... what goes on under the arms. First: a few comments on basic human morphology. Most of us, when viewed from above, and relative to our shape at chest-level, are not based on ideal geometry, neither circular: nor designed like an old-fashioned letterbox with knobs: Most of us are, as the shape below (which was… Continue reading The Most Important Element in a Top-Down Knitted Sweater or Cardigan is …
This post was originally published on ricochet.com on May 26, 2018. There's an update for 2020, just below it. This old house once knew his children This old house once knew his wife This old house was home and comfort As they fought the storms of life Truth be told, it’s not so very old.… Continue reading Of This Old House. Of Mine.
I was lucky enough to view the pre-publication chapters of this book--Virga Joy (Or the Adventures of El Colonel de Corona), and to be able to weigh in, in a very small way, on its final content. It's a very pleasing work of escapist fiction, written, in its entirety, by a friend. Enjoy! And please… Continue reading Please Consider This Book–Perhaps As a Christmas Present
Well, here we go. A post in which I fully expect to be excoriated as a “Pollyanna.” As a person who refuses to acknowledge the Truth. A disbeliever in the “science” of what we (Conservatives) face at this particular crossroads. A deluded fool. And some sort of wrong-headed political animal who has no right to… Continue reading Giving Thanks: I Will Not Be Moved
Once upon a time, two Buddhist monks, one young and one old, traveled from their temple in the mountains down to the nearest little town in the foothills of the Himalayas, to beg for alms. As they entered the peaceful valley with rice fields all around, they came to a wide river, by the side… Continue reading The Girl On Your Back
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I’m really ticked. Exasperated. Irked. Put out. Annoyed. Peeved. Miffed. Nettled. Narked. A Bit Cross. That’s it! I’m “A Bit Cross.” To recapitulate: The English have not been “A Bit Cross” since the blitz in 1940 when tea supplies nearly ran out. —attributed to John Cleese I am A Bit Cross. The British equivalent of DEFCON 2:… Continue reading Alternatives to IKEA?
Here dead we lie we because we did not choose To live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; But young men think it is, and we were young. —A.E. Houseman I think of Alfred Edward Houseman (1859-1936) as my “hometown” poet, because he was… Continue reading Uniquely Human Memories
“The person who agrees with you 80 percent of the time is an 80 percent friend and not a 20 percent enemy”–Ronald Wilson Reagan Fifty-four years ago, on November 8, 1966, only two years after Barry Goldwater’s rout in the Presidential election of 1964, Ronald Reagan was elected Governor of California and American Conservatism was… Continue reading Occasional Quote of the Day: The 80/20 Rule
Welcome to that most British of holidays–Bonfire Night–Guy Fawkes Night–the Fifth of November. The holiday that, when I was a kid, was exponentially bigger than Halloween, as for a few days before, children would push around a wheelbarrow laden with a straw-stuffed effigy of Guido Fawkes, usually dressed in their father’s cast-offs or scrapings from… Continue reading A Thought Experiment, Courtesy of Guy Fawkes