tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66213092011-04-21T16:10:18.950-05:00Some thoughts of mine.Remigiusnoreply@blogger.comBlogger571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621309.post-11694463288677013742008-11-04T22:07:00.002-06:002008-11-04T22:17:37.793-06:00

You heard it here first. Congratulations, Mr. President-Elect.

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Just watching the first presidential debate - I have to laugh. Even in a question about the relationship of the US to Russia, how often was Dmitri Medvedev mentioned? ZERO times. No respect, none at all. On the plus side, presumably it lowers expectations!

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No particular reason, just a good time to update.M: Started pre-K two weeks ago. Today was her first day to be the "leader", which the kids apparently really want to do. Leader consists of ringing the bell at circle time, and perhaps holding a book, it's not clear. She obsesses about school; Saturday is a sad day because there is no school, and the mornings before it (she is in a

Remigiusnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621309.post-33410124810988938662008-08-23T18:30:00.002-05:002008-08-23T18:32:23.825-05:00

The setup: I am singing K's goodnight song, while V tries to deal with a pestering M.M: Excuse me. Excuse me!V: Daddy hears you, but you just have to wait.M: But I don't know how to wait.(Laughter)M: Twelve-year olds know how to wait.We can only hope.

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To my mind, few lives capture the inherent puzzle of the 20th century, perhaps defined as the time between the Great War and fall of the Soviet Union (or should it be the September 11th attacks?), than those of Karel Wojtyla (Pope John Paul II) and Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn. Both of them knew the inherent contradictions of Communist rule, but refused to spare the excesses of "the West" against

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The past week I finally started seeing a few stations offering gas for less than four dollars per gallon. Well, that is not technically true - there is one on the way home from church that has a sign for $2.50 or so. It has also been closed for over a year.What makes this interesting is that it is now cheaper for me to take the train (and bike or get a ride the last 3 miles or so) taking only

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Recall that Dog Days was part of Book Blog #2. For your reading pleasure and enlightenment, we present part 2 of this post, featuring three recent tomes of very different ideas, but ultimately all about radical change. Two succeed in convincing me and one doesn't, though that was the most interesting of all of them.Norman Davies' monumental (so much so that the New York Times review makes

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A brief post - just tracked down the blogs of some sweet friends who lived here only a year but touched our hearts very much during that time. Please welcome Dr. Bingpickler's Epistemological Time Pone and Earthenware Vessel to our blogroll. Note that Dr. Bingpickler does not appear to update as frequently as Earthenware Vessel, so he ends up in the "Blogs on Hold" for now - but there's always

Remigiusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621309.post-63450149668882930782008-03-13T15:18:00.002-05:002008-03-13T15:48:31.668-05:00

Wow, it's been close to three months since I last updated here. To be fair, we've had two birthday parties, an adoption party, a conference, Christmas, a choir concert, usual hectic work, volunteering, church schedules... Enough self-congratulation! There's no excuse for not updating a blog read by literally twos of people. First things first - hat tip and congratulations to Crossroads on the

Remigiusnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621309.post-50733917367476004312007-12-18T19:43:00.000-06:002007-12-18T19:52:33.826-06:00

I haven't used the Blogger picture option yet, because I am old-school enough to yearn for the days of coding your own HTML (which, of course, takes far too long for me) and saving precious bandwidth. But a recent event calls for one. Here is a snowman with V, M, and K after our recent big snowfall. What fun!So what's the big news? On Monday, we went to the local juvenile courthouse and waited

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Sometimes I really hate where I live. It is strange, because there are many good things about it, and I am usually very flexible about different cultures and so on. And in fact, the climate, which many people bemoan, is no problem for me at all in general.But I really, really hate it when the whole infrastructure of a wealthy society can't deal with snow. I love snow. Snow is great, it's my

Remigiusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621309.post-7570291702506964722007-10-26T19:47:00.000-05:002007-10-26T20:08:34.193-05:00

M seems to have the past tense down fairly well by now. Yet, it is almost exclusively in the regular form. What do they call this - she doesn't conjugate strong verbs correctly? That is, she "taked", not took, and "breaked", not broke, various items. She does have "did" and "saw" now, where she at least occasionally said "doed" and "seed". K, of course, is currently working on "ga" and "da"

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COME, said the Muse, Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted, Sing me the Universal. In this broad Earth of ours, Amid the measureless grossness and the slag, Enclosed and safe within its central heart, Nestles the seed Perfection. By every life a share, or more or less, None born but it is born—conceal’d or unconceal’d, the seed is waiting. - part I of "Song of the Universal" from

Remigiusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621309.post-6879799405871649752007-08-31T19:23:00.000-05:002007-08-31T20:22:13.710-05:00

