Isn’t it amazing what ‘righteous’ Christians believe, and are capable of, when they’re convinced they have the infallible Word of God on their side?
The idea is nothing new to me, or to many others, but Sam Harris‘ The End of Faith, has rammed it home lately.
In it, Harris details some of the more “transcendent level[s] of cruelty” achieved by the Righteous in medieval Spain. Continue reading “Hellfire and Broomsticks”
What is it with old people today – isn’t it time they started acting their age?
For example, this morning at the Growers’ market, I meet 94-year-old Tom, off on a morning ramble. No walking stick, no cane, happy to stop and chat.
Continue reading “Old people today – tsk”
Why receptionists are a pain in the lower abdomen, part # 1 of ‘fun with receptionists’, a continuing story ….
I ring the dentist today, for I am Longer in the Tooth, and Shorter in the amount. There are still some left for masticating.
This is how the conversation goes: Continue reading “Fun with receptionists # 1”
I had some harmless fun and games today while visiting an Arena of Past Sorrows.
The old school running track, to be exact. The reluctant co-player was an unsuspecting high-school PE teacher herding the Lads in a morning workout.
Continue reading ““Run with me””
Kurt Vonnegut made famous the phrase Breakfast of Champions by using it as a title for a 1973 novel.
On the other hand, this is nothing more grand than a delicious breakfast recipe for a wannabe champion. Continue reading “Breakfast of Champions – and me”
“Sceptical?” piped up the old-timer. Of course I’m flamin’ sceptical ye addlepated mudfish!” –
“Aye, but it wasn’t always so. I was a dour and solemn presbyterian from birth onwards, and bar the whisky, gossip columns, loose floozies and muckraking, a devout one too! But all this changed suddenly in the winter of ’94, twenty years ago, when Auckland was struck by drought. Continue reading “Demons, Drought, and Bullfeathers”
Very close to sea level are some of the places which afford me a View from the Top nowadays.
One is a very short walking distance from Otaika River, looking Westward toward Onerahi, my old stomping ground at Tamaterau, Parua Bay, and of course, the Maunga Manaia. Continue reading “A View from the Top”
I was lucky enough Thursday evening to meet a small cohort of extraordinary people via the friend who originally put me onto the The China Study.
I spent the evening soaking it all up, like a pup loose in a seal colony, and finding some surprising points of similarity. One of those was an interest in podcasts.
Which reminded me that I’d been meaning to write something pointing to some favourite podcasts, and a couple that were mentioned, and new to me.
Continue reading “Soaking It Up – Podcasts”
I love peanut butter. Sometimes I’ve been known to eat it by the spoonful.
But not just any peanut butter. It’s important to get the right one, otherwise you’ll regret it.
Continue reading “I love peanut butter* – but not just any sort”