In addition to regularly getting me past the Facebook censorship robot, puppies are every bit as funny as cats. These little videos prove it.
I don’t know, though, that there’s any future in chasing your leash around the laundry basket while it’s still attached to your collar (the leash, not the basket). If any of you have ever tried it, please tell us how it worked out for you.
I didn’t know there was another melody that goes with the lyrics of It Came Upon a Midnight Clear, so I got quite a surprise when I heard this–by Maddy Prior and the Carnival Band. Lovely melody! Given its finished form by Arthur Sullivan, of Gilbert & Sullivan fame. The melody we’re used to in America is about 30 years older, published in 1850.
I hope you enjoy this as much as I did.
How in the world does this happen?
You’ve got two cruise ships, each of them as big as a small town, calm water, perfect visibility, and one of the ships already docked, not moving; plus radar, video, and–supposedly!–a captain and ship’s officers on the bridge, making sure that all goes well. And yet the one ship still manages to tear into the other’s stern.
Oh, captain, my captain! Where the blazes are ya, dude?
No fog, no tempest, no crowded melee of warships duking it out in the narrow waters of Salamis. No galley slaves, no bald guy pounding on a drum while the centurion shouts “Ramming speed!” This is one of those things that shouldn’t happen. Ever. I mean, how do you plow into a ship that you can see?
I can’t help seeing in this totally avoidable accident a metaphor for the way our whole Western civilization is going, these days. You should avoid it, but you don’t. You plow into the ship that’s sitting right there in front of you.
Without God’s guidance, it happens every time. Watch the S.S. Transgender plow right into the S.S. Moral Blindness. Oops!
Someone has invited me to review a book that “challenges women to live each day with fearless authenticity.”
Oooh, that sounds grand! Can men do it, too?
Only… what the dickens does it mean?
There appears to be something here about you being you. Well, what if “you” are a jerk? An authentic ignoramus? Or a fearless dunderhead? But we can only try to guess what the author means, since she isn’t using plain English and who feels like reading a whole swinkin’ book just to find out what the title means? “Fap!” to that.
But this is awful–politics is seeping into our broader culture and making people as dishonest as their politicians. I mean, this is the kind of babble you expect to hear from some yo-yo running for the Senate and not having anything like a reason for you to elect him. Grandiose babble is meant to paper over his vacancy. “Once in the Senate, I pledge myself to a fearless authenticity in championing inclusion and diversity!” Living proof that nature does not, after all, abhor a vacuum.
Say what you mean, and mean what you say. Which probably bars the door against your being hailed as an expert. But at least people will understand you.
My friend “Count Wedgemore” posted this on my chess page a few days ago–O halga natt (O Holy Night), sung by the great Swedish tenor, Jussi Bjorling, in 1959. Wait’ll you hear his voice!
Years later, Luciano Pavarotti was asked to compare himself to Bjorling. He declined. “I’m only human,” he said.
This blog post, back then, resulted in a wonderful article by John Dykstra in Reformed Perspective Magazine–which I’ve been able to locate, and which I’ll re-post for you tomorrow.
If you’ve been reading this blog for any length of time, you know how I hate fantasy cliches–the Invincible Female Warrior, the Thief With a Heart of Gold, Know-It-All Elves, etc., etc.
Fantasy can be made into a useful tool for Christ’s Kingdom–I’m totally convinced of it. But first it has to be straightened out.
Phoebe requested this, The First Noel, so I picked this rendition by the King’s College Choir, at Cambridge.
As for the carol contest, the leading carol has 44 views; that was 12 days ago, and no one’s come close since.
Only four days left till Christmas!
This video was billed as “Extremely funny cats and dogs.” Having examined it minutely, I concur. I don’t often get the chance to use the word, “concur.”
I would like to add that dogs are easier to figure out than cats. What do you think? I find lizards and turtles very easy to understand, and cats–almost impossible to guess what they’re thinking.
R.J. Rushdoony published this important essay in Chalcedon’s magazine, in 2000.
https://chalcedon.edu/magazine/the-biblical-doctrine-of-government
“Government” is not synonymous with the state. The state is only one of many spheres of government. Included as separate and equally important spheres are the self, the family, the church, and the school.
Modern statists try to devour or corrupt all the various spheres of “government” so that nothing remains between the individual and the state. In our time we have seen them encroach deeply on individual liberty, undermine the family, hamper the church, and turn the schools into Far Left indoctrination mills. Rushdoony spent much of his time and effort warning us of this–and current history starkly demonstrates how right he was.
I’ve gone as far as I can go today toward catching up on your Christmas hymn requests. But tomorrow we’ll have more!
Requested by Erlene–Christmas Means Heaven to Me, by Carroll Roberson.