Quiet Time

Evangelicals have something of a rule about scheduling a Quiet Time every day. In the discussion, they often will point to the many times that Jesus went to a quiet place to pray. Yet notice that these do not say the prayer time was quiet, only that the place was quiet, which I am assuming means free from distraction. Being both God and Man, distraction was a possibility, and he provided a demonstration of how to minimise that.  What are the few times we get to listen in on Jesus's time with God?  Gethsemane, certainly. Even though it is a quiet place, it doesn't seem like a quiet time to me.  Luke, the physician, records that his sweat became like drops of blood. That doesn't sound like doing breath work, centering, or resting in God at all.

Jesus invited a couple of his disciples to come up on the mountain with him and the sky exploded with ancient prophets. They did not respond by murmuring how peaceful it all was. Maybe time with God is supposed to be dramatic, not near-somnolent. Heaven sounds pretty noisy as well, what little we are told about it. It is described as being like a wedding reception, which is not usually anyone's idea of a rest. I find I have to go outside and away from everyone at those, frankly.

What about that still, small voice talking to Elijah? I think it pays to look at the context in 1 King 19. 

 

For debate: trying to "get quiet" in a place rather than going to a quiet place to meet God is actually an evasion of God.  

Release the hounds. 

Household Tasks

Grim sees a category error in the debate about husbands and wives and household chores. It is not a fun national discussion, because it assumes that Anna and Bob's arrangement is up for criticism by Carol and/or Daniel.

When we became Christians in the 1970s (according to our accounting then - my theology is different now) it was a shocking idea for this Congregationalist who went to an Ivy-wannabee college that I was supposed to have spiritual headship over my wife and and automatically be in charge of the household. Even more surprising were the frequent directions of what that entailed and how I should do it.

But somewhere in the first year it occurred to me: if I am the head of my household, why do these other guys keep telling me what to do? It was a liberating thought. Fifty years later, we have the tasks divided in a fairly traditional arrangement. But not entirely, and it suits us. You wanna make something of it, Mac?

 

Margaret Ball

I was in a Zoom bookclub with author Margaret Ball until she left for medical reasons a few months ago.  Her husband Steve Zoraster still attends. His patents and publications should give an idea where is thinking is. Her interests were more varied, as one can see from her books and articles.

She long preceded me in the book club, but I think I shared the space with her for almost three years. She was quite clever and funny, generous to the ideas of others, and clearly both smarter and more disciplined that I. She died this past week in Austin, TX

Doesn't she just look like someone who is a linguist, a mathematician, and a sci-fi/historical/ and pseudonymous romance (to pay the rent, she said) author?

 

Coventry

 Looking at "Coventry Carol," for Advent I wondered what exactly it was.  I knew of the phrase sent to Coventry but discerned that must be later for some historical reaction to an already existing place. This part I had right. But I guessed that "coventry" as a word, and thus a place-name, must be related to covenant, convent, coven, and the like. 

Wrongo! This is dismissed as a "folk etymology," one of the worst insults that can be bestowed on a guess.

 city in Warwickshire, mid-13c., an alteration of Old English Couentre (1043), probably literally "Cofa's tree," from Old English masc. personal name Cofa (genitive Cofan) + tree (n.). If this is correct, the name might refer to a boundary marker or a public assembly place. The explanation that it was named for a convent founded there 11c. likely would be folk etymology.

My wife knew that being sent to Coventry meant to be excluded and not spoken to or listened to, which I had only vaguely understood.  Looking it up, it was used by military officers to socially sanction others who had committed dishonourable acts that did not rise to the level of courts martial. 

Three-Digit Plate

 My (Great-)Aunt Sal had a three-digit plate because she had registered her first car in the 1930's. 673. She had a Creme-and-Cocoa Chevy and then VW Bugs when I knew her, finishing with a Superbeetle. I should have paid attention and tried to snap for it when she died in 1983.

 

Trisagion

I will be singing with the choir for advent again, so it is back to warmups to get my range and what's left of my technique back. I find this wonderful, moving up a half step with each repetition until I can't hit the highest note, then dropping down an octave and climbing again. It is a worship song rather than an exercise. I have to pay attention to mouth shape, remembering the "r's" and "e's" especially. There is breath and throat control for the slurred notes, to keep them smooth and not choppy. The intervals are varied.

It's a beautiful piece, based on a standard Orthodox liturgical hymn. There are older more authentic version that are also good to learn.

