I have lately been immersing myself in some of the theology of the age, trying to wrap my mind around the Christian-ish thinking that makes up a lot of what passes for church these days. And at the same time as that we (Matt and the children and I, when I have time to sit down) have been watching Grand Designs—that fascinating British program whereby very very rich people build the houses of their dreams while we gape at them,... Read more
Friday! It’s a miracle! One And the twelve year old is officially twelve. The children, for reasons I don’t quite understand, have focused in on the exact minute of their various births, insisting that until that very minute has gone by they cannot be counted the age for which they have so long been waiting. This is fine for the few of them whose moments of birth I have, like a good mother, held on to in the recesses of... Read more
Oh goodness, it’s 9am, the day of a birthday—the eleven year old will be twelve around 4 this afternoon—and I just spent an entire hour I don’t really have reading this gloriously long, luminous, wonderful, perfect piece of writing. Do I regret it? No, and neither will you. Truly, if you just read it over and over again until you die, you will not have lived in vain. Feels almost criminal to ever write anything again when there is such... Read more
Here is a most interesting, if longish piece, about fish oil. My doctor recently announced to me that I have high cholesterol, even though my BMI, whatever that even is, is fine or something, and that it, the cholesterol, is probably genetic, but that I should try to “bring it down with diet.” I came home crestfallen. I’ve been trying to eat “sensibly,” as defined by my feelings at any given moment, for years now. I have managed to “sort... Read more
Was well rewarded in my internet search this morning by first this, and then this. Landed on them both after a brilliant listicle—5 Fascinating Morning Habits of Sociopaths. A welcome relief from the five, ten, and fifteen ways to be a better, happier person, the seven ways to find the ghost that lives in your house, and the six ways not to get an STI when you go on holiday in France. So anyway, in case you didn’t click the... Read more
Good Moaning. It’s a gray and sultry Monday here in Binghamton. Today’s podcast is a half awakened commentary on the the situation in South Carolina, and why men should listen to their wives talk to them. Half-hearted attempts at puns make it one for the ages. Don’t miss it! And now links. Let’s see. First up, here is our interview at Gafcon. Here is Pachelbel’s Chicken. This is fascinating. This is excellent. This is helpful. This would be so cool... Read more
[Jesus wondering why you’re still surfing the interwebs.] Delighted, in the midst of my search for news both terrible and interesting, that my announcement about the end of the world earlier in the week has been confirmed by the Daily Star over in the UK—I don’t actually feel like linking it because the sidebar is comprised exclusively of shapely women, contributing, for me anyway, to the sense of doom. So you’ll just have to take my word for it. And... Read more
Found this article to be most interesting. Didn’t know there was something called the New Domesticity. Did know all about mommy blogging and, not wanting to lie, sort of miss the days where every morning I’d cycle through my favorite blogspots to see what everyone was cooking and reading, and who had decided to cover her head. The jumble of birth stories, extreme theology, canning, and baby advice was the kick I needed to get me out of bed every... Read more
Ah, Friday, I don’t deserve you. One Tried waking up at a normal time all week by setting an alarm, hearing it go, experiencing profound and bitter astonishment, turning it off, and going back to sleep. Thought that trying to embrace reality by waking up at a normal time would be a good and godly thing to do. Getting up out of bed in the morning would perhaps spur me on to do things like laundry and cooking, maybe, rather... Read more
Matt sent me this to read yesterday, because he hates me and is trying to ruin my life. Go on, take a glance at it. Anne with, and it hurts me to say this, an “E” (the scare quotes are there to indicate that the letter “E,” as it were, is an unusual inclusion in the name “Ann” and that character’s desire to have it, poignantly illustrated early on in the book, must be beaten into the head of the... Read more
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