Ecclesiastes 1:1-2
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets through two whole verses, mostly by skipping the whole Solomon question, and also skipping that word ‘words’ at the beginning. There’s a midrash about that word, you know.
Ecclesiastes: it begins
In Which Your Humble Blogger lays out a plan of attack. That’ll last a few verses, I betcha.
Rain, the weather’s fine
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In Which Your Humble Blogger grew up in the desert.
Baseball, ten years on
In Which Your Humble Blogger is unsure why the Kansas City Royals didn’t make that list. Because they certainly qualified as a poorly-run lousy team from 2001-2003, and they have been pretty much crap ever since. But hey, eighty-three wins! That’s not bad. Not exactly.
Sing Like a Pirate Day
In Which Your Humble Blogger is a broken man on a Halifax pier.
Sukkot, Study, something
In Which Your Humble Blogger would like to welcome all you Gentle Readers into the Sukkah, only frankly we haven’t even finished building it yet.
Why not Hartford?
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In Which Your Humble Blogger knows very well why not Hartford, but still. Why not Hartford?
Hours or Whores
In Which Your Humble Blogger just likes dick jokes.
Step by Step, the Longest March
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In Which Your Humble Blogger still misses the metaphors, but that’s really my problem, not anyone else’s.
Another Audition Monologue, part the fifth
In Which Your Humble Blogger will know tomorrow, probably.