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Sunday Night Monday Morning Journal — May 24, 2010 Emmitt Samuel Tynes, born at 12:43AM, 7lb 5oz (about 3.3 kilograms). Mother and baby are both fine, or more than fine: mother looked remarkably fresh at 2AM after being in labor for somewhere around twelve hours, and Emmitt is strikingly alert and hungry, and seemingly good-tempered…
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It occurs to me that the oil spill is a lot like most products of the entertainment industry: a big ugly toxic cloud spreading over and into everything. Which makes it more than a little ironic that most Hollywooders preach environmentalism. And hypocritical as well, since they tend to preach rather then practice–actually cutting back…
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Maybe you've wondered why I haven't said anything about this disaster in progress. I think it's mainly because I feel somewhat stunned and fatalistic: it's totally out of my hands, and I'm just waiting to see how bad it's going to be. So far the effects have been less obviously catastrophic than one might have…
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…and I think I will let this be a warning not to start: I think I can imagine the agony of this poor man (contra Derb, and hat tip thereto).
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You really can never have too much Bach and Mozart in your music collection, can you?
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My wife recently took the job of archivist for the Archdiocese of Mobile. In that capacity she's been helping some people do research for a book about the history of Portier House, a building which was the residence of the first bishop of Mobile in the early 19th century. She found, at the Library of…
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This is my brother John, Uncle John to our children and also to my wife and me, to distinguish him from son John. Uncle John likes animals, a lot. The critter on his head is a baby possum he rescued. The mother possum was hit by a car, I guess while carrying all her babies,…
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I’m not sure how well this is going to work, but let’s give it a try. I discovered a week or two ago that Google Maps Street View now includes Greenbrier (when I looked a year or so ago it didn’t). The image below is the view from heart of downtown Greenbrier: the center (more…
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All over the world, women are saying "For instance, my husband" when they see this headline.
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I’m posting this account of something that happened some years ago just because I happened to think of it. A little girl of seven or eight, who didn’t speak with perfect grammar, was telling the knock-knock joke that goes like this, with her doing the knock-knock part: Knock knock—Who’s there? Banana —Banana who? Knock knock…
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