Ghulf Genes

A while back now—could it have been as far back as April? probably—our bird feeder got clogged up and needed cleaning. In the process, unab...

In 1959 Brigitte and I took a minor part in the seventeenth Great Pilgrimage in Trier, Germany, and saw there the Holy Robe on display. This...

By no means every four years but every now and ten, I can’t help but to ponder what politics might be like in the United States if we had a...

How well artificial intelligence (AI) works these days appears to depend on the quality of your pronunciation. Elegant speech (such as Brig...

Back in March of 2013, in a post on media reform, I made a parenthetical comment about X-Files, the TV series, saying that while virtually a...

Calm as a rock, sharp as a blade, Straight as a ray, high as a hawk Sane as the day, hard as a jade. Rare is this state, deep as a loch. ...

One of the subjects on which I often muse when walking Katie—officially Canis lupus familiaris , in pop language “dog” or “beagle”—is the p...

As every year, so this year too, the subject of April arises now that the month has made its appearance, introducing itself with a rea...

In that strange title above  my reference is to the year’s Dominical Letters. 2016 is a leap year, and all such years have two such letters....

When the Kentucky governor, Matt Bevin, suggested last month that students majoring in French literature should not receive state funding f...

Ash Wednesday came yesterday and Fat Tuesday (Mardi Gras) the day before. Therefore we are now in the Lenten Season. That season, measured ...

Let me look back 84 years from MMXVI to MCMXXXII. Why? As a little exercise in retrospection to a day, January 31, 1932, when Brigitte was ...

Not so curiously (when I think about it) gloomy, coldish, and wet weather brings to my mind that interesting seventeenth, eighteenth centur...