Snowed In
A few hours of heavy snow fall followed by a thick layer of freezing sleet brought most of the state of Ohio to a halt yesterday and today. This morning I thought I might have to go to work, but just as I was trying to pry open my frozen car door I got the call that work was closed for the day. By the look of things I’d say there’s a chance I could be sitting at home tomorrow too. Coffee, literature and food have been the order of the day. Thank God for coffee.
RE: Sports, religion strange bedfellows
This post is a letter I sent Rick Telander, a Chicago Sun-Times columnist in regard to his article Sports, religion strange bedfellows. Please read the article here. —————————– Dear Rick, I was frustrated after reading your article and have been sorely tempted to fling an ad-hominem laden vindictive your way. Of course you might assume that my desire to do such springs from my supposed inherent intolerance that is (naturally) inextricably bound to my religious beliefs. But then again, you probably know that such assumptions are dangerous because they are often wrong, and are a form of intolerance that unfairly binds others to a preconceived idea. No, I’m not frustrated by the fact that...
Three Sentences
Ariel was kind enough (is that the right adjective?) to hoist upon me the considerable responsibility of grabbing the nearest book at hand and dishing out a random choice morsel. I frown upon most memes, but the pathway to my heart in this matter has certainly been found. I find it hard to stay away from any chance to talk about my books. Without further ado I give you my foray into a round of “Literary Lucky-Dipping:” 1) Skillfully grab the book closest to you. I didn’t have to reach far; I have two copies of this book and they are both out at the moment (one battered paperback for the road, and one nice immaculate hardback for reading at home). In fact, you ought to expect more quotations here from this book as time goes by. 2) Quickly...
Out of Utah
Arrived in from Utah late last night; and what an adventure we had! Skiing was incredible and all of us emerged unscathed (though I had an extremely close call that involved a high-speed crash and two broken skis). The mountains and the snow were fantastic and overall the experience was superb, but I must admit that Utah feels like a foreign country to me. I keep eyeing people and wondering if they’re Mormons, and if they are Mormons how they can actually believe and practice Mormonism. They have this bank chain called Zions Bank. The name kind of bothers me in a cultish apocalyptic sort of way. Would you bank at an institution called “City if God” Bank? Of course not, you’d be worried you’d have to sign you checks...
A Hymn
- GK Chesterton, The Collected Poems of GK Chesterton (136).