Here’s a piece from The Observer about an interview with Michael Moore. It about fits my gut instincts regarding him, both the good and the bad…
Month: May 2004
On Bad Priests
Here’s a book review of a book that looks pretty interesting: Fallen Order by Karen Liebreich. Pope John Paul II has kept noticeably quiet on the subject of Catholic priests who sexually abuse children. But in 2002, after high-profile cases in Europe and the United States, he was moved to acknowledge the problem – briefly. Paragraph 38 of his annual Holy Thursday letter alluded to priests who succumb to “the most grievous forms of the mysterium iniquitatis [mystery of evil] at work in the world”. Such behaviour puts other priests in a bad light, said the Pope, without mentioning what …
MBAs As The Lowest Form of Higher Education
What’s the difference between a politician and an MBA? I don’t know, but I don’t trust either bunch.
Why It Must Be From Higher Up
I could write about any number of things here, from the wonderful meal that Lime prepared today, to the wedding I attended, to the film we saw tonight… but those things can wait till tomorrow, or the day after. For right now, what’s on my mind is what I saw on TV while we ate dinner. It was the Korean news, showing videos and new photos that are apparently from Abu Ghraib. The detainee death toll there now—this is death, not tortures—is 32 in Iraq in and 5 in Afghanistan. What now-released prisoners describe is horrifying, and seems to me …
Confessional Essays
Students in my undergrad writing class were to write descriptive essays about people they know. A lot of people wrote about their boyfriends or girlfriends, especially confessing secret desires to marry them. One of the most interesting lines was in an essay a boy wrote about his secret love for a friend of his who lives in Seoul. Singing her praises at great length, he wrote, I don’t know if all these things are true, but I believe they are true, and I want them to be true. That’s young love for you, isn’t it? Quite a wonderful line, I …