Monthly Archives: July 2007

On Leviticus, Shakespeare and Harry Potter

The word “warlock” is not in any English translation of the Bible. Pick any acronym from the ever-expanding alphabet soup of Bible flavors. The word is not in the KJV, the NKJV, the NIV, the ESV, the CEV or any other. I checked (twice), just to make sure. So if warlocks were the enemies of

Science Fiction Section

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Voluntary Maximum Spoilage

If you’ve read the seventh Potter tome … or if you’re not going to read it, but still want to know how everything turns out in the ever-loving end … then do I have the end-all-be-all of almighty spoiler-ation. Allow me to introduce: Potterdammerung! A non-spoiler-ly excerpt: Harry: I’ve been thinking and– Ron: You think

Boots Of Awesome

Made for walking? More like made for stepping on stage and stealing your date from the front row. Entirely by accident, I found this (from Marvin Gaye – Live) and other incredible works of long-playing art at the Tralfaz Album Cover Art Gallery. There’s really no rhyme or reason to what artists are included, but

Hey There, Georgia Girl

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Congressional Encouragement

Who would’ve ever thought it would come to this? I wrote my Congressman today. Again. Only this time, my letter was a pep talk instructing him to get up and fight. After you read what I wrote, perhaps you’ll feel the same need to play coach as I. (Also, as I’ve a number of lawyer-folk

Bolsheviks Stole My Post’s Title

Rep. Martin Scott (from Rossville, next door neighbor to my own hometown) is concerned gravely about the possible spread of Islamo-Fascism in Georgia’s prisons. Jen has a brief, but intelligent post about the possible ill effects of proposed pro-active legislation to curtail such recruitment. My response, however, is far more immature.

Neo-Cons On The High Seas

Johann Hari is a brave man. After spending a summer cruise with über-conservative contributors to (and paying readers of) National Review, he’s contributed an incredible article to The Independent. I am standing waist-deep in the Pacific Ocean, both chilling and burning, indulging in the polite chit-chat beloved by vacationing Americans. A sweet elderly lady from

What’s With Lily?

(High geek content here. The Harry Potter kind. Tread carefully.) Three days and counting. I hate to admit it, but I’m looking forward to the merciful release of the final tome in the Potter septology. We’re getting our copy on Saturday, though I won’t be getting my shot at the text until after Nikki finishes

Bad And Worse

Bad is going to a restaurant you really enjoy, one that you’d only recently discovered, only to suffer the slings and arrows of food poisoning later that same day. That happened to me five years ago, having enjoyed (whilst eating it) hot-buttered soul chicken at Five Star Day in Athens. It’s particularly bad because any