A Hapsburg, LeBron and Martha Stewart Walk Into A Bar…

Carles Puyol (right) who looks like he just stepped out of a Hapsburg family portrait, heads Spain into the World Cup Final. As a descendant of the Hapsburg’s, Puyol will be looking for some payback by cracking some skulls against the Netherlands on Sunday

My guess is that since LeBron James missed not having a signing day presser coming out of high school, he’s making up for lost time with “The Decision”. Great column on the LeBron “saga” that  mercifully ends tonight.

When the folks at NASA aren’t trying to reach out to the Muslim world, they’re conducting valuable research.

Forget Wife Swap, how ’bout an old-fashioned spy swap? Makes me want to re-read The Cardinal of the Kremlin.

So now these “elites” will become embittered and “cling to martini glasses or environmentalism or antipathy towards people who don’t think like them or anti-American sentiment or anti-capitalism sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.” Right POTUS?

Unbelievable pictures of Monterrey in the aftermath of Hurricane Alex.

Holy poncho Batman! Martha Stewart had lengua, easily the most underrated “cut” of beef.

Caught this on PBS last night, I might or might not have almost shed a tear because of Jackie’s courage in the face of such bitter hatred.

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Couldn’t Stand the Weather

I recently began reading A.W. Pink’s “The Sovereignty of God”. Given the title, it is not an intellectual exercise to determine the book’s subject.

As is my custom during my commute (no worries, I ride a bus) I read, and on this particular dreary morning I cracked open Mr. Pink’s classic treatise.

In the chapter titled “Sovereignty of God in Administration”, he wrote the following,

Truly, then, God governs inanimate matter. Earth and air, fire and water, hail and snow, stormy winds and angry seas, all perform the word of His power and fulfill His Sovereign pleasure. Therefore, when we complain about the weather we are, in reality, murmuring against God. (emphasis mine)

For some odd reason, Stevie Ray Vaughn’s (below), “Couldn’t Stand the Weather”, came to mind when I read that.


For not so odd reasons, I thought of all the times I’ve groused about the weather. “It’s too sunny…it’s too wet…it’s too cold… it’s too hot… it’s too humid…”


Realizing that A.W. Pink is absolutely right, I was embarrassed and humbled.

Having gleaned many nuggets from this book this morning, I reflected on what I had read as we made our way closer to our destination.

So what happens when we pull into the first stop? Mini-Deluge. No umbrella. Won’t dry off until lunchtime, at least.

A.W. Pink’s warning was immediately forgotten and the internal grousing began anew. The Lord’s frustrated words to His apostles resonated inside my thick skull,

Do you not yet understand?

More embarrassment, More humiliation. confession.

I’m not sure what SRV had in mind when he wrote, “Couldn’t Stand the Weather”, but I found the following lyrics fitting if by “daddy” we mean Abba:

Runnin through this business of life
Rarely time if Im needed to
Aint so funny when things aint feelin right
Then daddys hand helps to see me through
Sweet as sugar, love wont wash away
Rain or shine, its always here to stay


Back from Ike, Sort Of

This Ike, I like

Been on an Ike-imposed basement run since we lost our internet access last Saturday (thankfully we didn’t lose power).

Hope to post more about our experience in the upcoming days.