Category Archives: Blogs, Socials

Don’t Call Me Stoopeed

I meant to link to this earlier. Britannica has coordinated a talk on whether The Internet (pause for silent reverence) is ruining our concentration. I’m willing to see this as a possibility. I know I scan a lot. I glance; I skim. I don’t blame the Internet for it.

Orwell to Begin Blogging Tomorrow

The Diary Junction provides a sample of what we can anticipate from George Orwell’s blog:

From 13 February 1936: ‘Housing conditions in Wigan terrible. Mrs H tells me that at her brother’s house (he is only 25, so I think he must be her half-brother, but he has already a child of 8), 11 people, five of them adults, belonging to 3 different families, live in 4 rooms, ‘2 up 2 down’. All the miners I meet have either had serious accidents themselves or have friends or relatives who have. Mrs H’s cousin had his back broken by a fall of rock – ‘And he lingered seven year afore he dies and it were a-punishing of him all the while’ – and her brother-in-law fell 1200 feet down the shaft of a new pit. Apparently he bounced from side to side, so was presumably dead before he got to the bottom. Mrs H adds: ‘They wouldn’t never have collected t’pieces only he were wearing a new suit of oilskins.’

Dirty Harry reviews Klavan’s latest

Dirty Harry reviews Andrew Klavan’s new thriller, Empire of Lies, today.

I tried to order it online myself (not even waiting for the paperback, which is a big decision for me). The problem is, I do my online buying from Barnes & Noble, and they don’t stock the book. Only the audio book.

Hmm, you don’t suppose there’s a political consideration involved, do you?

Blog self-destruction

Movies fascinate me. I rarely actually go out and spend a double sawbuck to see one, you understand, but I’m always interested in what’s being made, who’s making it, who’s in it, and what it’s about. Regular readers will have already noted that I write about movies quite a lot on this book blog, even though we don’t even have a Movies category.

So for a long time, one of my must-read daily blogs has been Libertas. Started by Jason Apuzzo of the conservative Liberty Film Festival and his wife Govindini, Libertas passed, for the last couple years and up until very recently, into the stewardship of an independent director who called himself “Dirty Harry.” I liked the blog even better under Harry, who admits to being a Christian, and therefore (until a few weeks ago) kept his identity secret for fear of blacklisting.

Then he suddenly disappeared from Libertas, and Apuzzo returned. It was unclear for a while what had happened, but it finally was explained that Dirty Harry was gone, Apuzzo was back, and Dirty Harry was now blogging over at Dirty Harry’s Place. Which I accordingly bookmarked. I then followed both blogs.

No details were given, but clearly there’d been a falling out.

Today Apuzzo announces that Libertas is going on hiatus for the summer.

Excuse me?



Phil, if we ever decide to drive a stake through this blog’s heart, that would probably be a pretty good template to follow.

Once On My Way to the Blog

Things I’ve learned from blogging. Bill says he doesn’t worry about being cool any more, but that’s because he is cool. Cool people don’t worry about what’s cool. They just do it. (cue music – bom chicom chicom, bom chicom)

What Would Thomas Blog?

Will is blogging Aquinas now.

The further conclusion is evident that God is eternal. For everything that begins to be or that ceases to be, is affected in this way through motion or change. But we have just shown that God is absolutely immobile. Consequently He is eternal.

That’s what Thomas would blog, if he had been so blessed. I’ll stop before I get sacrilegious.

Seven Basic Blog Posts

Alt Text: Video, a simple explanation of the meta-narrative behind, above, throughout, whatever, all blog posts. Lore Sjoberg explains. (I also enjoyed his highly intellectual analysis of The Incredible Hulk in this video called, “The Alternative Hulk.” What if Bruce Banner morphed into the Hulk when he had other emotions–not anger, but something else? “Don’t make me curious,” Bruce says. “You wouldn’t like me when I’m curious.”)