“Monsters and Mormons” is out. My own contribution to this volume is mediocre in the middle, but is the cat’s miaow in the beginning and in the end. It’s like a thin slice of American cheese between two big hunks of my wife’s bread. (more…)
This is a lovely story. I know lots of couples that realized they were going to get married way too soon in their courtship, before it would have been socially acceptable or even acceptable to themselves. I and the Lovely One are one of those couples. We had barely been dating when one evening on a picnic blanket we decided to get hitched. And the next day called each in other a panic to reassure each other that we didn’t know what had got into us, that was crazy, we were NOT getting married, no sir.
The irony is that I don’t hold much with love at first sight, finding your soulmate, predestined love, or any of that jazz.
God is infinite in many respects, no doubt, including being infinitely amused.
It’s like the giant laser in the Death Star. So long as you hit more or less in the center of the planet, the exact targeting isn’t terribly important.
Hang on, I see now on Drudge a story from the New York Post. It quotes a woman calling herself Leslie, a denizen of Zuccotti Park. She speaks of two rapes, then says, “We don’t tell anyone. We handle it internally. I said too much already.”
Uh-huh. I wonder whether there is an Occupy Wall Street omertà.
Well, the evidence seems pretty strong.
I don’t know much economics (do economists?). But I do know good writing. You’ll want to read this analysis of the economic benefit of Governor Perry’s tax plan all the way through to the MOAB of rhetoric exploding at the end.
I’m seeing some interesting parallels. In particular, both groups have legitimate grievances, but the legitimate grievances aren’t what’s driving most of those in both groups.
And the proposed solution, if any, in each case, is appalling.
And the quote is precious.