I was wildly amused to finish re-reading The Peripheral [link] last night and go to sleep realizing that the sequel, Agency [link], would be released and on my Kindle in the morning. (Yes, I realize the irony, Mr. Gibson.)
*It actually wasn’t all that immediate, since I pre-ordered the book in the spring of 2017.
Not new, but still relevant:
The whole modern world has divided itself into Conservatives and Progressives. The business of Progressives is to go on making mistakes. The business of Conservatives is to prevent mistakes from being corrected. Even when the revolutionist might himself repent of his revolution, the traditionalist is already defending it as part of his tradition. Thus we have two great types—the advanced person who rushes us into ruin, and the retrospective person who admires the ruins. He admires them especially by moonlight, not to say moonshine. Each new blunder of the progressive or prig becomes instantly a legend of immemorial antiquity for the snob. This is called the balance, or mutual check, in our Constitution.
G. K. Chesterton, Illustrated London News, April 19, 1924.
So, two years ago today, just three weeks after my father-in-law died, my father died. (He would say it was just his body, so it was okay.) But still, he left a big hole in our lives.
When Jesus’ friend Lazarus died, Jesus wept, and of course we have all wept in the last two years. I really can’t write it even now.
I think Dad would say we have done a decent job of recovering, and to some degree we just haven’t had any choice. You do what you have to do, over and over and over. You never quite get everything done, you can’t pick up all of the wreckage.
Last week, in church, we read these words:
Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.
In the end, God repairs it all and makes it right. He completes his redemption of his creation. Finally, forever.
Now, though, we wait, and we weep.
A couple of syllabi* from two well-known instructors.
More discussion at Dan Piepenbring, “W. H. Auden’s Potent Syllabus, and Other News” The Paris Review (Jan. 29, 2015) [link]; “W.H. Auden’s 1941 Literature Syllabus Asks Students to Read 32 Great Works, Covering 6000 Pages,” Open Culture (Feb. 28, 2013) [link]; Alan Jacobs, “Auden’s Syllabus,” Snakes and Ladders (Oct. 1, 2012) [link]; and “David Foster Wallace’s 1994 Syllabus: How to Teach Serious Literature with Lightweight Books,” Open Culture (Feb. 25, 2013) [link].
I particularly enjoy Wallace’s caution to his students not to think “this will be a blow-off-type class.” Auden does not seem to think any of his students will make that mistake.
*Apparently not with two “i”s.
I love this. Randall Munroe, “Curve-Fitting,” xkcd (Sept. 19, 2018) [link].
@Air4Cole @Jaguars #jumpmancole #DUUUVAL
Henceforth to be known as going “Full Cole.”
This is pretty funny. Matt Buchanan, “Maybe Just Don’t Drink Coffee,” Eater (June 8, 2018) [link]. Maybe just drink pretty good coffee without the high religious seriousness about it?
From Alan Jacobs at Snakes & Ladders:
1. “Reconsidering ‘Evangelical'” [link] and
2. “Accountable” [link]
And, continuing the conversation started by LeCrae and John Piper, from Raymond Chang, The Exchange:
3. “Open Letter to John Piper on White Evangelicalism and Multiethnic Relations” [link]
(for earlier parts of this conversation — called to my attention by my older daughter — see LeCrae’s conversation at Truth’s Table [link]; and Piper, “My Hopeful Response” [link]. If someone has the link to LeCrae’s written piece, please send it to me).
A sad statistical truth. A wonderful season. 112 days to go until Spring Training.
The pitching lines were impressive (except for poor Severino, who needed some chamomile tea or something):