Païens ont tort et Chrétiens ont droit.
Just scanning along on a quiet Sunday afternoon … blah blah blah … Tolkein … Kalamazoo…
Hmm, some connection there? Scan more slowly…
“…wrote this at a roundtable for Homonationalisms at Kalamazoo last year…”
So I missed it. The roundtable for Homonationalisms has come and gone, without me. And it was in Kalamazoo! I might have taken the train, and heard the conductor cry “Kalamazoo! Winnetka!”
Maybe next year it’ll be in Cucamonga.
From David Warren, The strait, and narrow. It’s good advice about paper, notebooks, and writing. But now that I think about it, that it’s good is what makes it subversive. All the bad advice has become conventional wisdom.
This is short and edifying, about visiting a Melkite Greek Catholic Church for Divine Liturgy.
Breach at Equifax May Impact 143M Americans
Equifax Breach Response Turns Dumpster Fire
Lots to read, but it’s necessary to do so before you do anything. For instance, there seems to be no point and some risk just in checking the site Equifax put up to see if your information has been compromised.
UPDATE: The title of this post, “Equifax hacked,” might be a bit misleading. I don’t know exactly what happened in this case. Consider a hypothetical. If Japanese agents killed the guards, drilled into Colonel Blimp’s safe, and made their getaway in an ultra-light helicopter they assembled from parts they carried in, then the Post could report “Japanese Agents Steal War Plans.” If Colonel Blimp left the war plans at McDonald’s, and an opportunistic thief picked them up and sold them to the Japanese, the Post wouldn’t say “Japanese Agents Steal War Plans.”
For the last few years I’d been having joint pain that, having taken Latin in high school, I felt competent to diagnose as arthritis. Walking was painful, especially after sitting for a long time.
A couple of weeks ago I happened to read something about turmeric, and then the next day there happened to be some turmeric in the mark-down bin at the local grocery. I bought it, then read more about turmeric and one of it’s active components, curcumin. Since then I’ve been mixing up a half teaspoon of ground turmeric with about a quarter teaspoon of black pepper in a glass of V-8 everyday, and have had no more joint pain. The reduction, really the complete elimination of pain, was pretty dramatic and took less than a week.
It sounds like some people respond to turmeric and some don’t. If you have joint pain, it might be worth trying. The black pepper is said to be necessary to metabolize the curcumin, but I haven’t tried it without.
Remember, I’m just a random guy on the internet. Don’t take medical advice from random guys on the internet.
“In the war between the rose and the mint, the unidentified gourd is winning.” Also worth noting, “It will be interesting to see if it is even edible, since the squash family hybridizes freely, usually with less than palatable results.”
“Suppose that a great commotion arises in the street about something, let us say a lamp-post, which many influential persons desire to pull down. A grey-clad monk, who is the spirit of the Middle Ages, is approached upon the matter, and begins to say, in the arid manner of the Schoolmen, “Let us first of all consider, my brethren, the value of Light. If Light be in itself good–” At this point he is somewhat excusably knocked down. All the people make a rush for the lamp-post, the lamp-post is down in ten minutes, and they go about congratulating each other on their unmediaeval practicality. But as things go on they do not work out so easily. Some people have pulled the lamp-post down because they wanted the electric light; some because they wanted old iron; some because they wanted darkness, because their deeds were evil. Some thought it not enough of a lamp-post, some too much; some acted because they wanted to smash municipal machinery; some because they wanted to smash something. And there is war in the night, no man knowing whom he strikes. So, gradually and inevitably, to-day, to-morrow, or the next day, there comes back the conviction that the monk was right after all, and that all depends on what is the philosophy of Light. Only what we might have discussed under the gas-lamp, we now must discuss in the dark.” — Heretics, by G.K. Chesterton
Just as there are no zombies, there are no nazis. There are people who dress up as zombies. For the same reasons, there are people who dress up as nazis. Maybe in Argentina there are two or three old old men who are nazis, or were nazis once. But except for these, there are no nazis. Contemporary society would be healthier if we limited the dress-up to Halloween. People talk about killing zombies, but they don’t actually go out and assault people because they’re dressed in a deliberately provocative costume and groaning about “brraaains.”
Possibly related, there are several alternatives to “right”.
Eclipse Science from XKCD
