Ghulf Genes

My use of the word “revisited” above is a nod to an earlier entry on my (these days) much-neglected economics blog called LaMarotte. There ...

Thin water (call it that) but it is everywhere, Insistently covering, coating everything— Pebbles, grass, swaths of concrete, tracks of...

Say you’re at the middle of a bridge—say it is the Seine River in Paris. You’re looking upriver, meaning that the water is approaching yo...

In the wake of the Great Recession, I had been charting employment growth/decline monthly on LaMarotte . I’d started in March 2011. For yea...

…well, the truth is, at root (thus from the view of etymology), strongly anchored in such concepts as faith, adherence, and loyalty. It cam...

What with Trump embracing Netanyahu, I noticed an odd fact about Rex Tillerson, Trump’s choice as the new Secretary of State. Tillerson has...

Our own Wolverine Drive follows the shoreline of Wolverine Lake, lake-side properties on one, inland-properties on its other side. Wolverin...

If our family has a patron saint, it must be St. Martin of Tours, in France. Who, by the way, selects one’s patron saint? Must happen at a ...

Monique and John spent Christmas in Glens Falls, NY with the East Coast branch of the extended family. It snowed tons there while here a w...

A radicalized octogenarian? That sounds like a contrarian description— Given that most octomen or octodames Can’t even walk without a...

On the last day of this sorry year, by way of a minute thumb on the scale to set the true weight right again, I will mention one of my co...

One way to assess the year just past is to see how it looked when its sun was still under the horizon. The last posts of 2015—one of which ...

One sometimes wakes up from what feels like a dream, but the only residue is a single word. That happened to me last night; and the harvest ...

Those who’ve wondered what it might be like to be in the sky inside wondrous clouds massively crowding a blue sky would have their answer th...

Herewith the following splendid photo. It comes from my oldest friend, Philip Cavanaugh. The letter that brought it explains what is shown h...

I’ve never earned a penny for making a public speech—but presumably they weren’t altogether free. I spoke as a representative of institutio...

Brigitte named our presumably last Black Swallowtail this season Terpsichore—quite intuitively, I might add, because she’d forgotten how to ...

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...