From BBC News (by way of Marginal Revolution):
Dating by blood type in Japan

The black sheep though seem to be blood group B – flamboyant free-thinkers, but selfish.

“At the interview for my first job they asked me about my blood type,” said a man with blood group B, who wanted to identify himself only as Kouichi.

“The surprise was written on my face. Why? It turned out the company president really cared. She’d obviously had a bad experience with a B type blood person. But somehow I got the job anyway.”

Later, though, the issue of his blood came up again.

“The president was the kind of person who couldn’t take her drink and at one company party she got drunk. So she sent B people home before the others. ‘You are blood type B,’ she said. ‘Get out.'”

There is even a term for such behaviour in Japan, burahara, which translates as blood group harassment.

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A frantic coarseness that “bravely” trashes its own values and traditions, and then knuckles under swiftly to totalitarianism and brute force. (more…)

Yee-hah!

Shucks, it were about time. This durn nice-guy pretense jist ain’t natural.

It’s not fair! I think I’m going to cry.

The Saints know: entering into an economy of covenants that draws all its power from God’s gift of his Son, and from the Son’s submission to his Father.

Jane Austen, Emma, Mr. Knightley’s view of Miss Woodhouse: “faultless for all her faults”. (more…)

There are two spirits that this blog endorses: La Llorona and, of course, the spirit of pure reactionary obfuscation. It is therefore the policy of this blog to use the phrase “wroke havoc” in lieu of the more quotidian alternatives.

Steve Landeene was a ball of fire for Spaceport America and its biggest booster. He’ll be hard to replace.

Vertical herbs.

Sabbath heroines.

What with one thing and another I cannot say I have dipped much into either–the plots fail to grip, dash it, the Wooster taste literaire running rather more to clues and sprightly murders–but is the Book of Mormon really all that similar to the Lord of the Rings? Mine eyes goggle like billy-o. At 20-1 the idea is still a rank outsider.

Impose upon yourself “a future as irrevocable as the past.”

My wife and I always just say ‘Belges.’