Saturday, March 31, 2007

TRP's fearless 2007 MLB Predictions

Haven't studied too hard this year. I lost last year to Pankleb, but Pankleb was 10th best in the COUNTRY. Seriously, I'm honored to have lost to him.

He owes me a 12-inch sub sandwich, and I owe him a large bag of chips. I am challenging him for a 32-ounce soda.


Arizona 90-72
Los Angeles 86-76
San Diego 85-77
Colorado 80-82
San Francisco 74-88


Milwaukee 89-73
St. Louis 87-75
Cubs 84-78
Cincinnati 81-81
Houston 79-83
Pittsburgh 70-92


Philadelphia 91-71
New York 83-79
Atlanta 79-83
Florida 69-93
Washington 58-104


Los Angeles of Anaheim 88-74
Oakland 84-78
Seattle 79-83
Texas 76-86


Detroit 93-69
Chicago White Sox 89-73
Cleveland 85-77
Minnesota 83-79
Kansas City 65-97


Yankees 93-69
Boston 91-71
Toronto 83-79
Baltimore 68-94
Tampa Bay 68-94


NL Divisional: St. Louis over Philadelphia, Arizona over Milwuakee
AL Divisional: Detroit over Boston, Yankees over LA of Anaheim
NLCS: Arizona over St. Louis
ALCS: Detroit over Yankees
World Series: Detroit over Arizona.

My childhood favorite team comes through.

I thought Milwaukee was a bit too chic of a pick, but then I looked at their lineup and rotation and bought into it. They'll wilt in the playoffs, however. I like Brandon Webb and Randy Johnson (who will hang in there, I predict) in any playoff series...

except against the Tigers, who have added pop and whose pitchers feel damn young and good.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

My wife makes me giggle


At what age do you think our children will know all of the major league caps?

To give you a frame of reference, I actually can't remember a time where I didn't know who wore all the baseball hats and football helmets. I may have been born with this knowledge.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007


Last week, I was chatting with one my school's AP Calculus teachers.

I took AP Calc as a junior back in 1987. I was the first junior in the history of my high school to take it. Everyone had plans for me to be a math/science stud forever. But I caught the humanities bug in HS and that pretty well took care of it for me. I haven't taken a math or science class since then, and that includes my senior year in high school. I'm a tad embarrassed by that, but I stand by the decision. I'm happy now...but I'm poor.

Anyway, we were chatting. Sometimes teachers are surprised to learn I've got some game outside the humanities. He was impressed to find that I got a 4 on the exam 20 years ago.

This got me curious. Given that I haven't even thought about calculus in 20 years, how long would it take for me to get it back? Especially given that my brain seems to be turning to a less-tasty version of tapioca pudding?

My friend said he could have me passing the AP Calculus exam in a month.

HUH? I utterly doubt him.

Now, here's the funny thing. So today, my wife is cleaning her shelves off, and found an all-but-forgotten Calculus textbook she's set to unload. I ask for it, and what do you know...someone else claims it!

Anyhoo...I'm curious. Do you think I could pass the AP Calculus test in a month? I mean with relatively normal cramming.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Let's hope this is right...

Sports Illustrated is reporting that Joe Theismann is out! To be replaced by someone much better at the job!

We lose Maguire one year, then Theismann the next. Thank GOD. I can listen to the announcers next year, for the first time in three years.

Holy crap!

I nailed all of the final 4, and seven of the final 8. I am currently in the top one-half of one percent of all 3 million entries! I'm number 13,265! I'm number 13,265!

I'm looking pretty strong for winning my office pool...if it's a Florida/G'Town final, I'm pretty well guaranteed. What shall I do with the sixty bucks?

UPDATE: OK, so I'm not that special.

It's been a hell of a year for me in this regard...I won my fantasy football league and my yearly underdog pool, netting me an iPod.

Remember, kids, as Jim tells us...always bet on sports.

Anyway, below is an update on my brackets. My High Grad Rates bracket will beat my Low Grad Rates bracket if Georgetown wins on Saturday.

TRP 1: Actual 1090 99.5 13265

TRP Random Number 870 68.5 926222

TRP Coin Flip 240 0.4 2927389

TRP low grad rates 410 1.8 2888108

TRP High Grad Rates 340 0.9 2912581

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Another student mystery

What exactly are these "traditional gender rolls" that my students keep writing about?

