I ‘m having one of those days where it’s not so much that I don’t have anything to say as that I’ve got a lot to say, but it isn’t coordinated and it isn’t very important. Part of that is caused, I think, by the fact that I don’t  have anything to read.  I finished…

I told you.  I’m just making up titles for a while here. But seriously, it’s Sunday. And I did actually get to sleep in this morning, meaning I didn’t get up until half past five. But it’s not the usual calm day, because I’ve got a lot of running around to do.  And then tomorrow…

I’m having one of those days when part of me wants to write just to write, and part of me wants to take the tea into the living room and read something, even though I have nothing in particular to read. I mean, I have stuff.  But nothing…oh, you know what I mean. Anyway, I…

Don’t ask me where I get these titles.  More than half the time, I don’t know.  Sometimes I think the most difficult thing about writing this blog is figuring out what to call posts.  And that’s especially true in the morning. I am actually feeling a little better this morning, although I’m at that stage…

Never mind.  I’m really out of it at the moment.  I don’t know if I’m making any sense at all. But I thought I’d check in, and say the following: It’s true enough that we in the West are past the point where we ever could be proud of imperialism or colonialism–but have you noticed,…

This is going to be short and incoherent.  I-think-I’m-getting-a-cold has changed to I-definitely-have-one.  I came home from class yesterday feeling half dead.  And I arrived a bit with sweet tea and dinner, but not much. This morning I just feel like my head is full of cotton wool. I just wanted to point out that:…

So it’s the day after Columbus Day, and I would have posted this yesterday, except that the inevitable happened on a three day week-end:  that cold or whatever it is that has been threatening to hit me all week landed on my head. That, and I had a screaming fight with Matt the night before. …

So, every once in a while there gets to be a day that I look at and don’t know what to do with.  I don’t mean a particularly bad day, or even a particularly good one.  I mean one that’s just sort of sideways.  Yesterday was a day like that. Let’s start out with the…

And I’m doing it again, with the spelling of weekend. But it is a three day weekend for me, three days when I have no need to get up at any particular time. These days, that’s how I tend to define “time off.”  There isn’t any day when I do no work at all, except…

So, I’ve been thinking about this. I think it’s really hard to credit just how singular the reaction to Judaism and Jews has been throughout history.  Yes, of course we resent middlemen and we want to scapegoat ‘the other,” but no other ethnic or religious group has been the subject of repeated calls to wipe…