Cultural Relativism

I’ve been watching the fight that has erupted between Sam Harris and Bill Maher and various pundits who consider their remarks on Islam to be bigotry.  I can see points on both sides.  To arbitrarily damn all members of a faith for what is written in their particular holy book is unfair.  On the other hand there is an awful lot of very ugly stuff that’s written in virtually every holy book whether it be The Bible or The Koran.  The question is whether the people who subscribe to a...

So Many Shows — So Little Time

My friend Len Wein has started a new Tuesday night tradition.  After I finish at the barn I drive over to his and Christine’s house, I have a long soak in one of their amazing big, deep bathtubs.  I read and relax.  Then we fix dinner and after dinner it’s time for Agents of Shield and Person of Interest and now we have added The Flash to that line up.  Basically we watch shows from 8:00 p.m. until 11:00 p.m. First, it’s a lot more fun to watch television with other people....

Magical Mommies

I want to love Dr. Who again.  I really do.  But it’s getting hard right now.  I admit Matt Smith just never quite worked for me.  The manic delivery, and the very strong sense that the solutions to the various problems were less solutions then just frantic hand waving didn’t help.  He did get better toward the end, but when Amy and Rory left the show my interest began to flag.  Carpaldi is a terrific actor, but right now his arrogance is playing more like a petulant twelve year old which...

ALS Ice Bucket Challenge

A couple of weeks ago my dear friend George R.R. Martin underwent the Ice Bucket Challenge to combat ALS also know as Lou Gerig’s Disease.  I lost my half brother John to this horrible disease when he was only 60.  It attached his throat first so he was soon unable to eat, but he refused all extreme measures and faced death with a dignity that I hope I can emulate when my time comes.  One of the hallmarks of the Ice Bucket Challenge is that you challenge others to take the cold dunk...

My Trip From Hell

Yesterday I flew home from Britain, and it was not an experience I want to repeat anytime soon.  The day before — Monday — I had gotten soaked in the rain, but didn’t think much of it.  On Tuesday I got to the airport in plenty of time, got on my flight, ate my dinner.  I set to work on my Edge 3 edit.  Then not quite four hours into a ten and half hour flight I became desperately, vilely ill.  The first thing I discovered is there were no air sickness bags in the bathrooms...