One of them happened last night, when Fox News Bad Boy Tucker Carlson referred to Jacinda Ardern as "that squeaky little woman with the weird teeth who runs New Zealand." Let's be clear: I hold no animosity towards Jacinda Ardern, although I find her country's "Zero Covid" policy utterly ridiculous. I can't remember the first… Continue reading There Are Moments When I Can’t Help But Chuckle
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September Song
Oh, it's a long, long while From May to December, And the days grow short When you reach September.... Well, here we are again. Almost at the autumnal equinox (which happens this year on September 22), that time of year when the the Sun hangs directly above the equator and day and night (which have… Continue reading September Song
Book Review by Seawriter: A Famous German Scientist and His British Fans
Albert Einstein was one of the twentieth century’s great men, vying with Winston Churchill for the title of “Man of the Century.” In addition to his scientific theories, he was an accomplished musician and a noted pacifist. He was an Anglophile. He was also an assassin’s target in the 1930s. Einstein on the Run: How… Continue reading Book Review by Seawriter: A Famous German Scientist and His British Fans
Till We Have Faces…
I've spent most of the day working on the world's most bomb-proof and secure chicken coop, with special attention to the framing for the peak and gable. So far, so good. And while I've been at work, I've been listening (on Audible) to C.S. Lewis's Till We Have Faces. It's his last novel, a book… Continue reading Till We Have Faces…
“A Sweet Tooth for Song and Music”
The following post, which I've edited only slightly, was published on Ricochet on May 2, 2018. I'm publishing it again today on what would have been his 101st actual birthday. When it comes to putting things right, better late than never. Happy Birthday, St. Pope John Paul II. “I have a sweet tooth for song… Continue reading “A Sweet Tooth for Song and Music”
Covering New Ground
There surely must be a horticultural corollary to the well-known maxim, generally attributed to Winston Churchill, that “a woman’s skirt should be long enough to cover the subject and short enough to be interesting.” And it has to do with “ground covers,” those low-growing, fast-spreading plants that (one hopes) form an attractive carpet, especially in… Continue reading Covering New Ground
Dispatches From the Front Lines of the Knitting Wars
Greetings fellow knitters (you know who you are). I just got cancelled from KnitCamp! It’s a knitting community I joined only about a week ago, at a friend's (former Lefty, now not-so-much) enthusiastic suggestion. She really enjoyed it because the woman who ran it hadn’t gone woke and/or wasn’t bullying her customers about such matters.… Continue reading Dispatches From the Front Lines of the Knitting Wars
Friday Food and Drink Post: Treat Yourself–Bagels and Smoked Salmon!
Last time I took my life in my hands and went to the grocery store (I used the most socially distant form of checkout I could think of–the “Scan and Go” app on my phone, and pretty much straight out the door when I was done), I picked up a few of my favorite things… Continue reading Friday Food and Drink Post: Treat Yourself–Bagels and Smoked Salmon!
Occasional Quote of the Day: 19th Century Discontent
DISCONTENT Light human nature is too lightly tost And ruffled without cause, complaining on– Restless with rest, until, being overthrown, It learneth to lie quiet. Let a frost Or a small wasp have crept to the inner-most Of our ripe peach, or let the wilful sun Shine westward of our window,–straight we run A furlong’s… Continue reading Occasional Quote of the Day: 19th Century Discontent
Put Away Your Handbaskets, Please
We’re not all headed straight for That Other Place as long as there are wonderful young women like Ruby Kate Chitsey in the world. Ruby Kate is an 11-year-old girl in Harrison, Arkansas. For several years, she’s been visiting the residents at the Medicaid-funded nursing homes where her mother, Amanda, works. One day, a little bored,… Continue reading Put Away Your Handbaskets, Please