Saturday, January 25, 2025

Saturday Morning

 My wife is ill.

My dog is rapidly aging.

My Substack article is up.

My desk is packed.

But coffee is calling my name.

Friday, January 24, 2025

Get In to Work

My latest Substack article is up.

Read it here. [Correction made.]


Effective Communication


“The man who did the shouting at the P.S.U.C. post down on our right was an artist at the job. Sometimes, instead of shouting revolutionary slogans he simply told the Fascists how much better we were being fed than they were. His account of the Government rations was apt to be a little imaginative. 'Buttered toast!' - you could hear his voice echoing across the lonely valley - 'We're just sitting down to buttered toast over here! Lovely slices of buttered toast!' I do not doubt that, like the rest of us, he had not seen butter for weeks or months past, but in the icy night the news of buttered toast probably set many a fascist mouth watering. It even made mine water, though I knew he was lying.”

- George Orwell, Homage to Catalonia




First Paragraph

 Peter, James, and John. Paul and his missionary companion, Barnabas. All of these men were Jews, though we identify them with "the origins of Christianity." This is because we know that their efforts would eventually lead to the formation of that later - and predominantly gentile - religious community. But they did not know this. Committed to their movement's core prophecy - "The times are fulfilled, and the Kingdom of God is at hand! Repent, and trust in the good news!" - they foresaw no extended future. They passionately believed that God was about to fulfill his ancient promises to Israel: to redeem history, to defeat evil, to raise the dead, and to establish a universal reign of justice and peace.

- From When Christians Were Jews: The First Generation by Paula Fredriksen

Wednesday, January 22, 2025

The Executive Orders: What Will Stand and What will Fall

Yale Law School professor Jed Rubenfeld at The Free Press examines some of Trump's most important executive orders.

Time well-spent.

The Stoic

 


An RV pulls up in front of a Florida courthouse. The door of the RV opens slowly, and a lawyer emerges, wearing a toga.

His hair is perfect.

A crowd quickly assembles, and he speaks.

I have been remiss and am ordering a copy today.


[Photo by Denys Kostyuchenko at Unsplash]

Worth Re-Reading