Butter-filled melt-in-your-mouth lusciousness? Or is it a heterosexual tryst in the hay?

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Slippery When Wet

My students keep writing about how difficult situations result in a "viscous circle."

What exactly are viscous circles, and why are we so alarmed about them?

Today at the burrito restaurant...

I saw a woman with two children. Girl about 8, boy about 6. She made them promise to be on their absolute best behavior. She then let them go where they wanted in the restaurant while she stepped up to order. Shortly thereafter, they played with the spigot on the water dispenser, letting a good amount splash to the floor. This only stopped when the guy at the counter pointed it out to her. They then resumed running around the restaurant. About a minute later, the girl came up and complained the boy was pinching her. Woman grabbed the boy by the wrist (not threateningly or violently) and had the following conversation.

WOMAN: You promised you'd behave!
BOY: (unintelligible, he's facing away from me)
WOMAN: Yes, but your manners suck!

I double-taked, and asked my wife: "Did I just hear that?" I did.

She then gave each child their own bottle of root beer.

If ever I'm scared about starting a family, I'll remember this moment and know that I'm better than that.

My mean, mean Ipod machine...

My wife blogs about a phenomenon we've noticed recently since we've each bought gizmos that broadcast our Ipods to our car antennae so we can listen to them in the car. If we pass someone else with the same gizmo (or perhaps with Sirius or XM systems, which work similarly), we sometimes can hear just a smidge of a song from the nearby car.

This happened to me recently after a HS basketball game. I returned to my car, and much to my surprise, some fairly hard-core rap song was blaring in it. Huh?

But then I started my gizmo.

Tori Amos, "Silent All These Years."

I genuinely hope it blasted his rap away. And I'd love to have seen the guy's face when it did.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Gee, teacher, who pissed in your coffee this morning?

Damn, I hate it when that question isn't a metaphor.

Another reason not to teach junior high. Or drink coffee...

Monday, March 19, 2007

As I was saying earlier...

On my Google New York Times Feed, these two headlines appear back to back:

Detainee Said to Confess Role in Cole Bombing
Detainee Alleges He Was Beaten in US Custody

Sunday, March 18, 2007

At what point...

is Dick Vitale going to rupture his damn vocal cords so we can all end this two-decade long misery?

(To be fair, I once liked Dick Vitale.

For about a week and a half.

When I was twelve.)

I've been won over by the train.

I graded papers, I watched a movie, I listened to my Ipod, I ate...and I didn't have to worry about driving. That's worth the extra money...way, way worth it. Not for two people, mind you, but definitely for one. If I can help it, I'll take the train for all of my future trips between Portland and Seattle. I'll also do as Fawn suggests and get myself a coupon book to make it even cheaper.

The stretch between Olympia and Tacoma is quite lovely--we're a few feet from the water, and it's quite lovely.

But not always.

Hey, guy at Saltar Point in Steilacoom who mooned the train as it passed! It's a shame you had to show me your best side, turd-boy!

I watched -Stranger than Fiction-, which is every bit as good the second time. I passed on -Dreamgirls- on the way home. But hey...two good movies ain't too bad. Especially when it's free...they let you use your own headphones if you have them.

Train! Abso-LUTELY!

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Because of Abu Ghraib and a policy of torture...

I can't celebrate this, because I don't know if it's a true confession.

Just talked to my former student on the phone.

She said she's not giving up. If she won't, I won't.

Instead of grading...

I filled out five brackets on, stealing a page from Jim's playbook.

The first one, I actually tried. Final four:
Florida, UCLA, G'Town, OSU. Florida over Georgetown in the final.

Then, I did my random number bracket.
Florida, UCLA, WSU, Memphis. Memphis over UCLA in the final.

Next, I did a bracket based on the teams' graduation rate. Low rate wins.

Jackson State, Kansas, New Mexico State, Memphis.
Jackson State over NMSU in a walk (Jackson State only graduates 46 percent of its athletes).

Then, the same, but high graduation rate wins:
Notre Dame, Duke, G'Town, Creighton.
Notre Dame over Georgetown (97% to 96%).

My last men's bracket was a coin-flip bracket:

Maryland, Southern Illinois, Washington State, Xavier
Xavier over Southern Illinois.

