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Here’s a picture of the view from my house on Saturday:

It snowed. A lot.

I bought my snow blower last year so that I wouldn’t have to spend half a day shoveling snow.

I spent half of Sunday blowing snow.

If I’d have had to shovel it, I’d probably still be at it out there.

Seventeen inches, I’m told. The fifth highest snow accumulation in a single event since records have been kept in Minnesota.

The logistics of my snow blowing system are complex, and high snow levels only complicate them.

Because much of my driveway is sandwiched between my house and my neighbor’s (with little or no yard as a buffer), there are stretches where I have to throw the snow either in front of me, where I haven’t cleared it yet, or behind me.

After a normal snowfall, I usually throw that snow into the “to do” area, so I don’t have to go over the same ground twice.

But after a heavy fall, where the snow is, say, five inches higher than the intake on my snow blower (as was the case Sunday morning), the only sane choice is to throw that snow into the “already done” area. Because the snow ahead of me was already higher than my machine was designed for.

So once I’d done it all once, I had to go over it again, to clean up the backblow.

But once it was done, I surveyed my work in the sunlight and found it good.

And then went inside and lay down.

Here’s a beautiful book to page through.



Claudius Ptolemaeus , Cosmographia , Jacobus Angelus interpres
Source: Bibliothèque nationale de France

Link to the gallery here.

The Glastonbury Thorn before the infamy



Big—and shocking—news in the world of legend and fantasy today. The Glastonbury Thorn, which according to legend was planted by Joseph of Arimathea himself, has been cut down by vandals. Various motives have been suggested. The second most shocking thing in the article, to me, is that apparently the tree enjoyed no legal protection whatever, and even if those responsible are identified, nothing is likely to happen to them.

Who knew the only legal act left in hyper-regulated England is to destroy a national treasure?

The legend of the thorn is that Joseph of Arimathea (identified as the uncle of Jesus) was a tin merchant who voyaged frequently to England (bringing Jesus with him once; hence the hymn “England’s Mountains Green”). While there he thrust his thorn staff into the earth one day, and it budded like Aaron’s rod and took root. For centuries it was revered by pilgrims to Glastonbury (a famous Arthurian site), until Oliver Cromwell’s men chopped it down. But the roots were saved, and nurtured by the faithful. The tree which stood there till now was cultivated from one of those roots. One hopes the same sort of thing can be done again.

What’s intriguing is that the Glastonbury thorn is indeed an exotic. It’s not a native English tree. It’s been identified as a Middle Eastern variety.

Jonathan D. Fitzgerald has an article criticizing Pastor Mark Discoll called “Disengage Culture.” He makes a good point about what culture is and how it’s odd for Christians to talk about engaging it, as if it were something outside of us. An interesting discussion has come up in the comments.

What breaks my heart is that we always forget. Always. I’m not calling for vengeance against the Japanese. Just some notice. Just some honor for the dead, for all they lost.