The woods

I read a review on what sounds like a great book for those of us who like to get off the beaten track once in awhile—the book’s title: “You’re Not Lost If You Can Still See the Truck”, by Bill Heavey (Grove Atlantic), a columnist for Field and Stream. This is a follow-up to his 2007 offering “If You Didn’t Bring Jerky, What Did I Just Eat?” Who could resist titles like that?

Even more Thanksgiving fun

Image compliments of Scott Pollack and the WSJ
Image compliments of Scott Pollack and the WSJ

Thought I would share with my family and friends Jason Gray’s fourth edition of his rules of the annual family Thanksgiving football game. He brings us 26 (more) this year beginning with, “Number 1: The… game speaks a universal human truth: There’s nothing we enjoy more than getting together with the most important people in our lives. And, if they slip and fall down on the front lawn, face-first, that would be really hilarious.” You can read it here. Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

 

Modify with care

Read an article in the paper last week regarding how the liberal use of adverbs in prose often evokes the disdain of other writers, including those in the legal profession. For example, U.S. Supreme Court Associate Justice Anthony Kennedy tells us that avoiding adverbs “forces you to confront the significance of your word choice. You just discipline yourself to choose your words more carefully.”

 

Did you see the red moon last night?

Red moonOne warm evening untold millennia ago, during the time when humans were only just beginning to assert their presence on this planet earth, the tribal elders of a tiny village in the land that would come to be known as Peru became terrified. They noticed for the first time that the rising moon was rapidly turning from its familiar brilliant gray-white appearance to the color of death—a deep dark red. It was the consensus of the elders that the gods must be severely unhappy with them and their small village. In an act of penance, they summoned a young virgin, who was quickly adorned in the finest of clothes, crowned with a wreath of blossoms and then flung to her death from the highest cliff. And by morning, the moon had returned to its normal hue. Phew.

Since that memorable night, the elders and all those who have followed have selected countless young girls upon whom they have unilaterally bestowed the honor of saving the village from the wrath of the gods for doing whatever it is that keeps ticking them off.

It has worked every time. The gods only know what would happen if they stopped.

Some Thanksgiving fun

Image compliments of Scott Pollack and the Wall Street Journal
Image compliments of
Scott Pollack and
the Wall Street Journal

Jason Gay, in a WSJ article published this past Monday, has this “Bazillion dollar idea for a TV network: Broadcast the Thanksgiving family touch football game at the Manning house.” Use this link to read Jason’s entire, excellent article, “28 More Rules of Thanksgiving Football.” Happy Thanksgiving everybody…