And lastly, my women's bracket.

Georgia, Maryland, UConn, Duke.
Duke over Maryland.

The big competition will be between my actually-trying predictions and the random-number bracket. I'm also curious as to which will score higher: low-grad rates or high-grad rates. The coin flip is in there just for stinkin' fun.

Monday, March 12, 2007


I made the mistake of taking a nap today. I was down for two hours. Stupid clock change. Now my wife is safely in bed and I'm up mulling over the impending death of a great kid.

Simply put, that's not a great place to go.

Death has only touched me occasionally in my life. I lost one grandfather in elementary school and the other as a junior in high school. I miss both greatly. I especially remember the grandfather I lost in high school--we were closer geographically, and I'd had a chance to get to know him better and longer. While it was hard when he died, it was after a solid 5-year battle with cancer (he'd been told he'd have 6 months to 2 years). I was certainly sad, but had had a lot of time to prepare for his passing. In fact, to hear my father tell the story of his last few hours, he probably held on too hard and too long. And he was 78 years old, so I didn't feel cheated or anything...just sad because I knew I'd miss the guy. I still do. I think about him often, especially when I open pickles on Christmas.

Incredibly, I haven't been really rocked by the death of a loved one since 1989...and since I'm faced with the death of another young woman, this memory is being unearthed lately.

Michelle, a great friend and occasional high school girlfriend, died in a car accident on February 11 of that year, my freshman year of college. She was a sweetheart--big smile, beautiful, kind as can be, and (much to my HS-low-self-esteem confusion) into me. I have many, many positive memories of her. She was the second girl I ever kissed, for instance. One day in chemistry, she remarked that her parents wouldn't be home that night. She basically dared me to come over to her house. I grabbed chemistry books as an alibi and headed over there in my Subaru, shaking with nerves the whole way. I got a big smile and an "I didn't think you'd show up!" Ah, life at sixteen...

I found out she died in a letter from another high school friend. She eased it into the letter in a paragraph between "I'm working very hard on the musical" and "I have a bad cold." There it was: "I'm sure you heard Michelle died last Saturday night..." Well, I hadn't. And that week of her funeral was the only time I had wished I'd gone to school in state. Michelle's death hit at what was already a low point at Kenyon for me...a month after arriving as a transfer, I hated my dorm, hated my roommate, hadn't yet made many friends, had been sorta jilted by a woman, and was questioning my decision to switch schools. News of Michelle's death came at that moment. It was not good timing. I'll never forget that bizarre the whole thing was. I dazedly walked around trying to figure out the appropriate way to act. Right off the bat, I went and bought a sympathy card, then looked up her family's address in the library. I did a listless Chasers rehearsal, hoping somebody would want to talk to me (nobody did). I decided to try to go to my afternoon classes, but when I found myself writing poetry about Michelle in the first class, I bagged on the second.

I remember spending the entire day doing a bizarre Sesame Street game. You know the Sesame Street thing where they combine sounds to make a word? "S.....UN. S...UN. S-UN. SUN!" I did that all day, trying to connect the concepts of "Michelle" and "dead." I understood Michelle...she was the cute girl back in Colorado who liked smiling and kissing me. I understood was when you stopped breathing and were stuck in the ground. Combining those two concepts was a hell of a task that day.

I tried crying. That didn't last long.

I then tried praying, but I didn't want to believe in God at that moment, so I postponed it.

Fortunately, some Kenyon friends did step up that day and just listened to me, and some Colorado friends who understood me were very nice to me on the phone.

One of them (Hiya, Brooklyn!) had been through something similar--one of his best friends had died in a light plane accident about a year earlier. He knew where I was and where I was going, and that was priceless.

It was Brooklyn who, years later, sort of framed the way I think of lost loved ones. Strangely, he did it by quoting an unexpected source: the movie Back To the Future II. I haven't seen the movie, but apparently, in the end, Marty thinks that Doc is dead, but Doc gets him a note that says that he shouldn't worry: Doc is alive and well and living in 1895.

Well, Michelle is alive and well and living in 1987, sitting in the seat behind me in Chemistry class, opening her front door with a surprised smile, and setting out a picnic with me in Bellevue Park...sitting there in my memory for good.

