Sundown today marks the beginning of the Jewish High Holy Days and the start of a new year. It is “the birthday of the world,” the day when all people pass before the Most High and their fate for the next year is determined. It starts a period of rejoicing and sweetness, but also of serious prayer and contemplation leading to Yom Kippur.
My all my Jewish readers have a new year a sweet as honey, and may your name be inscribed in the Book of Life.
Actually, I was too tired and distracted when I got home last night from working extra hours and watched some Teaching Company lectures instead of doing the blog.
And just to add, trying out several new-to-you abds exercises in a fit of wild enthusiasm is strongly recommended against. Ow. Ouch. Erk.
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What is the “just price” for a good or service? That question has perplexed people ranging from poor farmers to Doctors of the Church, has led to riots and protests, and rose again with the rising prices of goods needed or desired in Texas and Florida. What is fair to charge for a necessity? And what is a necessity?
The last chapter of Of Merchant and Magic revisited the question. It has come up before, in the second chapter, when there was a dispute over the price of bread. What is bread for living (leb-bread) as compared to luxury breads (fruit and spice stuffed loaves)? “Bread’s bread,” the farmer complained, but as it turned out, the market separated plain bread-for-living from fancy treats. That scene, and the one in the last chapter, are based on actual debates from Hanseatic and English history, and other places as well. Continue reading
You probably can tell without my saying much that I am a sucker for museums. Art museum, science museum, history museum, folk-life museum, botanical garden, I’ll probably at least poke my head in to see if it looks promising. I’ve been very, very fortunate to be able to visit, and re-visit, many of the great art and history museums north of the Alps, like the Kunsthistorischesmuseum [Art History Museum] in Vienna three times, the Gamäldegalarie [painting gallery] in Berlin twice, and a few others, like the Louvre (twice over two days. Don’t bother with the southern art section, IMHO). Continue reading
A wonderful sesquicentennial Canada Day to all my Canadian readers! I hope the fuss and furor out of Ottawa doesn’t interrupt your enjoyment of the weekend and the celebration.
Remember, Canada is older than Germany! (By four years, but that still counts).
Three cheers for the Red, White, and Red! Fireworks on Parliament Hill.
Floribunda, Old Rose, rambler, climber, hybrid tea, damask… There seem to be scads, if not thousands, of different kinds of roses. They come in all shapes and sizes, from miniatures to climbers and ramblers that will take over the entire landscape, very simple flowers to flowers that make bees wonder if they’ve fallen into an M.C. Escher drawing, colors from pure white to deep purple to almost black to “all-of-the-above.” Some thrive from being ignored, some almost require being tucked in every night. After DYCs*, roses seem to be the largest swath of generic flowers. “What is that?”
Arrrrrgh! Continue reading
I received this short-course invitation in my academic mail. The location and other information has been redacted, leaving the following description of what will be discussed and written about: Continue reading