Angels on the Roof


I’m not a churchgoer. I’m not a Christian. But you don’t have to believe to marvel when you walk into a Medieval cathedral. They are sacred places. They inspired awe and humility hundreds of years ago–and they still do.


I had no idea there were carved wooden angels way up on high in many of the surviving Medieval churches in Brain, because the lighting is usually dim and they’re out of your sightline. So I loved reading this piece with more information about the surviving angels:


Especially as we could all use a little celestial aid right now.

Legible Latin


Hadrian’s Wall didn’t exactly keep the barbarians at bay, did it? I am in such a state over the killers in the House of Representatives and the further demise of common decency in this country that I can barely concentrate on the new deadlines looming, so I’m always happy to be diverted by some wonderfully arcane snippets about real scholars, real research, real intelligence, and real decency.


Enter Roger Tomlin, a world expert at deciphering nearly incomprehensible Latin ephemera somehow still preserved after thousands of years–and as sloppily written then as a lazy student’s writing would be now.

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If you love words, and seeing how a genius unravels ancient mysteries of script, do yourself a favor and read this piece:


I hope it makes you feel better. Especially if you have any preexisting conditions.

To All Those Murdered in Guernica, RIP


The center of the Basque community in northern Spain was the town of Guernica. On April 26, 1937, the town was carpet-bombed to shreds by German and Italian fighters, aided and abetted by the Fascist filth named General Franco.


Franco had his own citizens bombed solely for political gain. There was nothing military in Guernica. There were just innocent victims.


Like in Aleppo. Eighty years later.

Getting Boggy With It


There’s a fascinating article in the May issue of Smithsonian magazine about bog bodies–ancient humans so well-preserved you can still see the expressions on their faces as they left this world for the next. The serenity on this man’s face is astonishing.

Little is know about how they lived, as their DNA is nearly impossible to extract due to the acids that preserved their skin, but researchers can use increasingly sophisticated technology to ferret out what they can. No one knows if Tollund Man, he of the peaceful countenance, was killed in a ritual sacrifice, or what caused his death.

Will anyone care about us, two or three thousand years from now?

Read more here:


The Unicorn Lives


Coffee used to cost fifty cents and come in blue-and-white cups from the corner deli. It tasted like crap but it got you moving.


Now coffee costs ten times as much and comes in whatever color cups Starbucks has made to annoy so-called Christians who are fighting the (non)war on Xmas all year long.


Enter the unicorn.


No, not that one. This one. I guess Starbucks is looking to up the profits this quarter, as they introduced the most vile drink ever concocted–and are selling it only (and mercifully) for a very limited time. Smart marketing, for sure. The Unicorn Frappuccino has gone viral. The pink and blue sludge that changes from sweet to sour is a must-buy.

Until you taste it.


My son got one on the way home from school yesterday. He asked me to taste it. I refused. He begged. I caved. I sipped. I gagged. Honestly, there are no words to describe the chemical awfulness of this liquid.


I’d rather drink swamp water after all of Trump’s sycophantic suck-ups in the White House have waded through it. You have been warned.

Bye-Bye Billy


Bill O’Reilly has been spouting lies, spin, innuendo, racism, bigotry, misogyny, and other assorted filth for 20 years. So why now? Fox brass knew about his millions of hush-money payouts yet evidently didn’t care as they signed him on for many more years of bilge-spouting for profit. What was the tipping point?


I don’t believe for a nano-second that advertiser boycotts or social media outrage was the primary reason. Nope. I look to the sky instead. As in, Sky News. Rupert Murdoch was thwarted in this total takeover bid in 2011 when the phone-hacking scandal of his ethics-challenged rags in the UK was throttling full-steam-ahead. Now, he’s trying to buy it again. You think the UK regulators who gave him the boot the first time will look kindly upon a corporation knowingly aiding and abetting an employee who buys the silence of multiple accusers? Whose brass have always looked the other way? The execrable Bill Shine, Roger Ailes’ trusted lieutenant, is still in charge there, right?


Imagine a world, if you will, without Murdoch slime in it.

Way, way too late to undo the damage.


But at least one less swamp creature will be terrorizing the locals.