Walking the walk again

It’s a highlight of the spring every year—my first constitutional walk down by Crystal Lake. It was too warm at the beginning for the sweatshirt and cap I wore, but I was glad I had them when I got down by the water. Spring isn’t actually spronging yet—we haven’t gotten enough rain—but the sun was shining, the air was mild, and it all made even Hugh Hewitt’s relentless optimism on the radio seem not entirely delusional.

What else is going on? We’re near finalizing the cover for the new book. I think. It will not, as I’d been given to understand earlier, resemble the cover of The Year of the Warrior in any way. They fired that artist. The new guy has put together a yellow-dominated cover with a misty Viking ship under sail in the center, and the title done in an Anglo-Saxon/Book of Kells sort of font. My name will be in a runic font, which is just fine.

I’ll keep you posted as the process crawls on.

You Too May Be a Right-Wing Extremist

Man paying bills

As Lars pointed out yesterday, today could be dangerous. In fact, you could be a danger to yourself and the entire country without even knowing it. I’m not talking about being a carrier for a disease or a polluter. Friends, I’m talking about right-wingism.

The Federal Government, may it live forever, has raised the warning we all should heed. “Rightwing extremist activity,” as defined by the Feds, could be in your city; it could be in your heart. The Homeland Security Office of Intelligence and Analysis (DHS/I&A) has issued a report saying that while they have no evidence of an impending threat any in our country, “rightwing extremists may be gaining new recruits by playing on their fears about several emergent issues. The economic downturn and the election of the first African American president present unique drivers for rightwing radicalization and recruitment.”

Now before you start shaking your head, saying you may be conservative, you may agree with Rush Limbaugh and Victor Davis Hanson, but you aren’t an extremist by any stretch, let me quote the report from the DHS/I&A: Continue reading You Too May Be a Right-Wing Extremist

Library book returned, 145 years overdue

A book stolen from the Washington College library by a Union soldier in 1864 has been returned by a descendant of the pilferer.

A note Gates inscribed in the book reads: “This book was taken from the Military Institute at Lexington Virginia in June 1864 when General Hunter was on his Lynchburg raid. The Institution was burned by the order of Gen. Hunter. The remains of Gen. Stonewall Jackson rest in the cemetery at this place.”

The rest is here.

Speaking as a librarian, when a book’s been gone a few years, I’m just glad to get it back without quibbling about fines.

When the Writer Gets in the Way

Frank links to short story blogger Charles May, who reviews a book by Robert Boswell in a post called, “Robert Boswell, Heyday of the Insensitive Bastards and The Half-Known World.” Charles notes that author Boswell teaches writing and that fact seems to come through in this book of stories.

In the story “A Sketch of Highway on the Nap of a Mountain,” Boswell uses the point of view of a woman who seems to have had a stroke, or maybe she is just a modern Mrs. Malaprop” who makes numerous language errors, such as “I get irrigated with my life,” “He begins happily dissembling our past,” “I’m at the car, divulging a black boom box.”

They are funny, and Boswell seems to be having a great time inventing them, but the story seems to be mainly an excuse for demonstrating his cleverness in inventing them.

‘Another Galaxy Photo’ or ‘God Is Awesome’

Hand of God NebulaThis is a pulsar named PSR B1509-58. Here’s a larger photo, taken by Nasa’s Chandra observatory in orbit. Matthew Moore writes, “Although the pulsar itself is only 12 miles in diameter, the cloud or nebula that it produces stretches across 150 light years of space. Neutron stars are created when standard stars run out of fuel and collapse, and Nasa believes that the one pictured is rotating around seven times a second.” The redness for which the hand is reaching is a neighboring gas cloud. Space is beautiful. What a wonder God has made.

A. N. Wilson’s re-conversion, plus some uncharitable moralizing from me

Our friend Rev. Paul T. McCain, Publisher at Concordia Publishing House, directs our attention to this article about novelist, biographer and former atheist A. N. Wilson, who has now embraced faith (of some sort; it seems a little vague) again.

I first became aware of Wilson some years back, when he published a critically acclaimed biography of C. S. Lewis. Fans of Lewis, and people who actually knew the man, were less enthusiastic. It was reported in the Bulletin of the New York C. S. Lewis Society that Lewis’ stepson Douglas Gresham was considering suing Wilson on behalf of the estate.

As it turned out, Wilson was losing his Christian faith precisely during the period when he was writing that book. And now he’s got it back. Continue reading A. N. Wilson’s re-conversion, plus some uncharitable moralizing from me

From fairest creatures we desire increase

From fairest creatures we desire increase

That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,

But as the riper should by time decease,

His tender heir might bear his memory:

But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,

Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,

Making a famine where abundance lies,

Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament

And only herald to the gaudy spring,

Within thine own bud buriest thy content,

And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding.

Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.

Shakespeare’s Sonnet 1

My deliverance is at hand!

Scientists have developed a chocolate inhaler–pure chocolate taste with no calories, according to the designers.

Best not to stand between me and the counter when this comes on the market.

(Tip: Conservative Grapevine.)

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