The Cailleach arrived last night. The Hag of Winter made her presence know around 8:30pm. We were lounging by the firepit, comfortable in shirtsleeves and sweats, sorting out the problems of the world with a nice fire. A benign warm-ish breeze blowing. Around 8:20 the breeze fell off like someone had thrown a switch. A minute later, a new breeze, this one from the opposite direction, and bitter cold. It picked up to the point where our flags were fluttering flat-out and we found ourselves huddling close to the fire just to keep from freezing.
The Hag holds sway now, and will do so until Feb 2, when a small female figure will emerge from inside the hollow hills to engage The Cailleach in a desperate battle.
Friday, December 16, 2011
I found the man smarmy and infuriating when he was wrong (e.g., Iraq), and could be almost as smarmy and infuriating when he was right (which was often). But damn it all, the man could write.
Posted by Stephen J. Gallagher at 3:17 AM
Thursday, December 15, 2011
…Under the best of conditions, we will endure a Long Slump. If we respond incorrectly, as we have been, the Long Slump will last even longer, and the parallel with the Depression will take on a tragic new dimension…
– Nobel Prize winning economist Joseph Stiglitz
Posted by Stephen J. Gallagher at 3:01 AM
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
"Where did it start, this bizarrely complex meshing of my sense of self-worth with my ability to express myself in writing? I don’t remember any classic “aha” moment, but I do know that as far back as my earliest school years, I hit on a pleasure unlike any I’d known when I wrote papers or “creative” pieces for my teachers. Hunched over my school binder, I had my first sensations of words coalescing into sentences I liked." -- Sven Birkerts
Posted by Stephen J. Gallagher at 3:25 AM