Ah, the end of August, when Sirius slowly slides from its dominance...what has this brought in the Remigius household?Some good books, for one thing. Perhaps this is sort of Book Blog #2, with a few additions. The Harry Potter finale was truly resplendent, even as many readers were disappointed that it betrayed itself as a "children's book after all" (I cannot find the otherwise cool review

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Urban (or semi-urban) gardening has been all the rage for years now. What? You didn't know that? Oh, that's right, it's not the rage, but it should be. Witness today's article on the BBC website about industrial-scale vertical urban agriculture, brainchild of some Columbia academics. Nary a mention of thousands of small plots scattered throughout the country already, on a more friendly scale

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Happy Mother's Day to all who are mothers! And for that matter, to those who are expecting to be shortly.I got thinking a bit as I've been 'mother' to K this long weekend while V and M went to my sister-in-law's graduation - congrats, Auntie Ah-ah! It's sad that his mother isn't with him for it, but also a great blessing for me to experience giving love to a new little guy. Presumably most

Remigiusnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621309.post-1173105370668509012007-04-15T15:31:00.000-05:002007-04-15T14:48:55.893-05:00

It's been a very, very busy time in the Remigius household lately. That doesn't mean there haven't been things to think about - quite the contrary! From good posts at Crossroads through a new long-term visitor in our house to lots of fun guessing M's latest words, enjoy a sampler.I had intended to comment on this post, which is largely about the choices of when and what to buy, even after you

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Today, M and I stayed home from church due to her having the croupe. What is interesting about this is that we also have a new visitor in the house, a not-quite-two-week-old boy in foster placement, so I was alone with both for a while. Nothing unusual to most of the moms out there, I am sure - but new for me. Of course, he is so little and she was so out of it that it wasn't a really big deal

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The first time I visited New Orleans, it was for a wedding, about 10 years ago. I think the wedding itself was here, the bride and groom had just graduated from here, I had great gumbo here, I rode this streetcar line, stayed with someone teaching in this program, and in general had myself a grand old time, along with my two travel buddies. The second time I visited New Orleans, it was for a

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Seems like my once-a-month idea has become more of a once-a-quarter update lately. This is what M does. I have to admit that my extremely limited internet free time (not that I'm complaining; I am thankful to have my job, but it leads to little R&R) has been embroiled in pursuing an undefeated fantasy football season. You might guess I have LaDainian Tomlinson as my feature running back.

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I love languages, and I love trying to understand even bits of one I don't know. But I sure wish my daughter would speak English sometimes! It usually takes several tries for us to figure out what a vocalization means, if we're lucky. However, she's quite reliable once we know what it is, though the sound distinctions would be tough to catch even for a seasoned linguist in the field.With that

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Once again, life intervenes in the goal of blogging monthly; over three months of silence. Having a toddler will do that to one. But I've definitely not left; in fact, I've found plenty of interesting tidbits to share with the wider reading public (of 5-10 people). Nothing deep at all, not really, but some things I found amusing which I encountered over the course of a full summer. Perhaps

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Since, as far as I know, my readership is no bigger than the listenership of this fine podcast, the world did not shake at my three-month hiatus since M's birthday. Besides, I still update more frequently than the owners of many other blogs. Suffice it to say that after a wonderful long weekend trip to a totally new part of the country, a new assignment at work totally crushed my purposely

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Today is M's first birthday! Boy, did we have a great weekend.My folks swung through town in honor of this happy occasion. They were able to take M on several nice walks, enjoying the wind and sun the past few days. It is great to have supportive grandparents - whether near or far, they all love our child.On Saturday we went to the local aquarium. It is not the best one in the country, but it

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Emotions can prevent clear thinking, oftentimes. But sometimes they do the opposite...I saw the film Downfall (Untergang) not long ago. It is a very humanized portrayal of the last days of the Third Reich, mostly taking place in the infamous bunker under Berlin. Indeed, seeing Hitler, Goebbels, Eva Braun and the rest as believable characters may have made the film even more disturbing. It is

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As the 12th day of Christmas winds to a close, perhaps it's time to reflect on the little things the season brings. I think it's clear, even to a non-believer, that it was a pretty big surprise that the seemingly illegitimate son of an artisan in Roman-occupied Palestine would attract so much attention, even from shepherds or astrologers. Certainly it's a surprise that God would vindicate this

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I don't usually like to promote overhyped media creations. But I think this may be the real deal. I won't be able to attend the special screening near here next week, but I hope to see it in theaters in January. Here's a tiny piece of the story:In January 1956 Nate Saint and Jim Elliot along with three other missionaries were killed while making contact with the Waodani tribe of Ecuador. As a

