In Which Your Humble Blogger agrees with the Sages that there is no redundancy in Scripture, that what appears to be duplication is actually giving different angles or connotations, and that much can be learned from that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger sometimes gets that green ink on the ball of the thumb and the inside of the last knuckle of the forefinger, and soap won’t get that off the skin. Shampoo works, though.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is frustrated and annoyed by technology. Surprise! This time it happened on a Tuesday.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is just tipping the old head to see what comes out the ears.
In Which Your Humble Blogger believes that comments here are broken for the moment, so that’s another part of the whole death of blogging thing, innit?
In Which Your Humble Blogger starts with politics, and could have explicitly ended with politics, but it’s better implicit, really, and besides there really is a larger point.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t actually remember that far back.
In Which Your Humble Blogger also notes that the local paper has admirably refrained from coy locutions about the Mayor’s Spouse being the First Whatever of the City.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is reminded that the Latin tag of this Tohu Bohu is both a rallying cry and a simple and empirical description of the universe.