imagine doing this kind of fighting with no hand protection, though. Judging from the experience of live steel fighters today, you’d have to expect all the experienced Vikings to be missing a finger or two, if they fought without protection. And you can only sacrifice so many of those suckers before you’ve (literally) lost your grip.

I love photos like this one on BarunSingh.com. I love fonts and the look of words on paper and sometimes words on stuff. Not bumperstickers. Other stuff.

Previous Martian probe may have found alien life and killed it. Not that life could evolve on Mars, but this report on a theory on Martian life is too funny and true to avoid a blog link.

Just now, on his radio show, Hugh Hewitt made the following spit-take inducing statement: “That’s why I’m repeating the first hour of this program, though I don’t often do that.”

Hugh, you know what happens to little boys who tell fibs, don’t you?

By way of Paul McCain’s Cyberbrethren blog, this incredible Bible map site. Extremely cool.

Our IT guy came to my office to replace my two side-by-side computer monitors (I use two computers at work. One’s dedicated to cataloging) with a wonderful new big-screen monitor today, plus adding a nifty switch that toggles back and forth between the two, clearing one monitor’s footprint from my desk. More room for clutter!

He told me about a woman he’d talked to recently. She’d grown disillusioned with the Very Large Lutheran Church Body That Shall Remain Nameless. She’d been involved in some sort of planned giving commitment, and she’d finally come to the end of that. She sent them a final check, in the amount of $10.00.

Someone from HQ called her and asked her what the ten buck check was for.

“I’d like you to take that ten dollars and buy a Bible with it,” she told them. “I don’t think you have one up there.”

Wouldn’t it have been great if the international attention now focused on Saddam Hussein’s fate had been directed to his victims in time to save some of them?

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