Gioia, Greenwood in the NEA

Singer Lee Greenwood has been appointed to serve a six-year term in National Endowment for the Arts council. Also NEA Chairman Dana Gioia is leaving his post in January to return to writing. He will also be a director in the Aspen Institute.

“It has been a thrilling experience to help rebuild a great American institution,” said Gioia. “We have created a new national consensus on the importance of public support for the arts and arts education. Six years ago that would have seemed unlikely.”

“I announce my departure with mixed feelings,” he added. “I will never have a more interesting job. But I am a writer. If I don’t return to poetry soon, the Muse will never have me back.”

Amazon Sunday Review Roundup

Omnivoracious has a survey of printed reviews which ran on Sunday in some of the bigger newspapers still in print. Note this one by Roger Scruton on Everyday Drinking by Kingsley Amis, which could be helpful to your holiday conversation: “The books were written between 1971 and 1984; as a guide to prices, availability and so on, they are therefore entirely out of date. But who cares? Each chapter is packed with observations that, in their utter disregard for political correctness, social inclusiveness and phoney compassion, are as punchy and uplifting as the vile cocktails they describe.”

(via Instapundit)

License to judge

There’s a new TV series on CBS called “The Mentalist.” It’s about a guy who used to be a fraudulent TV psychic. He made the mistake of publicly taunting a serial killer, who then murdered his wife and daughter. This led him to throw over the psychic business and become a consultant with the California Bureau of Investigation. He uses the observational tricks he learned in his act to read people’s behavioral clues, and (sometimes) to manipulate them.

I watch the show because it’s on after “Criminal Minds” (a series with some similarities). I like it OK, but it has a number of flaws. The characters, in particular, are all over the map. There’s an Asian cop who was first introduced as a socially-challenged jerk, and then he suddenly wasn’t anymore. It would have been more interesting, it seems to me, if they’d developed that (I do have to give him credit, however, for doing the best imitation of Jack Webb I’ve seen in years). And the hero’s methods seem to me too successful, too pat. Continue reading License to judge

What Did the Pilgrims Eat?

Was wild turkey the main meat at the first Thanksgiving (which btw would giving thanks to the Lord God Almighty for preserving their lives in a hostile wilderness)? Penny Colman, author of Thanksgiving: The True Story, says they ate copious amounts of seafood. “The only firsthand report mentions deer and many fowl. The fowl could have been ducks, geese, ruffed grouse, bobwhites, heath hens and passenger pigeons.”

And what about that “first” part? Did the pilgrims celebrate the first Thanksgiving in the New World? “(On) May 29, 1541, Francisco Vasquez de Coronado’s expedition, to Palo Duro Canyon, celebrated a Thanksgiving Mass to mark finding food and shelter after a harrowing journey,” she said. There was a similar thanksgiving mass conducted Sept. 8, 1565, in St. Augustine, Florida, as I recall. But did the Spanish go on to found this country? I don’t think so.

Puritans: So Little Leavening

(Here’s a pretentious Thanksgiving post designed to change our blog personality rating.)

Regardless what you believe about the American Puritans who helped lead the way to making this country the worst narcissistic cesspool of jingoistic bubbas the world has ever known, I think we can all agree that the Puritans of early America were whack-jobs. I quote the truth for you as written by Vernon L. Parrington, A.M., Professor of English in the University of Washington, in The Cambridge History of English and American Literature (which is about a century old now, so read in awe):

No other phase of Anglo-Saxon civilization seems so singularly remote from every-day reality, so little leavened by natural human impulses and promptings. Certain generations of Englishmen, seemingly for no sufficient reason, yielded their intellects to a rigid system of dogmatic theology, and surrendered their freedom to the letter of the Hebrew Scriptures; and in endeavouring to conform their institutions as well as their daily actions to self-imposed authorities, they produced a social order that fills with amazement other generations of Englishmen who have broken with that order. Strange, perverted, scarce intelligible beings those old Puritans seem to us—mere crabbed theologians disputing endlessly over Calvinistic dogma, or chilling the marrow of honest men and women with their tales of hell-fire.

Coincidentally, I read this during a time when I feel a stronger ache of the pain in that leavening of natural impulses, and Parrington appears to know nothing of my struggle.

Our Secret Masters revealed

OK, here’s the thing.

Via Mirabilis, I find this little internet test thingie, which analyzes your blog and tells you where it scores on the Myers Briggs personality scale.

So I run our URL through the rollers.

And how do we come out?

ESTP – The Doers

The active and play-ful type. They are especially attuned to people and things around them and often full of energy, talking, joking and engaging in physical out-door activities.

The Doers are happiest with action-filled work which craves their full attention and focus. They might be very impulsive and more keen on starting something new than following it through. They might have a problem with sitting still or remaining inactive for any period of time.

My question(s) is (are), does that sound like Phil?

Does that sound like me?

The only possible conclusion I can draw is that this blog is secretly being run by the Illuminati (who are well known ESTP types).

This Morning, I Woke and Sang

“When I can read my title clear to mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to every fear, and wipe my weeping eyes.

“Should earth against my soul engage, and hellish darts be hurled,

Then I can smile at Satan’s rage, and face a frowning world.

“Let cares, like a wild deluge come, and storms of sorrow fall!

May I but safely reach my home, my God, my heav’n, my All.” (Issac Watts)

“On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,

And cast a wishful eye

To Canaan’s fair and happy land,

Where my possessions lie.

“O’er all those wide extended plains

Shines one eternal day;

There God the Son forever reigns,

And scatters night away.

“No chilling winds or poisonous breath

Can reach that healthful shore;

Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,

Are felt and feared no more.” (Samuel Stennett)

Sauce for the gander too

As a counterpoint to the story I posted below, about Bob Jones University’s apology for its segregationist history, I offer this story, from the Minnesota blog, Freedom Dogs, on a statement from the National Black Republican Association, calling for a similar apology from the Democratic Party.

I’ll leave it at that.

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