If your five-year-old comes upstairs and says, “Mommy, there’s smoke coming out of the computer,” do not waste a minute trying to decide if he’s crying wolf.
Author: Peony Moss
Memed! part 2
Yay! Bob the Ape has posted his book list, and it’s a good one. I’m commenting over here ’cause his blog doesn’t have comments and it’s easier than coming up with a real post of my own. 6. One book that you wish had been written: What Jack Aubrey and Stephen Maturin were doing between… Continue reading Memed! part 2
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I hope he writes a limerick for the next Supreme Court session
From today’s WaPo (registration) When I [Gene Weingargen] heard that the new poet laureate of the United States was to be Donald Hall, the New Hampshire literary eminence, I was elated. The media accounts rightfully praised the beauty and sophistication of Hall’s verse. But that’s not why I was happy. I was happy because I… Continue reading I hope he writes a limerick for the next Supreme Court session
Memed!
… by dear Mr Luse. 1. One book that changed your life: An old paperback I picked up for seventy-five cents at a used bookstore in Baltimore: The Man Who Was Chesterton, an old Image anthology. And before that, Poetic Meter and Poetic Form, by Paul Fussell. 2. One book that you’ve read more than… Continue reading Memed!
I guess it’s only between a woman and her doctor if it’s a woman who wants an abortion
Judge lifts order requiring treatment for teen cancer patient ACCOMAC, Va. A judge ruled today that a 16-year-old Eastern Shore cancer patient who has refused conventional medical treatment does not have to report to a hospital. The judge also set a trial for August 16th to settle the dispute…. Accomack County Circuit Court Judge Glen… Continue reading I guess it’s only between a woman and her doctor if it’s a woman who wants an abortion
Sayers on Tolerance
Kathy Shaidle posts this: “In the world it is called Tolerance, but in hell it is called Despair, the sin that believes in nothing, cares for nothing, seeks to know nothing, interferes with nothing, enjoys nothing, hates nothing, finds purpose in nothing, lives for nothing, and remains alive because there is nothing for which it… Continue reading Sayers on Tolerance
What Shamu Taught Me About a Happy Marriage
I forget where I saw this (NYT — registration), but it is a scream: AS I wash dishes at the kitchen sink, my husband paces behind me, irritated. “Have you seen my keys?” he snarls, then huffs out a loud sigh and stomps from the room with our dog, Dixie, at his heels, In the… Continue reading What Shamu Taught Me About a Happy Marriage