Just so’s you know, toward the end of his life, Jacques Derrida took to wearing a cape. Which is in direct contrast to Abe Vigoda, who has never been seen without a suit—even by his many lovers. Is it any coincidence, then, that you’d have a better chance of catching Vigoda dry humping a head shot of Barbara Barrie than hearing him utter the phrase, “immediately or in the end,

Like waking up each morning to a steaming hot cup of unfunny smug—Black, no cream, and with enough artificial sweetener to choke a Diet Pepsi. I miss Rosie already. 

Chris Clarke and I have sparred from time to time, but there’s no doubt he’s an intelligent man, and in his “Open Letter To The Progressive Blogosphere,” he makes many of the arguments about today’s “Progressive” movement that I’ve made here and elsewhere— and for which I’ve been chided, chastised, and demonized by many on the left side of the blogosphere, Mr Clarke (at times) included.  Writes Chris: There are

Score one for the “nativists,” I guess.  From the Rocky Mountain News: Students who don’t speak English score far below other students in math and reading, the Pew Hispanic Center said Wednesday. Colorado’s figures followed the national trend, according to a report released by the Washington-based affiliate of the Pew Research Center. Richard Fry, a researcher who prepared the report, said the findings aren’t surprising because they are based on

Of course, this would never happen here. The curriculum in state schools in England has been stripped of its content and corrupted by political interference, according to a damning report by an influential, independent think-tank. It warns of the educational apartheid opening up between the experience of pupils in the state sector and those at independent schools, which have refused to reduce academic content to make way for fashionable causes.

*****New, insanely provoking post!!!*****

An image that, for no reason at all, suddenly started into my brain (and lodged there).  I am hoping this is temporary.

In much feminist theory, it is held that men are principally visual, whereas women are more tactile.  Recent studies on the brain-stimulus patterns excited in men by pornography tend to bear this observation out, and as one who is susceptible to the extraordinary gravitational tug of the well-displayed decolletage, I must say that the idea has the ring of truth for me.  This observation is combined with the idea of

During his school break from his studies in Germany, my son Brendan flew to Oman to visit his uncle in Muscat.  He was there for the cyclone that struck, but flew out tonight.  Some of the photos in his album are of the mountains, but others depict the devastation visited by the cyclone, which was the first in the Persian Gulf in living memory.  Just lucky, I guess.

Today’s the Feast of Corpus Christi, when we Catholics celebrate the mystery of the Eucharist, and the things that bring us together rather than divide us as a Community in Christ with all of the others.  One of our number who lives near Corpus Christi, Texas, continues to struggle with his own fleshly trials, and I ask that you keep him in your thoughts and prayers. More, though, I want