May 2015
Vol. V, No. 249

From Elizabeth Boleman-Herring: For the first time in Weekly Hubris‘s four-year tenure, beginning this Monday, our editorial staff are (one and all) taking a month-long sabbatical. During our absence, please feel free to click on “Contributors,” and read through some of our “back issues” while we spend some time in the sheerly analog world. We’ll let you know the moment we’re back, and hope, then, to have new pieces by better-homes-and-gardens essayist William A. Balk, Jr., Sensei Jerry Zimmerman, sociologist-extraordinaire Dr. William Ramp, Mediterranean food aficionado Diana Farr Louis, trumpet-wielding humorist Ross Konikoff and, perhaps, even our baseball-mad California poet, Jean Nolan. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, now, and have a lovely, bird-and-bee-filled spring! (In the interim, in the event you missed them, find below our most recently published columns.)

The Crucifixion of Jesus.

The Crucifixion of Jesus.

Small Things Recollected 

“Easter Out of Season” By William Ramp

LETHBRIDGE Alberta, Canada—(Weekly Hubris)—4/20/2015—Over much of the past year, I’ve posted a series of meditations on the history and ecology of the North American plains. That series still lacks a concluding article, but conversation with my worthy editor is leading me to rethink it in terms of a much wider context; the survival not only of plains ecosystems but of the human species which reconceived and transformed them and the face of the whole earth. Writing that kind of conclusion will take some time, and so, in the interim, I will offer two other pieces that came to fruition alongside the Plains series. (Read more . . .)

Ability impaired.

Ability impaired.

Won Over By Reality 

“Drunk: Under the Trees & Under the Influence” By Tim Bayer

BRIGHTON New York—(Weekly Hubris)—4/20/2015—The fermentation process we humans utilize to create beer, hard liquor, and other alcoholic beverages can also occur (naturally) when fruits are left on the ground. Animals and birds consuming this aging fruit, with its high alcohol content, can become intoxicated. The video I offer here for your viewing pleasure features a drunken squirrel, a rodent on Spring Break, as it were. (Read more . . .)

House of solitude and soundlessness.

House of solitude and soundlessness.

The Highest Cauldron 

“Life in The Country” By Anita Sullivan

CRESWELL Oregon—(Weekly Hubris)—4/13/2015—On a recent rainy afternoon, I was eating a late light lunch of fresh snapper, chard, and turnips (snapper quick-fried in lemon, salt and olive oil—turnips and chard steamed together then sprinkled with balsamic honey vinegar), when towards the middle of the meal a small portion of the chopped turnips began to migrate to the rim of my plate. I had a sudden flash that they were doomed to remain uneaten, through no fault of their own. (Read more . . .)

Kalamata olives, black and succulent.

Kalamata olives, black and succulent.

Eating Well Is The Best Revenge

“Olive Picking On Andros” By Diana Farr Louis

ANDROS Greece—(Weekly Hubris)—4/13/2015—Whenever I close my eyes, I see olives. We’ve been picking seriously for four days and for a week before that I was selecting the best for eating, begging friends to come and get some, too. This was our fat year after two lean ones, where the whole crop ended up as hard little raisins littering the ground as early as August. (Read more . . .)

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