Ruminant With A View
“The Rubbing Together of My Thighs: A Few Words About Fat,” By Elizabeth Boleman-Herring
TEANECK New Jersey—(Weekly Hubris)—12/9/2013—For years—Nay, for decades—I have kept a record of my daily weight. A little obsessive, you say? A little? Anyone who knows me in what I call The Analog World knows that I am more than a little obsessive.
Analyze my DNA, and you’ll probably find I share about half of it with the Border Collie. (Read more . . .)
Dolors & Sense
“Bismarck’s Boners,” By Sanford Rose
KISSIMMEE Florida—(Weekly Hubris)—12/9/2013—The Iron Chancellor, who fathered the German state in the 19th century, made few mistakes.
But two were crucial, setting the stage for World War I.
He detached Alsace and Lorraine from France after beating her in 1871. (Read more . . .)
“Curing Winter’s Doldrums: ‘Still Hunting’ & ‘Stolen Portraits,’” By Alan Gauvin
HOULTON Maine—(Weekly Hubris)—12/9/13—At the moment, there are three to four feet of accumulated snow on the ground, with drifts over six feet, and house-sized mounds created by the plows and front-loaders pushing and piling excess snow out of the way in anticipation of the next storm (which is inevitable). (Read more . . .)
Won Over By Reality
“A Bird of Play,” By Tim Bayer
BRIGHTON New York—(Weekly Hubris)—12/9/2013—If you’re catching up (and it’s the holidays: so who isn’t?), my previous post in this space dealt with a very entertaining voice mail message titled “Side-Splitting Voice Mail,” so go back and have a listen.
This week, we swoop Down Under to observe an Australian Magpie at play. (Read more . . .)
“Rising Time,” By Claire Bateman
GREENVILLE South Carolina—(Weekly Hubris)—12/9/13—One afternoon, three children playing in a back corner of their garden came upon a pair of large stone fingertips sticking up out of the soil and pressed closely together as if the hands were positioned palm to palm. (Read more . . .)
The Disappearing Land
“Autumn Palette,” By Meredith d’Ambrosio
DUXBURY Massachusetts—(Weekly Hubris)—12/2/2013—Our tiny cottage on Daniels Island in Mashpee on Cape Cod had no heat nor insulation, so my husband, Eddie Higgins, and I depended upon our fireplace and electric blanket for warmth when we first arrived in late spring and, again, in October before our annual migration south. Apart from practical considerations, there is something magical about a crackling fire on a chilly night that evokes more than mere coziness: it summons up basic human emotions that have prehistoric roots. (Read more . . .)
Dolors & Sense
“Don’t Blame You; Don’t Blame Me: Blame the Fellow Behind the Tree!” By Sanford Rose
KISSIMMEE Florida—(Weekly Hubris)—12/2/2013—Who started World War I?
In the early 1920s, everyone blamed the Germans (except, of course, the Germans).
By the early 1930s, the Germans began getting some sympathy.
After all, hadn’t they been mistreated by the Treaty of Versailles? (Read more . . .)
Above The Timberline
“Judging Judge Judy,” By Wayne Mergler
ANCHORAGE Alaska—(Weekly Hubris)—12/2/2013—It has been nearly two years now since I suddenly found myself enduring surgery for prostate cancer followed by a devastating bacterial infection (sepsis) and then, as the climax to it all, open-heart surgery to repair damage from the infection, all within a period of three months. (Read more . . .)
Eating Well Is The Best Revenge
“Sniffing at The Hem of Luxury: The Costa Navarino at Pylos,” By Diana Farr Louis
ATHENS Greece—(Weekly Hubris)—12/2/2013—I’ve been down on the farm too long. The last time I stayed at a world-class fancy resort was back in 1997, when kind friends gave me a bungalow at the Elounda Mare on Crete as a base for my cookbook research. It even had its own private pool and the price listed behind the door was the equivalent of $1,000. a night. (Read more . . .)
Status: Quo Minus
“Out Of The Closet, Finally,” By F. Theresa Gillard
BOSTON Massachusetts—(Weekly Hubris)—12/2/13—You know, I keep sitting around wondering where all the dead people are. Yeah, I know, they’re either in limbo, heaven or hell, right? I’m a believer, meaning I believe in one supreme, divine being.
What I don’t get is how everyone always blames everything on God. I know He’s all powerful and He could certainly prevent things from happening, but why blame it on Him when He doesn’t intercede? (Read more . . .)