Sudden change in travel plans. Light to non-existent posting this weekend, by the way. If I bring along the Chromebook, it’s strictly to write stuff for later.
Tag: holiday
I think… I am going to bed early.
We had date night tonight, I had a beer, then I walked a couple of miles for Pokestops and now I am exhausted. And it’s a holiday, so… good night.
‘Holiday.’
Come, I will conceal nothing from you: I kind of feel sorry for Madonna. There was a science fiction story I read once where it was said of the villain that “the worst thing was, he thinks he’s happy.” Is Madonna happier than that 25 year old kid who wrote that song? I dunno. I wonder if she does.
Moe Lane
Didn’t do nothing today and didn’t feel bad about it, either.
Well, except for my choice for dinner. That turned out to be a mistake. However, it’s Labor Day weekend, and I am going to drift through it with nary a care in the world. I think that’s for the best, really.
‘Holiday.’
Harvard University does its bit to make Christmas a living Hell for its undergrads.
Please stop doing this.
The Office for Equity, Diversity, and Inclusion at Harvard University distributed what it is calling “Holiday Placemats for Social Justice” on campus to help freshmen students navigate difficult conversations when they return home for Christmas break.
The placemat, a copy of which was obtained by Campus Reform, offers students tips for talking to their family members about controversial topics such as “Black Murders in the Street,” “House Master Title,” and “Islamophobia/Refugees.” The placemat, divided into four possible topics of conversation, provides students with a series of sample questions they may encounter when they return home to their families along with an acceptable response to each question.
…Because if there’s anything that says “Teaching critical thinking,” it’s “We’ve printed up these talking point sheets for you to stare at while you’re stuck at holiday dinner.” Seriously, if you’re going to use one, use this one instead:
Happy Easter!
John 20, verses 11 to 18:
11 Now Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb 12 and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot.
13 They asked her, “Woman, why are you crying?”
“They have taken my Lord away,” she said, “and I don’t know where they have put him.” 14 At this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not realize that it was Jesus.
15 He asked her, “Woman, why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?”
Thinking he was the gardener, she said, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.”
16 Jesus said to her, “Mary.”
She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, “Rabboni!” (which means “Teacher”).
17 Jesus said, “Do not hold on to me, for I have not yet ascended to the Father. Go instead to my brothers and tell them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’”
18 Mary Magdalene went to the disciples with the news: “I have seen the Lord!” And she told them that he had said these things to her.
Always my favorite of the Gospel accounts.
Moe Lane
PS: Also: Happy Passover to my Jewish readers.
The 113th Congress is done.
And with it, I’m switching over to a holiday schedule for the rest of the year. There simply isn’t enough political stuff going on between now and the 114th to justify the regular output; I’ve been spinning wheels trying to come up with half-assed meaningful copy. So… semi-vacation.
I leave you with this cheerful note:
Psst. Harry Reid is officially no longer Majority Leader. Merry Christmas.
— RB (@RBPundit) December 17, 2014
And God bless us, every one.