I am in here.
It is still early in the fourth quarter of the Auburn–Tennessee game. I wait patiently for it to be over and the network to run something with a plot in it. Only on those extremely rare occasions (numbering two, so far) when the Cincinnati Bengals have made it to the Super Bowl have I understood … Continue reading Southern football
I am getting used to the routine of reading Peter’s history books to him in the evenings. Right now, we are reading about Stalin‘s defense of Moscow against the German attack in October of 1941. Through Stalin’s idiocy, refusal to face reality, and incredible mismanagement, three million Soviet soldiers died between the start of Operation … Continue reading History in the evening
Damn, I forgot to post, besides the qotd. I’d like to apologize (you were waiting for this) and explain that I didn’t forget but that it was because I was so busy delving again into Martin Buber’s I And Thou, but that wouldn’t be the case. Yes, it is true that I was reading that … Continue reading Yesterday
On the way home: sitting at the airport, I become meditative, and think upon an incident from a week and a half ago, when I was in Boulder, at the annual board meeting of an organization I belong to. As we were just getting started, it was decided we go around the room and reintroduce … Continue reading Thinking.
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