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Just a little shout-out to Crossroads and other long-time readers of this poor excuse for a blog:Remember way back when, the days when we were foolishly thinking parenthood would be fun and games and ... well, we never thought that. But there was this amazing book about pregnancy and everything else in life that we read. Well, V, M, and I all got to hear the author speak today about how our

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Sometimes you can recover a lot of meaning and ideas from one experience. I'm not talking about the obvious, like births or deaths, and I'm not referring to the notion that "everything has many levels of meaning" like a good postmodernist (whether or not that sentiment is true). I just mean that sometimes one event, of no particular significance in itself, makes me think enough about several

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You decide what these are about. I sincerely hope both these links will be dead within a week. My guess is that it has something to do with spam, but I'm not sure what. Actually it probably wouldn't be too hard to set up a script to do these automatically - Staging Point, what do you think?Look here and here.

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My freshman-year roommate in college was a big fan of Depeche Mode. He also played several other groups on endless repeat on the CD player (the one I wasn't allowed to touch because it was a Christmas gift from his mom - which, to be fair, was his mom's rule, not his), including Ace of Base, Tina Turner et al., and various 80's music, but this was his defining music, I think. Since I had few

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You may have thought I had lots of time recently to post, and then all of a sudden must have dropped off the planet. Wrong! I didn't have that much time to post, but at least did more than once a month. However, two very big things intervened.First, I was reminded of one of the very first posts, as my mother's brother passed away. That meant a last-second trip to Europe, and I may blog about

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Hey, who doesn't like exploring a new game? I sure do. Especially nice relaxing weekend afternoon backyard games. T and I were over at B's place not long ago, and T suggests playing a round of Ladder Golf. Ladder Golf, you say? What is this thing, Ladder Golf? I am picturing taking my 9-iron and aiming for a basket perched atop a fully extended fire engine ladder here.Instead, it proved to

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For some time I have been interested in lost continents (I am not referring to this, so don't even think it) or other interesting puzzles about discovery. Legendary among these questions is that of who really discovered America - assuming "discover" means "first contact by non-indigenous explorers"?One intriguing idea is that the first discoverers were Irish monks. There are legendary writings

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I got this link from the humble narrator of The Staging Point. It is truly grotesque. On the plus side, it's not exactly making shoes for Nike; on the minus side, remind me why there is a market for non-existent gold again? And everyone who works in an office nowadays knows there are plenty of related health issues in so-called white-collar professions as in others. Scary.The story.

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Walking down the street to work, I pass by a family clinic's parking lot. Usually it is empty (there is another, more accessible parking lot on the other side of the building) but today it was not. To be precise, a new-looking automobile was crashed into the entrance gate. No one was in sight.I just don't get things like this. First off, the gate is perpetually open. I think at one time it

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Baby ShakesBaby CakesHoney Bear Sweetest of the PeasSquirmin' MirminCutesBabiesCrabbiesHicksterRollzerChowhoundHappy GirlSmile TimeCutest Baby Ever(among others)The weirdest story so far: many college buds converged on local municipal zoo for Memorial Day weekend to meet M. While waiting for them to arrive, a roving bird divebombs M in her stroller, under the sunshield and gets her dead on!

Remigiusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621309.post-1115055535850816392005-05-16T18:30:00.000-05:002005-05-16T18:11:38.446-05:00

With the rising pitch over the past decade in politics, I decided to check out some of the loudest proponents of the Left and Right (capitalized with Irony), or at least the offerings in print I could find at the local library. After all, my various friend bloggers occasionally deal with such items as the death toll in Iraq, environmentalism, rich oil companies, or whiny liberals. Although

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So that's not the only near-death experience I had at church during the last few months. Not so long ago, we had a very large storm, and as a result a lot of water made it into the organ chamber where our very fine vintage organ is located. This is due to a small addition made to the church about 15 years ago - the back end of the organ pipe area was covered by a new vinyl siding structure,

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Not that anyone really will miss it if it dies. But it's a good thing to keep up. Practice writing and all that. However, the things I've been up to have not really changed. Taking care of M and waiting on job issues really is about it beyond work of various kinds. Some of the things I should have posted about are the following: The death of John Paul II. Child care. Earthquakes in

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Well, finally the little one is here - hooray! After 42 hours of labor (not all hard, of course) V gave birth to M, a delightful little girl. The family is very proud. It's hard to know what to say other than that we are so thankful that V and M came through healthy, especially given that V did need some medication at one point because she probably would not have had the energy to push if she

Remigiusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621309.post-1102778915722019442005-02-05T21:26:00.000-06:002005-02-05T23:33:31.716-06:00

I decided to break this post up into two parts for browsing ease. Unfortunately, I was 90% complete when I stupidly closed my browser instead of just some other window. So, a month and a half later, here are more books to think about. In this post, I consider the following three books, rather different from the previous trio. Kon-Tiki, by Heyerdahl The Dark Knight Returns, by Miller Die

