Category: culture

  • Chasing After Banners

    Chasing After Banners

    Not because it is election season, I have been thinking about Dante’s Inferno these days. In case you have not read it, the book is a depiction of Hell. It goes into great detail about the various punishments awaiting those who have sinned while they were alive. I would not say that I am a…

  • Time For A Conversation

    A good friend writes on Facebook: Now is not the time, but sometime soon, while the searing memories are still fresh, we must have a candid conversation about how we all will live in the new world climate change is bringing to us. After a disaster, there is a defiant urge to remake what was…

  • Idiomatic Pet Peeves

    I can’t seem to help myself. I get my dander up when confronted by improper use of idiomatic English (or even just plain, old correct English) expressions by people who ought to know better. A few on my mind lately include: One does not “home in on” something. One “hones in on” it. [UPDATE: I…

  • Regrets Upon Death

    Regrets Upon Death

    The top five regrets of the dying. As the year closes, and as we sweep away the past and look to the blank slate of the future, many of us are making “resolutions” or at the least setting their intentions.

  • Call To Stop Child Sex Trafficking At The Super Bowl [UPDATED]

    You might be surprised to know the the Super Bowl is one of the largest events to spur demand for the sexual exploitation of children every year. According to change.org: Texas Attorney General Abbott is taking a stand and has prepared a task force to identify and respond to traffickers who plan to sell children at…

  • Bad News From The Skies

    I recently learned something that I simply refuse to believe. You see, an article recently made it clear to me that I have had my zodiac sign wrong since I discovered horoscopes. It turns out that the world has shifted since the ancient Babylonians originally parsed out the skies into the zodiac, and whereas I…

  • Man Attacked; Onlookers Film And Do Nothing

    This is the kind of world we live in. Sunday before last, about 7:15pm, Allen Haywood was on his way home from working out at the gym. He had a gym bag and a book. He leaned against the wall, reading, waiting for his Metro train at L’Enfant Plaza station. He felt a whack on…

  • Farewell Martin

    I learned yesterday that a friend had taken his own life. I knew him some, but not well. It makes me wish I had taken the time to get to know him better when I could. It makes me angry and hurt all at once. Martin was a photographer. He sometimes shared his work with…