My grandfather is alive and well in 1982, opening a jar of pickles on Christmas, playing the organ, and developing film in his darkroom. In my memory. Forever.

Which leads me to my current problem.

As I ponder the upcoming death of my former student, I realize that this formerly comforting Back to the Future II thought is only good for making me feel better. It doesn't even out the injustice that this kid's death inflicts on the universe. For that matter, it doesn't mitigate the unfairness of Michelle's death nearly 20 years ago. It makes me feel better, but it doesn't give them the stolen years they each richly deserve. The "value the time you spent" card feels hollow at best and disingenuous at worst when placed next to the death of a young person. It doesn't address the unnaturalness of it all.

So here I am, mulling over the heavy stuff tonight.

There's little I can do. I'll offer to bring the family a dinner, which my fantastic wife has offered to cook. I'm grateful to Joe and Spoon for giving me the little kick in the ass I needed to volunteer to do that. 90% of life is showing up, so I'll at least try to do that.

The rest is me hashing it out with God. I know God's out there, and I know that, while I'm alive, anyway, I'll never understand why any of this happened. But, while I wait for sleep to catch up to me tonight, I'll steal a little of my sleeping wife's body heat. The very fact that my beautiful and brilliant bride is there, breathing and giving off heat next to me, will be an immense help. With that as background, I'll look up past that alarm-clock-lit popcorn ceiling, and see if I can attain something like peace without cheapening the tragedy of the death of a wonderful young woman.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Need help with your bracket?

First, go to this site.

Then, call up a random number generator.

Then, use the random number generator to pick a number from 1 to 100 for each game. Then, pick a winner based on the percentages in the article. If (for instance) a 2 beats a 15 94% of the time, if the number is between 1 and 94, the 2 wins. 95 to 100, the 15 wins.

I have lower right #2 winning it all, beating lower left #2. (There has never been a #2 vs. #2 final, so I had to flip a coin.)

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Transportation dilemma

My wife is spending a week in Portland...from this Thursday to this Wednesday.

Because I become a trembling mass of goo without her, I'm going to join her for the weekend.

If I were to drive down there and back, it'd be about 7 hours out of my life. I estimate it would burn about 15 gallons of gas. I'll mostly be on the highway, so assuming traffic is good, it'll cost me about $40 for the round-trip.

A train ticket costs $75.

I'd be paying an extra $35 to not have to drive, to avoid putting some carcinogens into the atmosphere, and to spend 7 hours grading, reading, and maybe writing instead of driving.

However, it'd also be terribly inconvenient. I'd have to take a bus downtown with my weekender bag and hang out with the public. I'd get into Portland later and have to leave earlier. I don't like having to pay that much extra for something that's basically inconvenient.

What to do?

I've decided to pay the money. I'll have an awful lot of grading to do, and it seems that the money is worth it.

HOWEVER, I'm bummed out about future trips that we make together. It's financially stupid to both take the train back and forth. I want what's environmentally sound to be financially sound too.

Damn it.

I received news today that, in spite of not one but two bone marrow transplants and almost a year of hell, the leukemia affecting my former student is back. Doctors say they have run out of options. They've done everything they can, and it wasn't enough.

Family is now left hoping God will do what doctors cannot. And while I certainly hope for a miracle, I put a lot more faith in God to work through doctors than to work through unexplained miracles.

I'd like to see her, but as a relative bit-player in her life, I don't feel comfortable going to the hospital under such circumstances. I don't want to be in the way.

I don't appreciate the fact that an undeniably wonderful kid could walk into my classroom at age 20 asking about the wisdom of transferring schools, give me a hug and walk out...and then possibly be gone less than a year later.

I certainly believe in a loving God--that's unshakeable for me--but on days like today, that belief is illogical and unexplainable.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Public Forum Part Deux

I judged at Public Forum Nat Quals tonight, and I tested out my not-flowing suggestion. I liked it.

But apparently my desire for clarity of argument over quantity of arguments isn't shared by fellow judges. The round I judged (which, if I am not mistaken, sent a team to Nationals), had two very LD-centric fast-talking kids thinking that their damn cards were important in this round. Mom would not be impressed, and neither would ESPN.

I don't think either would have won if I'd gotten to them earlier. But given the paucity of lay judges on a Wednesday night, I think the CX-heads didn't go along with me. Fair enough.

