I spent almost the entire weekend in bed or hooked up to a nebulizer, and inhalers. The pollen in DC right now is Code Dark Red, and it seems to seep into my very muscles. Each year this happens and yet I forget about it until it happens again: the city is at its new greenest, the parks beckon, the temperature is in the low 70s, the breeze is gentle again … and I’m in lockdown. So I didn’t go to the Nerd Prom. Not that you were asking.
This weekend was Hellish on the Dish as well. Damon Linker asked us to re-imagine Hell as simply the absence of love; Islam’s Hell (and Heaven) turns out to be relatively open to all; medieval mystic Julian of Norwich found the doctrine utterly alien to the God she worshiped. Plus: Valley Of The Dead Dolls!
Four other posts: the impact of “white supremacy” on the ICU’s infant ward; bad-ass chick drinks; one of the most gorgeous visual eulogies I’ve ever seen; and the amazing digital literary results when the scanner misreads “arms” as “anus”. A reader sent in his fave:
While he yet spoke, a youth broke from the group before them, and rushing towards the Regent, threw himself with a cry of joy at his feet. ‘My Edwin, my brother!’ exclaimed Wallace; and immediately raising him, clasped him in his anus. The throng of Scots, who had accompanied their young leader from Stirling, now crowded about the chief; some kneeling, and kissing his garments ; others, ejaculating, with uplifted hands, their thanks at seeing their protector in safety, and with redoubled glory.
See you in the morning.
(Photo: Senior citizens perform various laughing exercises during an event on the occasion of World Laughter Day held at Girgaon on May 4, 2014 in Mumbai, India. By Kalpak Pathak/Hindustan Times via Getty Images.)