My personal favorite from among the 17
"A world of disorderly notions, picked out of his books, crowded into his imagination; and now his head was full of nothing but enchantments, quarrels, battles, challenges, wounds, complaints, amours, torments, and abundance of stuff and impossibilities." (Cervantes, Don Quixote)
I have been trying to decide what to do with my time this summer, after my wife and daughter leave for Utah in a few weeks to escape the heat in the Phoenix area. One serious possibility is that I may purchase a copy of Wheelock's famous treatise and start learning Latin, a language which has long fascinated me. I'll have plenty of time to devote to it, after all; and because Latin is much more concise than English, perhaps it will even make me a little less verbose than I am now, although that may be expecting a bit much. Also, because I love Spanish and Italian as much as I do, I figure I might as well invest some time in acquainting myself with their common source.
In today's post, I am fulfilling a promise made several weeks ago to Cindy Madsen. Because I know she does not spend much time on the Internet, I will leave it to Barney to make sure this gets to her.
I concur with T. S. Eliot's view that Shakespeare and Dante divide the world between them (there being no third), although I also agree with Matthew Pearl's corollary that Dante's half is growing larger each year. But this post today is all about Shakespeare, who, according to at least one wit, should be invoked by advertisers to sell products. His view, which I think is a wonderful idea, appears in today's Jewish World Review. Read this, and be amused. (I wish my high-school English teacher, the much-loved Nell Thomas, could see this!)
Julie, at Happy Catholic, has posted this review of Lee Strobel's latest book, The Case for a Creator. All of Mr. Strobel's works figure prominently on my list of books that I want to get around to reading sometime in the near future, and this one looks like it will be very interesting indeed. A hat-tip to Julie for a fine review, which of course is something to be expected on a site as good as hers.
The Giro d'Italia is set to begin this weekend. This is an annual bicycling race, similar to the Tour de France in scope and duration, although perhaps not as famous as the Tour. In fact, I myself first heard of the Giro only three years ago, because it was going on while Sheila and I were in Italy in May of 2002, and I saw a few bits and pieces of it on television during our trip. Now that our Dish Network subscription includes RAI, the Italian TV network, I plan to follow it as closely as I can, and in the process perhaps pick up some new vocabulary as well. This event has become one of the highlights of my year, for three reasons: first, because I myself am an enthusiastic cyclist; second, because just about all things Italian interest me; and third, because it takes place during the same month of the year we took that trip, and thus always brings back some fond and happy memories.
I hate having my picture taken, but I also thought those of you who have never met me personally might want to be able to associate a face with my name. (But then again, maybe you won't, after looking at my mug, which might best be described as a radio announcer's face.) In any event, the high priests group leader in my ward is a skilled photographer, and this evening he took a picture of me, which I have uploaded into my Blogger profile, making it available to one and all. I thought he did a first-class job with it, and this little project helped him as well, because he wanted to do some experiments with exposure. Over a period of about an hour and a half, he took about 30 pictures of me in various poses and from various angles, and this was the one we both liked the best. It seems appropriate that we chose one of about three shots in which I posed with a book, since I am a voracious reader and nearly always have one in my hand, or at least readily accessible.
Elder Bruce R. McConkie is one of my favorite heroes, even though I have always enjoyed poking fun at the way he spoke. (That oddly-modulated bass voice of his lended itself exceptionally well to my admittedly limited powers of mimickry.) Thus, I read with great interest this interview with his son, Joseph F. McConkie, which appeared in today's edition of Meridian Magazine, one of the websites I am almost certain to visit at least once during the course of each day.
Latter-day Saints love good conversion stories, but as this post by Julie at Happy Catholic proves, we certainly do not have any monopoly on them. I told her I liked the story so much that I would gladly post it on my own blog; and in my mind, there are three things that really stand out about her story, which make it well worth sharing here.