Thursday Morning
Aug. 16th, 2007 02:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
arisbeSo thirty years ago today I am for some reason sitting in a chiropractor's waiting room with my future father in law when the radio says something about the death of Elvis. When I ask idly about details somebody says something about a heart attack while f*cking a sheep. Somehow I now remember this as his pet goat, the memory no doubt drawn into the orbit of POTUS.
My Russell Kirk article is in the hands of the editor, with no response. I really would like a reaction -- I am taking risks with this stuff, writing about serious matters in a nonacademic way for a generation (or two) who just weren't there then. I started something about Richard Weaver, which turned out to be more about the deaths of Albert Ellis and Robert Anton Wilson, and my wife can't make head or tale of it. Tail. Whatever.
Need to add a para to Theosis in White Harlem, but want to ask one of the subjects whether he's OK about my mentioning some personal details about his background.
Should maybe finish Confessions of a Working Class Catholic Intellectual...
Meanwhile some people still have too much time on their hands. The other night I downloaded a four hundred page grammar of Modern Indo-European written by a bunch of linguists in Spain who want the European Union to use it as an alternative to English as a common language. I am not making this up, people. You can't make this stuff us. Neo-proto-indo-european. Right. (Whatever happened to Interlingua?)
http://indo-european.eu/wiki/index.php/Main_Page
Since this is not Tuesday, you are spared the story of the Eight Hundred Martyrs of Otranto, which I got a day too late to be timely with it. Lucky you. Here's the link anyway:
http://chiesa.espresso.repubblica.it/dettaglio.jsp?id=161401&eng=y
My Russell Kirk article is in the hands of the editor, with no response. I really would like a reaction -- I am taking risks with this stuff, writing about serious matters in a nonacademic way for a generation (or two) who just weren't there then. I started something about Richard Weaver, which turned out to be more about the deaths of Albert Ellis and Robert Anton Wilson, and my wife can't make head or tale of it. Tail. Whatever.
Need to add a para to Theosis in White Harlem, but want to ask one of the subjects whether he's OK about my mentioning some personal details about his background.
Should maybe finish Confessions of a Working Class Catholic Intellectual...
Meanwhile some people still have too much time on their hands. The other night I downloaded a four hundred page grammar of Modern Indo-European written by a bunch of linguists in Spain who want the European Union to use it as an alternative to English as a common language. I am not making this up, people. You can't make this stuff us. Neo-proto-indo-european. Right. (Whatever happened to Interlingua?)
http://indo-european.eu/wiki/index.php/Main_Page
Since this is not Tuesday, you are spared the story of the Eight Hundred Martyrs of Otranto, which I got a day too late to be timely with it. Lucky you. Here's the link anyway:
http://chiesa.espresso.repubblica.it/dettaglio.jsp?id=161401&eng=y