Introduction: I will begin by saying that I owe a great deal to John Piper, and one of the central things I owe to him is respect. A number of years ago, he invited me to speak in Minneapolis for one ...
Or Maybe a Lot
“As Ovid taught us long ago, Ars est celare artem. It is art to conceal the places where you jiggered it a bit.”
Beowulf, p. 4
Which, Be It Said, Is Hard to Do

A Real Hazard, I Mean
“I know enough Anglo-Saxon to be a hazard, but not enough to set up shop as a translator of anything so important as Beowulf. I know the words attercop, which means spider, and rimcraft, which means arithmetic, and merscmealuwe, which means marshmallow. But unfortunately, none of those words comes up in Beowulf really, and so there I am, just sitting there.”
Beowulf, p. 1
The #MeToobin Movement
Introduction: In case anybody was worried that the year 2020 couldn’t get any zestier, along comes Jeffrey Toobin. Perhaps you missed it because you just got back from hunting moose in the Yukon, and so I will fill you in. The much feted (and apparently fated) Toobin, legal analyst for CNN, was on a Zoom …
Everyday Radiance
“The parking lot was new, so the asphalt ws jet black, the yellow lines were radiant, and all the cars looked like they were covered with diamonds.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 293
Letters on Face Ownership and More
Letter to the Editor: RE: They Don't Really Own Your Face, You Know. Great Article Mr. Wilson. A great encouragement to me this day, Whoever THEY are may or may not own our faces. Let's work ...
Which Was Pretty White
“The clerk was back at his station, whiter than one of the motel’s towels.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 292
They Don’t Really Own Your Face, You Know
Introduction: Our situation is as though someone who had more authority than was good for him decided one day to see if he could get our entire population to begin acting as though they were autistic. ...
Not a Common Sight
“The traveling case was spinning around like an overweight discus, and it sailed down out of the mezzanine like a hard green plastic angel of death.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 292