 

55th Reunion

Best reunion I have been to, and it did not begin auspiciously. There were many fewer than at the 50th - no surprise - and just a lot of brief conversation and moving on. Pleasant but shallow, I suppose. But over the first two hours all forty of us had a chance to touch base with just about all of the others, everyone having a longer conversation with a few. In the last hour it narrowed to about 20, all around one table with some side conversations and switching places when people went to get another drink or had a longer goodbye.  But no one was far from the center, and more of the conversation was addressed to the whole group, a few lines here and there. People waited for each other, listened to each other, told stories. It ended softly, slowly. 

Mongoose Vs Cobra

The Slo-Mo is fun

 

Salt and Pepper

I am no longer shocked that prepared supermarket foods have too much pepper and salt, nor that cheaper restaurants lean on those ingredients.  They are cheap, flavorful, and cover a multitude of sins.  I'd rather have a try at those supposed culinary sins they are covering myself, but it must be working or it wouldn't keep happening - and maybe getting worse.

We went to an expensive restaurant on Friday, and my tenderloin and potato based dish had way too much pepper. This seems to be happening everywhere these days. Do the majority of people like that much? Does it spur people to buy more drinks, as the salt does? Has everyone forgotten how to cook food? 

In contrast, we went to a coastal seafood place tonight and I had fried scallops, discerning no pepper. There was likely some salt in the batter, but it didn't taste salty. It was just simple and very good. It is the sort of place with an overhead chalkboard menu where you order at the counter and pick it up when they call your number. It was busy on a Monday night in October.

Sponge-Headed Scienceman has had it with garlic being added to everything, and I am beginning to come around to that idea, after years of saying Gimme More. But first, back off on the salt and pepper.  I have started to mention it, especially at fancier places which might have more reason to fear negative word-of-mouth. There are salt and pepper on the table for a reason, I thought. 

The Land of Milk and Cookies

I had a pastor who years ago used that phrase in a sermon, along the lines of "and then we will all go to live in the land of milk and cookies."  I thought it was charming, capturing the spirit of joy, calm, and abundance that the biblical phrase milk and honey intended, but in a modern context.  I mentioned it to a co-worker who was one of Those Christians who launched into a correction that this was not actually something that should have been in a sermon, because the honey part of the phrase represents something-or-other about Messianic prophecy which shouldn't be left out because then you are missing the whole point...

Well, no. Keep it simple.  Honey refers to foraging.  Milk refers to agriculture, possibly settled but more commonly nomadic. The Israelites moved between these economies, and at varying times God was quite clear where they should be.  No, Cain, do not bring me an offering of broccoli. Yes, Nehemiah, it is time to rebuild a city. The Land of Milk and Honey covers the territory.  Everything is here.  The foraging is good, the cows are contented, be at peace.

Noticing

Steve Sailer's book Noticing is built around his decades-long observation that there are things you are not supposed to notice, and simply noticing them out loud gets you in trouble.  There is a reason no one was noticing and it wasn't an accident.

So I have long noticed but only occasionally mentioned how often people - meaning especially my age, especially women, and ones I know/knew - show how kind and good they are by how often they mention that they hate Trump. The oftenness provides ample evidence that they don't actually criticise both sides, and leads to wondering why they have to say essentially the same thing so often.

The other side spreads it around to a somewhat larger circle of "stupid things liberals do," with a variety of targets.  

Yogi Berra supposedly said "You can see a lot just by looking." 

Links from 2015

From October and November.  It now looks as if all 11,702 posts of mine have been visited 150-200 times this October, including some to dead links. 

 Boomer Youth Culture a simple theory on how it developed that I still like.

Community Versus Communism  I was refining the idea at this point.  As I read, I sometimes thought "That's how I still say that now," while at other times I thought "I hit upon a better way to say that." Good comment from T99.

Bamfield's John Vanden Music from The Bills with great harmonies. Bamfield is a tiny community on Vancouver Island, facing the Pacific.

Star Wars Villains  The Assistant Village Idiot explains to you why it's morally inconsistent and confusing.

Two extended posts about College Protests that are still green

One Thought  Starting with an analogy I still like.

Life Is Hard  Good responses, closing with a highly complimentary spam comment I left up.

Porcupine

A woman was running back up the road from her truck, looking concerned at the small animal that was wandering and looking disoriented in the road. It was a young porcupine.

A warm-hearted woman. What could possibly go wrong. 

Traffic

My overall traffic has suddenly gone up 100x, with this last week up 3x, all of my posts from May 2025 visited two hundred times each two days ago, and a similar weirdness for Oct 4-9 targeting other months in the last ten years.

They come from phones in South America and Southern Asia, but except for one American Osteopathy site, the majority come from the vast category of "other."  

Whatever it is, something automated is looking for something here, and I doubt that's good. 

Controlling The Weather

Conclusive Evidence Found of Jew Controlling the Weather - Babylon Bee

Winchester Cathedral