For some reason, I created another Instagram account

With the exception of this blog, I'm generally not much into social media. I've had Facebook and Twitter accounts in the past, but I deleted them years ago. Honestly, I can't say I miss them. On the contrary, every time a family member tells me about some drama unfolding on Facebook, I'm genuinely happy to… Continue reading For some reason, I created another Instagram account

Foreign sources, redux

A couple years ago, I wrote a lengthy blog post challenging my family, friends, and followers to seek out reputable foreign news sources in languages other than English. After yesterday's circus in Washington, I think it's more important than ever to repeat my challenge, especially since I haven't seen any English-language coverage of the spectacle… Continue reading Foreign sources, redux

Today I learned the word tempura is not Japanese

Today I learned the word tempura is not of Japanese origin. It turns out it's a loan word from Latin, and it's connected to a centuries-old Catholic tradition called Ember Days. This morning, I was up and out of the house early enough to get to Mass before work. I went to the traditionalist Catholic… Continue reading Today I learned the word tempura is not Japanese

Today is the feast of St. Maximilian Kolbe, patron saint of ham radio

I don't often blatantly repost old blog material. However, last week I had a conversation with some colleagues about my visit to Auschwitz in 2006, and it made me think about the following post I published three years ago today: I've been reminded that today, August 14, is the feast day of St. Maximilian Kolbe.… Continue reading Today is the feast of St. Maximilian Kolbe, patron saint of ham radio

Three weeks ago, everything went sideways

Three weeks ago, on Tuesday around 10 am, my mobile phone rang. It was Kathryn. She was crying. She could barely talk. Kathryn had been suffering with lower back pain for some time. Recently, the usual quick fixes -- chiropractics, steroid injections, etc. -- weren't bringing her much relief. She'd already been out of work… Continue reading Three weeks ago, everything went sideways

Blessed to be called as godparents for another baptism

Two weekends ago, Kathryn and I were called to be godparents once again, this time for the baptism of a seven-week-old son of friends who live in Oro Valley, a town about ten miles north of Tucson. Kathryn is already godmother to the newly baptized's older brother. Being called to godparenthood -- my auto-correct seems… Continue reading Blessed to be called as godparents for another baptism