Wit & Whim

See, this is exactly what I am talking about. The first three days of the fast were a relative breeze. Yes, getting up an hour earlier and finally reinstituting my workout took a little stretching, but my relationship with food has been such that dropping brekkie is not big deal, nor avoiding snacking. TV, social media, and video games are all dispensible pleasures. But today is hard, because today was actually my first bad day where I was also keeping disciplines. I had a bad day at work. Not the kind of bad day that has life altering consequences, but just a steady day of little defeats that added up to a day that some parts of me wished I had not logged on for. I've had plenty of days like this in the past--I imagine we've all had a few. But what I am patently unused to is processing this kind of day without any distractions, and with the gentle pressure of having new disciplines and deferred comforts. What I can't escape is the constant intrusive need to analyze the pro...

You know that one meme we've all seen. No, not that one, the other one. Oh I see, there are rather a lot of them, aren't there? Well, in this case I mean the one where women were asking their menfolk how many times a day they thought about the Roman Empire, and then their jaws dropped as numbers that seemed too high to be probable returned. Surely, the girls said, this can't be real. No one thinks about something weird and random that frequently. Do they. Of course we do. And now suddenly a great many men got to have a lightbulb event for how different you lot are. I mean of course they knew you were different before, they spend a lot of time thinking about that, too, but not thinking about Rome? This raises new questions and new possibilities. I have seen all kinds of opinions of this; about how this is because Rome still holds such a deep seated place in our cultural imagination, about how Gladiator is a great movie and we should watch it right now, etc. Valid points, I...

 I have an old Walther League ring that is basically a permanent fixture om my right hand. My great grandfather was very into walther league, or so the family stories go. This is not his ring. I wish I had it, and hope that some other son of the extended family wears it from time to time. The ring is beautiful, but that is not the main reason that I bought it. I bought it partly because I had become troubled by the problem of loneliness, and I had looked back to see if there was anything we could draw from our grandparents to help with our present evils. The real driving reason to buy it was that it was going for less than the melt value, and it seemed to me the boomer smelters have given enough of the artifacts of our traditions to the fire. The epidemic of loneliness and the boomers/greatest generation melting down traditions to make new forms have the same root, in my mind. Both find their root in a loss of necessity. I've long held the conjecture that the loss of our traditions...

If you take the balance of all the literate days of my life up to this point, I've read the bible on less than half of them. My KPIs on prayer are probably strong if you include bed and mealtimes, but take a sharp hit if those go in a separate category. Now, stakeholders will be heartened to see that these numbers are significantly stronger over the last 2-3 years, demonstrating that new policies and practices have lead to sustainable growth in key areas. Now, there were two pieces that lead to this improvement. Firstly, the pricking of my own conscience as my children have come to an age where they obviously need daily devotions and instruction. And the second the loving harangues of my father in law, who is constantly extolling us to read our bibles and engage with the holy scripture. Christian conscience, sparked by faith however imperfect, and the voice of one crying in the wilderness "make straight the way of the lord!" A dynamite combo. I would like to imagine that ...

 I always find that the best time to engage with the latest intense internet drama is after everyone else is bored with it and no longer talking about it. Blogging, you see, is like making french toast. You may think that it will be better with the subject coming piping hot out of the oven of twitter wrath. I'm sure you can almost smell it. But no, french toast and opinion pieces have this in common; they are far better once the substance we are working with is good and stale. We get to work with a firm medium, bringing it back to life; firm, full, and delicious. If you try the same with fresh hot takes, you wind up with sad, spongy, opinion pieces with no chew. I have one in mind, of course. I'm not just musing on generalities, so let me get you up to speed. There was a certain man, who was giving a lecture at Bugenhagen. His lecture was on our discomfort with hierarchy. It was a full and ranging lecture, but in the course of the lecture there was a 5 minute segment that dealt...

 Content advisory: viewer discretion is advised. And I'm quite serious, I'm going to deal with some mature topics here, specifically around sexuality. I am responding to internet discourse with philosophical context and language racier than Georgette Heyer for the sake of directness. No minotaurs, but proeeed at your own risk. Every so often one encounters ideas that have escaped the manosphere and that are being espoused by the worst kind of calvinists--the reader may object that all of them are the worst kind. Yes, yes, this is true, but here I mean the most obnoxious kind. One encounters these ideas because, unfortunately, the most obnoxious kind of calvinists tend to have a direct impact on what one sees coming out of the most obnoxious kind of Lutheran--which, inversely, is typically not the worst kind of Lutheran, but rather the mostly great sort of Lutheran who betrays their excellence with occasional bouts of calvinist derived manosphere bullshit. So here it is. Self pr...