Saturday Flotsam: More History and ‘Who Goes There?’

1. I had my first angry parent encounter this week: someone not happy with one of my assignment policies. Sample from the conversation: "I think you're being very unprofessional.""How so?""You have a very poor attitude.""Can you tell me how?""You're too terse." An unpleasant experience, but an inevitable one. In any case, the policy still stands … Continue reading Saturday Flotsam: More History and ‘Who Goes There?’

Saturday Flotsam: Various and Generals and Capybara

1. The correct answer to the question "Am I a racist?" is "I don't care." 2. Listening to podcasts about Napoleon from Apostolic Majesty (an excellent and very thorough history channel, by the way). Napoleon, as I think I've mentioned, strikes me as one of the closest examples we've had in history to a genuine … Continue reading Saturday Flotsam: Various and Generals and Capybara

Poem – “Fact and Fancy”

How dull the wretch, whose philosophic mindDisdains the pleasures of fantastic kind;Whose prosy thoughts the joys of life exclude,And wreck the solace of the poet’s mood!Young Zeno, practic’d in the Stoic’s art,Rejects the language of the glowing heart;Dissolves sweet Nature to a mess of laws;Condemns th’ effect whilst looking for the cause;Freezes poor Ovid in … Continue reading Poem – “Fact and Fancy”

Poem – “On Looking Up by Chance at the Constellations”

You'll wait a long, long time for anything muchTo happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloudAnd the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves.The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,Nor strike out fire from each other nor crash out loud.The planets seem to interfere in their curvesBut nothing ever happens, no … Continue reading Poem – “On Looking Up by Chance at the Constellations”

Poem – “Elegy in a Country Churchyard”

The men that worked for EnglandThey have their graves at home:And bees and birds of EnglandAbout the cross can roam. But they that fought for England,Following a falling star,Alas, alas for EnglandThey have their graves afar. And they that rule in England,In stately conclave met,Alas, alas for England,They have no graves as yet.-G.K. Chesterton