But when I put away my flow paper (I just jotted down a sentence or two after each speech, writing "Main idea:" and then what I remembered as central and/or important), I was FREED. I didn't have to keep track of everything. I didn't have to trust my flow: I just had to trust my eyes, ears, and mind.

One of the teams used historical examples and clarifying analogies for their side. The other leaned on a card by some economist who said something bad might happen one day if we believed the other side.

I remembered the logical, backed, sensible stuff. Everything else faded into the background almost as soon as it was said.

I'll continue to flow LD forever. But I'm so happy with this experiment of not taking notes in Public Forum.

I hope others will join me. I think it will result in better PF Debate, and over the long haul better debates than the one I saw. Our sharp kids will hone their skills to communicate, rather than to laud silly cards like anybody cared.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Beautiful love story

Bert Brumett is dying of ALS. He can no longer move, talk, or even breathe without help.

But his wife, Robin, knows that his mind is alive and well. And she's come up with a brilliant way to keep it active.

She placed an ad on Craigslist and has invited strangers in to talk about subjects Bert is interested in.

They've responded.

Read it. It's a beautiful story.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

The State of Debate

I spent yesterday judging at NFL Quals. While I was there, I chatted with three coaches in the area where I'll be moving. Long story short...I'm now about 80% sure that I'll be coaching again next year. Rather than waking up at 4:30 to get on the bus to go for about an hour and a half to some damn place south of town, I'll be able to wake up at 7:00 and say to my students: "Meet me at this nearby school." I'll either hire a fellow teacher or my wife as co-coach and promise to give it a shot for at least a little while.

Once I get OUT, they pull me back IN!!!

Anyway. As I was judging at one NFL district, Jim was judging and coaching down the road at another. And in this post, Jim had something bad to say about Public Forum Debate. Quoth Jim: "Public Forum debate is morally and intellectually bankrupt. Also, it hurts."

I commented that, while I feel his pain, that I could have written that after any bad LD round, and after any bad Policy round (which means any Policy round, but that's another post for another time). Jim asked what I take to be an honest question:

"I wouldn't be so bummed if I'd ever seen a good PuFo round. What's it like?"

I started to answer, but when it turned into a treatise on the state of debate in the National Forensic League, well, I decided it was too long for a comment. I'll post it here instead.

(Full disclosure: I don't think Policy Debate is worth the gunpowder it would take to blow it to hell. I grandfathered it out at my high school...but again, another post, another time. I like LD a lot, but have some problems with it that will become clear's too jargony to be enjoyed by a greater audience, it currently is set up to favor rich kids and rich schools, and the arguments don't feel to me like they'll convince anyone other than an LD judge.)

First, let's look at Public Forum history.

Public Forum Debate was invented in the fall of 2002 in response to what many took as the negative direction that LD and Policy debate were taking. In the original Rostrum article, the author made the mistake of ragging on the two pre-existing forms of debate and each individual event. It wasn't the best way to get on coaches' good sides, but his main point about debate was legitimate, I think.

He questioned the value of debate if a smart non-debater couldn't walk into a round and make an intelligent decision about the winner.

The NFL, therefore, made two major changes to differentiate Public Forum debate from LD and Policy. First, and most importantly, at first, it required that all judges be lay-judges.

I LOVED, LOVED, LOVED this rule. Here's why.

Let me come up with a name for a smart Let's call her "Mom." (I'm assuming your mom, like mine, is smart, and that, like mine, she didn't debate.)

The skill of convincing someone's mom is going to be far more valuable in life than the skill of convincing a lifer college debater. Mom isn't going to be interested in the latest dance-step being taught at debate camp. Mom doesn't care about Foucault. Mom just wants you to show her, with concrete evidence, that your side is right.

The second difference was that they change topics every month, rather than annually, like Policy, or bimonthly, like LD.

I also like this rule.

LD and Policy advantage the rich. A lot of this is because of simple issues of educational inequity, which regular readers know I've railed on about at length often (click on the "Educational Equity" link below to see). Rich schools can afford buses and coaches. I wholeheartedly admire what the Urban Debate Institute is doing, and I like the difference they're making...but I don't think it makes up the full difference that camps give. I don't think it's inaccurate to say that the winners at the big meets tend to be the ones who have spent thousands of dollars to go to debate camps and to fly to competitions across the country. The middle- or lower-class kid who can't afford camp and only competes locally, even if he/she has a dedicated coach and an incredible work ethic, almost never wins at the highest level of Policy, and has the deck stacked against him/her pretty severely in LD.

