NOTES FROM THE FOURTH OF JULY, PART ONE: Had a great time. Consumed much potluck with Russo, Shamed, Tepper, Sanchez, and several blogless but no less worthy individuals. Russo decorated the apartment with quotations about America or Americans–ranging from, “On every question of construction carry ourselves back to the time when the Constitution was adopted, [Read More...]

Wasting away again in Margaritaville, Searching for my lost watcher of blog… The Agitator: Nifty Bush/Gore Coke/pop/soda thing you’ve probably seen on InstaPundit already; but if you haven’t, click here, it rocks. The Chickpea Eater: Filioque update. The Rat: Wedding scoop (congratulations Michael and Monica!!!)–the wedding is part of the marriage, not a separate weird [Read More...]

“Did you go to your high-school reunion?” “Yes, I did. It was just as if everybody had swelled.” –John and Joan Cusack, “Grosse Pointe Blank” [Read more...]

POETRY WEDNESDAY. From Love’s Labours Lost: When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp’d, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl: ‘Tu-who; Tu-whit, Tu-who’- A merry note, While greasy [Read More...]

AAAAUUUUGGGHHHH. Blogger just ate a post I spent a lot of time on (about celibacy and pacifism). OK. Grunt. I will try very hard to reconstruct this dratted thing eventually–and post it on Monday. But for the moment I am signing off, and I almost certainly will not be posting anything here until Monday. I’m [Read More...]

Well I met her in a club down in old Soho Where they drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry blogwatch B-L-O-G, blogwatch… Chickpea Eater’s Bookblog: From Ayn Rand to St. Augustine. Good stuff about the Trinity, and a very interesting question about the filioque. (To my readers for whom there is no such [Read More...]

“Hi. I’m, uh, I’m a pet psychiatrist. I sell couch insurance. Mm-hmm, and I — and I test-market positive thinking. I lead a weekend men’s group, we specialize in ritual killings. Yeah, you look great! God, yeah! Hi, how are you? Hi, how are you? Hi, I’m Martin Blank, you remember me? I’m not married, [Read More...]

NEW CONTESTS: ELVIS LIVES. Two new contests, because the first one is likely to be somewhat, ah, insular. 1) Elvis Costello contest. The only rule is: Make me laugh, with something in some way related to an Elvis Costello song or lyric. (Not the man himself, mind, just song titles or lyrics, mostly because I [Read More...]

CONTEST RESULTS!!!!: As Lt. Uhura would say (if she had been transported to the evil mirror-universe and had to fight off the advances of a dashingly scarfaced Sulu… again), “I’ve changed my mind–again.” You get the contest results now. Your task was to suitably sanitize works of literature for use on the NY Regents exams. [Read More...]

VOUCHERS: So I’m feeling really lousy, and plan to knock off work at five and spend the evening lying in bed moaning, instead of doing all the fun posting I had planned. When I a) recover and b) get enough work done, expect posts on celibacy and pacifism; surrogate motherhood; Shakespeare; contest results (really); a [Read More...]