Funny stuff from National Review Online:
“The sun is hot, the beer is cold, and the thoughts are long and languid. It is vacation week at the ocean.
We do this every year. Fourteen or so of our closest immediate family members, plus a parasitic teenage guest or two, pile into a large house near the Corolla Lighthouse. Huge stores of provisions are loaded in: the better parts of pigs and cows; eggs, fruits, vegetables, bags of candy bars, cookies, and enough beer and wine to stun a Russian division.
Vacations like these, of course, are much about family, and more than one friend has observed that their own families could not gather under one roof for much more than a holiday meal. They ask the secret for success. The answer is fairly simple: People are like nations, and nations get along best when they are given space and respect, no matter how little they deserve either. During the day, we are a group of individuals: walking, running, sunning, swimming, fishing, reading, doing business over the computer, practicing musical instruments, and in the junior division chasing chicks. These are undertaken alone or in small clusters. We all gather for the evening meal, at which time it is imperative to know which subjects to avoid.”
Poem Illustrating the Plight of Christians Who Find Themselves Astride the World & the Kingdom, Full Citizens of Neither.
Deep 'side an Irish lea
lies a mermaid
in a capricious pose
half-reclining, half-sitting
as her half-and-halfness dictates.
She takes her coffee with cream:
Half & Half naturally-
and is half-way committed
to the cause of boycotting tuna
for the fish in her sympathizes
but the woman in her
loves her Starfish.
Longing for love
she sighs a wistful sigh
for neither the marlins satisfy
nor the fishermen that happen by.
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