Wit & Whim

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...

 This is not about the news. This is about something truly and inherantly human. This is a blues song cloaked in a blog post, getting right to the heart of the things that people really care about. You may have heard it said that oral traditions are changing and evolving with the advent of digital media. That the wide dissemination of voice and video recordings are not corrupting the art, but saving it. Well, I don't know about all that, but just this morning I got to initiate my daughter into one of the universal rites in our people's oral history. You see, my child asked me why it was so dark at 7:45 in the morning, and would it just keep getting darker and darker until the longest day? And I took a day breath and answered her as our people have done for what seems like ages. No, I said, the darkness all around you at 7:45 in the lunatic consequence of something called daylight savings time, where we all change our clocks to say it is one hour later for half the year, for rea...

 I'd make you read all of Colossians 3, but I'll pull excepts: 1.  If ye then be risen with Christ, seek those things which are above, where Christ sitteth on the right hand of God... 8...But now ye also put off all these; anger, wrath, malice, blasphemy, filthy communication out of your mouth.  I have a friend who likes to point out that there are two ditches on each side of the road, and we are often want to get out of one ditch only to cross right over the straight and narrow road into the opposite ditch. So it has been with the attempt to reclaim masculinity. We had--as a society--become ashamed of the notion that a man was the head of his family. We had bought in wholesale to the truism that men and women were effectively the same, and that the only real difference was socialization and upbringing. That the male impulse to competition, striving, and deal with emotions with a stiff upper lip were toxic traits forced on us by societal convention and obsolete necessity....

 Well done, Matt. Now we are eating. A Muslim, a catholic, and a Kennedy walk into a bar. No, wait, a conservative, a liberal, and a communist walk into a bar. No, lets try again, an African, an Italian, and a Pol...ish person walk into a bar. The three way mayoral race in New York should be introduced with such a line, because we can all see that it is a pretty bad joke. Ladies and gentlemen, behind door number one I give you: Cuomo. The ossified scion of american political gentry. A good catholic, who publicly professes against the beliefs of the church. A great statesman, who left office under the cloud of numerous scandals. Who could not seriously be on this ballot if he was not a wealthy political blue blood with the backing of a political matchine. And in this corner I give you the champion of the little man Homer Stokes! No, actually, it is Zohran Mamdani, the stunning underdog son of...wealthy elites with extensive  connections. No worries though, Zohran is here to mak...

 You can't make me do it, Matty. I'm not writing about any topic twice in a row, let alone that one. The reason I still like to check in on drudge is that he, if somewhat more obviously taking sides than in the past, still seems to have a great barometer on what is news worthy, and will link to a handful of non-AI slop stories about it. I looked around at a handful of other news sites I frequent on occasion to see if there was anything worth teeing off on. They were all 'problematic' in the same kind of way, and now I'm going to tell you how in a characteristically rambly way. Beer, Brats, and Bride is a peculiar event; a camp festival where we all revel in gathering around a cult classic that we have seen too many times. The camaraderie is strengthened by the shared knowledge that we are doing something very silly. Lines are recited aloud, laughter, hoots, and screams come from the audience as if scripted. Every single year, unfailingly, I look forward to watching ...

 How does one choose what to write about after a long hiatus? So much water under the bridge, some of it sweet and clear, and some brackish, muddy, carrying along oak trunks festooned with desperately clinging raccoons. The boring, the sublime, the absurd: life has had plenty of it. Choosing the right thing were too difficult, so instead we are going to play a game. Matt Drudge is going to have a headline, and I am going to give my half-formed opinion about it. I hope this will be fun for both of us. I promise to keep it short form, as long as you promise not to read it. Let's get started. DEVELOPING: HOSTAGES RELEASED I'm honestly shocked the hostages were released. I would have taken odds against it a month ago. I think we should all hope and pray for the peaceful transfer of power from Hamas to civilian authorities, and that humanitarian aid may flow freely, and that this is the beginning of an era of peace and healing for the people of Gaza. But I doubt it. And take my doub...

Author's Note: what you are about to read is a draft that I am publishing after 9+ years on ice. I have not taken the time to complete it, so you have my leave to think of it as my 'Dead Souls' of blogging. I believe that a fair few of you may be somewhat familiar with an American film classic called "My Fair Lady." A fine movie. Damn fine. I could spend a paragraph trying to explain and make excuses for why I have not written in so long, but I will let Rex Harrison do that for me. If you really need an explanation, his character has a fine little song staged in his library about halfway through the film that says it all. Trust me, you will know it when you hear it. In truth, I have come back to my blog a dozen times since the last piece I completed, and each time got part way through, only to be drawn away by some distraction. My distraction has become increasingly insistent of late that I should get back to writing something. Since these instructions are n...

 Machiavellian 'virtu' and real virtue are a world apart. Not to dunk upon Machiavelli, because the Prince was clearly a work of necessity and the disourses on Titus Livy are the real deal. But Real Politik and the desire of men to be hard rather than good christians is getting tired. The history of the world is full of men who are powerful: excellent in their own regard. They have panache. They say things that sound right. They do things that look right. But they are ultimately evil, and behave in ways that are true to their internal evil, and the evil of the peoples that they stemmed from. They delight in the exercise of power, and the exercise of their power is not for righteousness. Leonidas and Trump (who I will likely wind up voting for) are poster children. Molon Labe. Come and take, says the spartan king, who eats of the bread made by slaves, on grain grown by slaves, upholding his evil government that relies on the work of brutally surpressed slaves, their raped wives,...

Do you all remember Pottermore?  If it does not ring a bell, Pottermore was a Harry Potter fan website while I was in college. It was full of HP related games and trivia, and extra Harry Potter stories, all overseen by the author herself. But that is not why people went to Pottermore. No. Pottermore was where you took the most important test of your young life. Not the SAT. Not the ACT. Not Myers-Briggs, or the Wechsler, or whatever ISTEP nonsense was out there. Pottermore offered to put you through the sorting hat.  It asked you a battery of rotating questions, many of which had clear correlation to personality, and some of which were much more subtle. At the end of the quiz, you received your house assignment. I think virtually all of my college classmates went through this process at the time, and you could not escape hearing about it for a little while. As a child, I pretended not to be able to read well after I had acquired the ability--because kids can be real dicks, rig...