My Cracked Kettle

Language is a cracked kettle on which we bang out tunes to make the bears dance, when what we long for is to move the stars to pity.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Thank You, CBS

Friday, March 21, 2008

Paul Scofield, dead at 86







Arguably the greatest actor in the English speaking world, of his generation.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Mum on the "Distant Drummer"



Sailing in the San Juan Islands, Washington State, Summer 1999. Just back from New Zealand, before I moved to DC to attend graduate school at Univ. of Maryland, College Park. Wayne and Cheryl invited Danis, Mum, younger sister Kelly, and I on their sailboat for a week.
If Heaven exists, it's in the Northwest, and it has teak decks.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

I made it into the Daily Dish

Saturday, March 01, 2008

Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose PART II

Friday, February 29, 2008

Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose



Wednesday, February 27, 2008

William F. Buckley, Jr. 1925-2008



William F. Buckley died this morning, at his home in Stamford, Connecticut, age 82.

I wrote a paper in my first year of graduate school: No Enemies on the Right?: William F. Buckley, Jr. and National Review vs. Robert Welch and the John Birch Society, 1958-1965. Mr. Buckley declined to answer any of my questions concerning the conflict with the Birchers, "everything I have to say on Welch, I said in 1965." He did, however, give me a letter authorizing access to his donated papers at Yale.

I haven't had the opportunity to use it, but one day I might.

What can you say about a man who could write:
"I am, I fully grant, a phenomenon, but not because of any speed in composition, I asked myself the other day, 'Who else, on so many issues, has been so right so much of the time?' I couldn't think of anyone."


Requiscat in Pacem