Sunday Night Journal 2011
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Sunday Night Journal — October 17, 2011 The personal and the political The interplay of the personal and the political in the book and in Horowitz’s life is interestingly illustrated in this passage. In our second year [in Berkeley, ca. 1962], Elissa became pregnant. This was not exactly planned, but neither was it entirely an
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Sunday Night Journal — October 2, 2011 There is a crack in everythingThat’s how the light gets in—Leonard Cohen, “Anthem” For those outside traditional Christianity, the whole Catholic (and Orthodox) emphasis on the Eucharist is weird, to say the least. Even setting aside the strangeness of the doctrine that the consecrated bread and wine become
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Sunday Night Journal — September 25, 2011 Two Executions If you paid any attention at all to news in (or from, as the case may be) the U.S. for the past week or so, you know that the state of Georgia executed a man named Troy Davis for the 1989 killing of a police officer.
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Sunday Night Journal — September 18, 2011 Now and then I talk to someone who’s visited Rome, and almost always, especially if the person is Catholic, I’m told that it’s a wonderful experience. And I say “Yes, I’m sure it is,” but I always feel a little guilty that I don’t feel more enthusiasm for
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Sunday Night Journal — September 11, 2011 It often seems to me that no one of genuinely conservative temperament and instincts is ever entirely at ease in the mental atmosphere of the United States. As has been pointed out many times, the whole spirit of the place is fundamentally progressive, and a major component of
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Sunday Night Journal — September 4, 2011 It wouldn’t be quite accurate to say that I have a love-hate relationship with The Atlantic, as my feelings toward it are generally not as strong as that. Like-dislike would be closer, though sometimes it tips over into like-hate. Hardly an issue arrives that does not contain at
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Sunday Night Journal — August 28, 2011 I've been out of town all weekend, and once again I lack both time and mental focus to write anything substantial. Instead, I've spent a couple of hours doing something I've wanted to do for a while, which is to figure out how to do some simple stuff
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Sunday Night Journal — August 21, 2011 I've been so busy and pressured in my job, not only last week but through the weekend, that I'm really not equipped to write anything of substance on a specific topic tonight. Instead, I'm going to mention a few things that I had filed away with the intention
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Sunday Night Journal — August 14, 2011 Some months ago in a Sunday Night Journal I talked about the melancholy person’s view of this world as being substantially correct, in that we must ultimately lose everything: The melancholic doesn’t celebrate the seasons so much as accept them, knowing that each brings its pleasures but that
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Sunday Night Journal — August 7, 2011 I’m still thinking about the questions raised by Walter McDougall’s piece that I linked to a week or two ago. Not long after that came the news that the Vatican’s envoy to the U.S., Archbishop Pietro Sambi, had died, and his obituary contained these remarks from a 2008
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