A time to chill

Advent in general, and this Advent in particular, feels to me like time spent setting up in the fridge. I’ve stirred my ingredients up a bit this year, and I have imagined this process as similar to a caterpillar in a chrysalis. Something about that didn’t quite fit though. Metamorphosis involves a worm turning to goo, down to a genetic level. I’m not sure that I could turn to goo, even if I wanted to.

They’re only words, but words are all we have

Figurative war is so compelling that it can be applied to a lot of things: debt, bureaucracy, crime, drugs. And everyone knows these are not real wars, right? We are not carpet bombing the national debt (although it might be argued that an excessive capability for carpet bombing is a significant cause of our indebtedness).