This weekend I finished The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak, and I think many of you would like it. In Barnes & Noble, at least, it’s sold in the juvenile section, which makes little sense to me, except that the main character is a young girl living in Nazi Germany. It’s a very sad and …
I’m so very glad that Triple-T is back on the Web.
I’m not sure that Isaac is actually sleeping in his bed. For those of you relatively new to SitG, Isaac is our two year-old (though he frequently insists that: “Tomowwow is my birfday. I’m telling the twuf. It is”). He’s made a fairly regular habit now of climbing into our bed around 3 a.m. Understanding …
I didn’t know somebody had invented a test to measure narcissism. Even better, researchers have been administering it to college students since 1982. The shocking news this week is that recent results confirm a trend: today’s college students are, on average, more narcissistic and self-centered than their predecessors. The researchers blame everything from permissive parents …
The other night I moved into that syrupy space between wakefulness and dreams, and thought that the Wife was roughly snuggling me. There was frenzied movement, interspersed with a tight little squeeze around my chest. There was also something metallic that occasionally whacked the back of my head. She’s on the wrong side of the …
Eli is bringing me another bookmark, a long piece of white paper cut all the way around with craft scissors to give it a decorative border. I have hundreds of books. I think soon most of them will have a bookmark made by Eli. It’s what he does sometimes, just sits at his desk and …
I’ve realized lately that my patience with bureaucracy and hypocrisy and politics has nearly reached its limit, which is unusual for me. I like to think that as a student of organizations I have more patience with them. But as I lay in bed yesterday morning, wishing it was Saturday instead of Thursday, pondering the …
As we got the boys packed up yesterday evening for our run to the E.R., the wife’s sickly pallor only slightly less frightening than her 104 temperature, I realized that I haven’t had a day this bad in quite a while. It’s comforting, in a way, to realize it’s on you, kind of like when …
I realized, as I lay in bed at 2:30 a.m., my head splitting, wondering if I needed to take my feverish wife to the hospital, that I haggle with God. I don’t know if God haggles back. This makes me a bad Presbyterian, that I don’t hurry past those passages in the Bible about Moses …
The word home has a connotation both immediate and distant. A home is intimate, that place where we belong, where they let us in the door whether we deserve it or not. As something one does, home has traditionally been distant, implying that one is going to it, or that one is being remotely guided …
From a blistering article by Army Lt. Colonel Paul Yingling: “While the physical courage of America’s generals is not in doubt, there is less certainty regarding their moral courage. In almost surreal language, professional military men blame their recent lack of candor on the intimidating management style of their civilian masters. Now that the public …
I know everybody else in the world has already seen this, but I get goosebumps every time I watch it. I’m sentimental that way.
