John Wm. Houghton

“Doesn’t the fact that he is bombing the hell out of a country for no particular reason, endangering the region, and destabilizing the world make it incumbent upon you to be blunt about the problem, rather than dancing around it? Isn’t it time for clarity instead of euphemism?”

Myths made two or three decades after he died, though, not centuries.

I heard a homily by my colleague our liturgy professor yesterday in which she claimed just the opposite: that the three long John pericopes, accompanying the three scrutinies of the catechumens, were the original Gospels for the early, three week, version of Lent.

Does the equivalent name in a different language count? If so, as @hntdove.bsky.social has pointed out, the myriad forms of "new town" (including Carthage [!]) probably leave both "Springfield" and "Alexandria" in the dust.

I came here to say that.

And for the fudge, of course.

We have one county named for each of them, pronunciation not guaranteed.

Reminder: acceptance of your child is bare minimum. They're your child and the contract is unconditional love. Requiring detransitioning to appease extended family, continued misgendering, etc are not what your kiddo deserves. Love them wholeheartedly and protect them from anyone who offers less.

New advent of the love of Christ,
Shall we again refuse Thee,
Till in the night of hate and war
We perish as we lose Thee?
From old unfaith our souls release
To seek the kingdom of thy peace,
By which alone we choose Thee.

[Some lines by an alumnus of The Hill. ;-) ]

On business from Porlock, no doubt.

I didn't have a car when I lived in Wicket City, so my travels were a bit circumscribed--but I do remember the Pope's in Westroads (before it was subsumed by the Galleria).

Lost Tables: Lost St. Louis Restaurants Some restaurants we remember for their atmosphere, others for their food and some because of who we dined with. These restaurants are all part of our collective culinary memory as we look back fondly ...

Interesting!

One of my former Burroughs students has pointed me to this page (with which you may already be familiar). It is the black hole of rabbit holes.

www.losttables.com

This is depraved.

How could any region be expected to flourish without the Parkmoor?

If you are watching Trump's presser right now, you are seeing beyond reasonable doubt a person not mentally suited for any position of responsibility. Even running a small store.

GOP members of the House and Senate: You are seeing this too.

Good news that the digitised Beowulf manuscript has survived the digital equivalent of the Cottonian Library fire, the British Library cyberattack of 2023

Remember that you are dust . . .

A new role for the proceedings of the Societas Fontibus Historiae Medii Aevi Inveniendis, vulgo dicta, "The Pseudo Society"! @kzooicms.bsky.social

Back in the day, I might have tried “detect magic” first. Tempora mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis.

Now I want raisin bread.

No he's not.

Is this like the thing where we don't include the ancient Olympiads in the numbering? Because it seems to me there have been more than a few wars in that neck of the woods.

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Great story, great last line!

A 40 pound white dog with perky ears sitting in a cafe window.

Though he is not, in fact, for sale.

I think Jack Danforth eminently trustworthy, though heaven knows we disagree on nearly everything politically. But perhaps he’s the exception.

I had been led to believe that joking about Pius was a no-no.

Important piece of history to the modern redistricting wars: Democrats spent a decade trying to ban partisan gerrymandering and were told each time to pound sand. This language in a 2021-2022 bill had the support of 50 out of 50 Senate Democrats — and 0 Republicans. Rs killed it.

Well, north central Indiana, anyway (the line is about three miles west of my house).

I believe that the key is that Mufasa is actually the Joker’s father.

Not exactly bringing glory to my cream and crimson, nor to the black and gold, neither.