Public Forum, however, has an equal playing field. With lay judges and frequent changes in topics, kids merely need to hit the newspaper or do a ProQuest search, and bingo, everybody's got evidence.

So, to answer Jim's question of "what's a good Public Forum round like": It's four kids using tangible evidence to convince your mom of the importance of an issue. I remember an especially good one at Nat Quals last year, on whether big-box retailers are good for a community. Kids were dealing with fairly high-falutin' economic stuff, but were doing it for an audience who, like my mom, didn't give a crap about fiat, "biting the harms," or Foucault. I LOVED it. It's not the only good Public Forum round I've seen, but it sticks out right now.

To put it simply, they were doing what our actual political candidates should do (and don't) in their debates.

But, alas (and here's where I agree with you, Jim), good rounds like that have become the exception.

Here's why.

First, the NFL made the mistake of defining Public Forum in terms of what it is NOT rather than what it IS. I've actually heard a kid say in a round "This isn't LD. I don't need evidence." Um, yes you do. As a smart voter, Mom demands it.

Therefore, Public Forum has never really had its own identity. Kids (and, alas, too many coaches) therefore have decided that it is the moronic stepchild of the other, "real" debates, and put their JV on it. The JV follows their coaches' lead and blow it off, and we get what Jim saw...morally and intellectually bankrupt crap.

Secondly, the NFL found that it could not enforce the "lay-judges only" rule, simply because non-debaters don't go to debate tournaments.

The lay-judge rule was magnificent. It expands debaters' worldview beyond the too-incestuous small-pond of the same damn college debaters they see every week. When I ran my Public Forum tournament, the first year, I recruited judges from a local retirement community. Kids were waiting in the commons when they saw the octogenarians enter, shake the hands of my student guides, and walk into the judges' lounge. Suddenly, I saw almost every team adjusting their messages for their audience. As an English teacher, this warmed my heart. In the course of competition, these kids were learning how to suit their arguments and writing for an audience of non-debaters.

Lay judges provided a positive definition of Public Forum Debate, rather than the definition of "well, it's not Policy, and it's not LD."

That definition: Public Forum is an effort to convince a non-debater about an important issue.

When it's defined that way, PuFo is more than just the stupid stepchild of debate. It requires students to compete to effectively communicate with the people they'll have to communicate with for the rest of their lives.

But now, that's gone.

So, how can we make Public Forum reach its full potential?

I have some suggestions.

#1: RUN IT WITH IEs. The IE judge who says "Gosh, I'm too intimidated to judge a debate round, I'm not qualified?" That's Mom. That's our Public Forum judge! Double flight the sucker so that it lasts an hour, and we're set. We've recovered what makes the event special.

#2: BAN ACTIVE COLLEGE DEBATERS FROM JUDGING IT. The issues I have with CX and LD are that, due to the incestuous judging community, the inmates wind up running the asylum. The giant feedback loop is enhanced from camps, and ultimately, a student can succeed without learning what forms of communciation are effective with NON-debaters. It's not that I don't value college debaters...I appreciate their time and effort for forensics. But now that Public Forum has been defined as "an effort to communicate with a non-debater audience," well, this isn't for them. It will also prevent there ever being an effective "Public Forum Camp." The inmates can't run the asylum.

#3: Dare I suggest it? BAN NOTE TAKING DURING THE ROUND BY THE JUDGE. That's flowing. The judge merely sits back, times, and listens. This means that the debaters have to be CRYSTAL CLEAR in both organization and delivery. It also means they'll be superior speakers to LD-ers and policy debaters (of course, orangutans are superior speakers to policy debaters in action).

Anyhow, this has developed into a very long treatise. But hey--I guess this kind of passion means I need to get back into the game.

This is a work in progress. I welcome anybody's comments on this.

UPDATE: Jim responds, and he's in a better mood.

Thursday, March 01, 2007


Nice article about the current issues within the Anglican communion in today's New York Times.

Of course, my brilliant wife said most of the same stuff earlier...and better.