Month: May 2014

Athenae, Immoral Values

Angry at Not Getting What You Want

Again, and again, and again: Why did seven people die in Santa Barbara last night? It would be wrong to pin the crime on Internet forums that indulge in self-hatred, then project it on to everyone else. But they’re certainly not the solution. Misogyny and violence against women is a social problem as well as an individual one. The fact that these men see “game” as the remedy to all personal and social ills is perhaps the greatest indictment of the way they view the world. The fact that anyone sees violence as a remedy to all personal and social … Continue reading Angry at Not Getting What You Want

Adrastos, Sports

Sunday Morning Video: Longshots

The ABA only existed from 1967 to 1976, but had a major impact on the history of professional basketball. This year’s conference finals feature two former ABA franchises, the Indiana Pacers and the San Antonio Spurs. There’s a chance that 2 old ABA teams could meet in the finals for only the second time since the merger. Here’s a brief history of the league that gave us the three point shot and the red, white, and blue basketball: Continue reading Sunday Morning Video: Longshots

Adrastos, Law/Justice1 Comment

The Case of the Flying Cabbage

Peter Adrastos Athas

In New Orleans, even the law suits are quirky as you can see in Richard Thompson’s story for the Advocate: A Connecticut woman has filed a lawsuit against the Irish Channel St. Patrick’s Day Club claiming that during this year’s parade she was struck in the face by a cabbage, which knocked her off her feet and caused injuries that required several surgeries, according to federal court documents. Jean Brown’s lawsuit, filed in federal court in New Orleans on Wednesday, says the cabbage was “thrown overhand, like a baseball” by “a float rider from the top deck of a float,” … Continue reading The Case of the Flying Cabbage

Diary, Doc

“It’s what we do.”

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Of all the things we do in life, nothing makes me less comfortable than attending funerals. For a Catholic who has been promised an afterlife of epic proportions, I always have trouble squaring my distaste for death with my faith. For days leading up to one, I’m a cranky mess. For at least a week or two after one, I’m discombobulated beyond comprehension. Even my muse, writing, leaves me and I’m unable to put together coherent thoughts or artful prose. It’s like my head becomes the “Spinning Wheel of Death” and I’m just tasting the rainbow. Last week, we were … Continue reading “It’s what we do.”

Diary, Doc2 Comments

“It’s what we do.”

docphd

Of all the things we do in life, nothing makes me less comfortable than attending funerals. For a Catholic who has been promised an afterlife of epic proportions, I always have trouble squaring my distaste for death with my faith. For days leading up to one, I’m a cranky mess. For at least a week or two after one, I’m discombobulated beyond comprehension. Even my muse, writing, leaves me and I’m unable to put together coherent thoughts or artful prose. It’s like my head becomes the “Spinning Wheel of Death” and I’m just tasting the rainbow. Last week, we were … Continue reading “It’s what we do.”

Diary, Doc2 Comments

“It’s what we do.”

docphd

Of all the things we do in life, nothing makes me less comfortable than attending funerals. For a Catholic who has been promised an afterlife of epic proportions, I always have trouble squaring my distaste for death with my faith. For days leading up to one, I’m a cranky mess. For at least a week or two after one, I’m discombobulated beyond comprehension. Even my muse, writing, leaves me and I’m unable to put together coherent thoughts or artful prose. It’s like my head becomes the “Spinning Wheel of Death” and I’m just tasting the rainbow. Last week, we were … Continue reading “It’s what we do.”

Diary, Doc2 Comments

“It’s what we do.”

docphd

Of all the things we do in life, nothing makes me less comfortable than attending funerals. For a Catholic who has been promised an afterlife of epic proportions, I always have trouble squaring my distaste for death with my faith. For days leading up to one, I’m a cranky mess. For at least a week or two after one, I’m discombobulated beyond comprehension. Even my muse, writing, leaves me and I’m unable to put together coherent thoughts or artful prose. It’s like my head becomes the “Spinning Wheel of Death” and I’m just tasting the rainbow. Last week, we were … Continue reading “It’s what we do.”

Diary, Doc2 Comments

“It’s what we do.”

docphd

Of all the things we do in life, nothing makes me less comfortable than attending funerals. For a Catholic who has been promised an afterlife of epic proportions, I always have trouble squaring my distaste for death with my faith. For days leading up to one, I’m a cranky mess. For at least a week or two after one, I’m discombobulated beyond comprehension. Even my muse, writing, leaves me and I’m unable to put together coherent thoughts or artful prose. It’s like my head becomes the “Spinning Wheel of Death” and I’m just tasting the rainbow. Last week, we were … Continue reading “It’s what we do.”

Diary, Doc2 Comments

“It’s what we do.”

docphd

Of all the things we do in life, nothing makes me less comfortable than attending funerals. For a Catholic who has been promised an afterlife of epic proportions, I always have trouble squaring my distaste for death with my faith. For days leading up to one, I’m a cranky mess. For at least a week or two after one, I’m discombobulated beyond comprehension. Even my muse, writing, leaves me and I’m unable to put together coherent thoughts or artful prose. It’s like my head becomes the “Spinning Wheel of Death” and I’m just tasting the rainbow. Last week, we were … Continue reading “It’s what we do.”

Diary, Doc2 Comments

“It’s what we do.”

Allison Hantschel

Of all the things we do in life, nothing makes me less comfortable than attending funerals. For a Catholic who has been promised an afterlife of epic proportions, I always have trouble squaring my distaste for death with my faith. For days leading up to one, I’m a cranky mess. For at least a week or two after one, I’m discombobulated beyond comprehension. Even my muse, writing, leaves me and I’m unable to put together coherent thoughts or artful prose. It’s like my head becomes the “Spinning Wheel of Death” and I’m just tasting the rainbow. Last week, we were … Continue reading “It’s what we do.”

Diary, Doc2 Comments

“It’s what we do.”

docphd

Of all the things we do in life, nothing makes me less comfortable than attending funerals. For a Catholic who has been promised an afterlife of epic proportions, I always have trouble squaring my distaste for death with my faith. For days leading up to one, I’m a cranky mess. For at least a week or two after one, I’m discombobulated beyond comprehension. Even my muse, writing, leaves me and I’m unable to put together coherent thoughts or artful prose. It’s like my head becomes the “Spinning Wheel of Death” and I’m just tasting the rainbow. Last week, we were … Continue reading “It’s what we do.”