I know from long experience that it’s the hope that kills you, but I’m gonna go way out on a limb here and say it: I don’t believe Arsenal will be relegated this season.
It’s Sunday morning in northeastern Alabama and there sure are a lot of guys around here wearing camo. (I’m having some pretty overwhelming Proustian memories of my grandfather taking me quail hunting, even though we didn’t wear camo.)
Sara Hendren: “But in rejecting the distorted and gendered version of small-s sacrifice, I threw out also the big-s Sacrifice that is one crucial way of becoming more than selfhood.”
Will be doing my thought-experimental Reading the New Testament class again next term.
Now that I’m taking a break from my big blog and posting many small things here at micro.blog, I am just so impressed by how well thought-out this service is. It’s a delight to use, so much more streamlined and less cumbersome than WordPress. Props to @manton & crew.
An extremely raucous murder of crows in the neighborhood this morning is reminding me of lines from a poem by E. B. White: “In their assemblies at the edge of town, / Crows introduce resolutions, then vote them down.”