Phil Christman:

We are Americans; our national myth is Footloose. None of us can enjoy our pleasures till we think someone wants us not to have them.

Phil Christman:

If the phrase “meaning of a life” is analogous to the phrase “meaning of a word” or “meaning of a sentence,” then none of us have that much control over the meanings of our lives. Just as everything you say can be misheard or scrambled by differences in connotation or dialect, your presence in the world rarely says what you intend. You are a walking contradiction between aspiration and effect. The actual you orbits the intended you, the firm and defensible you, the serious you; or perhaps it’s the other way around. This is a quality you share with me, and with everyone, and that makes all of us that desperate and self-deluded and wholly compelling phenomenon: the bad movie.

Sunset pictures never come anywhere close to capturing the real thing. That fact doesn’t seem to deter me from trying.

Texas sunset over a soccer field.

Mom’s Christmas gift: reupholstering her old dining room chairs. Will update on progress, assuming there is some…

Old dining chairs on the front lawn, in the process of being reupholstered.

After covering the so-called Nazca Lines with the kids as part of our history lesson this morning, I’m still pondering these incredible shapes. Ancient history raises so many unanswerable questions, which (come to think of it) is just one more reason to study it. It’s good for us moderns to come up against the limits of our knowledge.

Phil Christman, with his concluding paragraph on the problems with “whiteness”:

So, I am not downplaying the fiendishness or the embeddedness of racism, the necessity of antiracist struggle, the need for whitened people to lose some sleep and some comfort, when I say that I think whiteness as a concept is useless except as a name for a powerful and ubiquitous misdescription. Racism is a labyrinth. Some of the sections have skylights and granite countertops. Most of them are dungeons. The minotaur has his habits, his favorite hunting grounds, but ultimately, he reserves the right to eat you in any of his rooms. What we must realize is that, whatever our different names, we are all in it. And we are all responsible for ensuring that every single person gets out.