I am in here.
Okay, I’m a biblical scholar. Sort of. A beginning one, at least. Hey, I’ve read over 80% of the so-called Old Testament — how many other people can say that? Especially the high and mighty ones who always try to make a holier-than-thou point of being better-than-me? Yeah, thought not. What’s gotten me cranky on … Continue reading reading very old books
It’s days like today that make me realize even more how much I’ll miss the summer. It’s warm, in the 60’s, and the clouds have gone away for now. James is roasting the day’s coffee beans, and the occasional ventings from the roaster keep the coffee-house well-scented. Folk music is on the stereo, and the … Continue reading cats and shoes
Currently reading: Maigret and the Murderer by Georges Simenon. Currently on the TV but being somewhat ignored: The Ring. I love the Maigret novels because they are short and spare and perfectly formed. Not a lot of extra philosophizing or gratuitious anything. I don’t think Simenon was against violence — he simply did not seem … Continue reading Maigret and the cold weather
I am working my way, fairly quickly, through Chaim Potok’s My Name is Asher Lev. On this coming Wednesday, I lead the monthly lunchtime book-club talk on it. I first read the book at the request of my high school English teacher. I had other English teachers at that school, but half the years, she … Continue reading My name is…
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