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Finally finished turning in grades. V could blow any day now (her words), and I haven't read enough new books lately to warrant actually catching up and doing the second Book Blog. And anyway, I think we have other priorities than updating this, don't we? But then the prospect of going by the entire month of January without a post seemed too sad, so here it is. Pumpkin Pancakes. Yum! R flew

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It seems natural that with a sidebar including books I am reading and have recently read that I might comment on those books occasionally. So we begin a new feature here - the Book Blog. There are other book blogs, but there is only one that I write. And this might end up being the only one, so get your fill now. Especially since it took me three months to finally write this. Note: I am

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Today is my second wedding anniversary. Yay, us! I have a number of gmail invitations - let me know via comment. Things have been a little more hectic than anticipated; book blog still cooking, but slowly. The presidential race is still very much up for grabs. I need to write an exam.

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Two items which have sparked a rage on the blogosphere the last few days. Well, sort of. At any rate on my personal blogosphere. So here are some hastily composed, possibly not-yet-ripe, thoughts on two items. Item 1: This article is truly fascinating. I make no claims for the accuracy, but I do remember hearing about this 60 Minutes thing and that it was possibly a forgery. I am not sure

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So a couple of my friends have been giving their thoughts on 'essential texts' lately. Probably if you care enough to read this, you should read their thoughts first, but whatever. M mentioned this topic about two and a half months ago and R (or is that D?) put together his own thoughts recently. The comments on the latter one are of interest; unfortunately, B doesn't really blog, per se, other

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Now I'm not exactly what you would call a political junkie, and I'm certainly not a policy wonk. Those who know me well would probably say I am unaccountably conservative regarding certain issues and alarmingly liberal on others - sometimes I feel like I take the least cool position possible. And frankly, on a lot of (especially microeconomic) issues there is simply so much data out there that

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Back from a blogging break... and I probably needed that much time to process everything anyway. What a whirlwind it was three weeks ago! Some impressions: Walking in a long line, all clad alike in robes of the highest honor. Striding purposefully past the seat of learning, confident the trust placed in your collective minds by society is well-deserved. Meeting the naked sun confidently,

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I finish two very large milestones in my life in the next two weeks. One involves a heavy-duty piece of equipment with over 10 tons of tension, the other involves a (hopefully) sunny early summer afternoon with my family and, later, with friends. I will just be glad to have them done, though. In the meantime, Memorial Day weekend involved my friend C buying an iPod, tossing water balloons

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I never thought it could happen. It was just like TV. Just ... like ... TV. In slow motion and everything. B and T, who were there, agree. The setup: The three of us went to attend an athletic event. (It is not important which event.) Upon arrival, there was a small crowd, but still larger than we had expected, so we decided to wait a little to get food until the lines had died down. The

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"Johnny Goldstein? "Hey, Johnny, how's it going? Peter Jacobs here. "Oh, just fine, just fine... listen, I got a little question for ya. "You know those finance apprenticeships your VP has? You still got one of those open for the fiscal year? "Yeah, that's it, the ones we train for the overseas departments... Listen, ya think you got some of those left? "Uh-huh. "Uh-huh. "Oh, yeah, one of

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Recently V and I saw a couple different movies. One was Oscar contender Mystic River; more recently, in fact just the day before Easter, we finally saw The Passion of the Christ. These are both very emotionally powerful films. So it's not unexpected that I had powerful reactions to both. What surprised me was the timing of those reactions. I found the ending to Mystic River so incredibly

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I am continually astounded by how the comics have changed since I was young. Not that they are more political - Pogo comes to mind, for one, but also the many vaguely patriotic comics of days gone by (Terry and the Pirates?) - but that they are either openly hostile to the status quo, or make ever more erudite references than before. You don't see much Ziggy or Family Circus nowadays, though

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More to remind myself... There are now some links and other such nonsense in the sidebar. It seems unlikely that I will update them in a very timely fashion, but maybe reading this post every so often will encourage me. I don't foresee anyone else inspiring me to do it.

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With the passing of Dr. L's husband, it seems appropriate to place my 'first' post here. His death was very peaceful, and family was there the last time he was alert - a good end, I think. Dr. L is a bit of a workaholic - already seeing her again Saturday. But each of us deals differently to death. Even for those who have hope for the resurrection, the parting here is sorrowful. From February

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The other day, I was trying to eat lunch outside. It was a little blustery, and I do enjoy reading a book while I munch, so I had a tricky go of it. Still, all was well until this amazingly forward squirrel starts going for my peanut butter. I'm not particularly fond of the local variety, mostly because they are incredibly fat from eating all the garbage around here. They are not the type of

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