Cormac McCarthy
“Hey Worm, did you see old Crumbliss in the paper this mornin? What’s he done now? They found him about six oclock this mornin under
Two toddlers walk into a bar…
I’m not overly prudish. I can appreciate a form-fitting skirt, a cool glass of whiskey, Everclear turned up good and loud. I’ve even been known
The things we build
Some of you might appreciate my essay at Comment, a magazine/webzine out of a think tank called Cardus in Canada, which has taken me by
On what we know, don’t know, and think we know
I suspect the reality about American religious knowledge is actually better and worse than the results indicate. The internet is crackling with a minor fire
Birthday boy
Today is William Isaac Woodlief’s sixth birthday. At lunch, he asked me how many days until he’s seven. He likes to plan ahead that way.
The pedagogy of the fart
Thomas Spence, president of Spence Publishing, has a must-read piece in last week’s Wall Street Journal, titled “How to Raise Boys Who Read.” He takes
Justice for all
I’ve been thinking about justice, and how we’ve come to imagine it as the infliction of suffering in response to wrong. It seems to me
Cormac McCarthy
“He said that he did indeed have a long journey. He said he did not know what the end of his journey would look like
All’s fair
Speaking of Woodlief vacations, you might enjoy my latest piece in The Wall Street Journal, “Our Love Affair With the Fairs.”
Vacation II: 800 nights in a museum in 3 hours
More on the Great Woodlief Vacation of 2010, which might also have been titled: “You do know it’s 1400 miles to the East Coast, right?”
Laboring days
I’ve cut grass and cleaned offices and guarded buildings; I’ve been a grill cook and a college teacher and a karate instructor. I’ve bussed tables
Suffer in silence, please
It just never gets old, the article by an academic detailing all the work that academics have to do. Rob Faunce offers the latest installment:
