By Bo Gardiner. Excerpts from the full article at Patheos.
Are astrology and other New Age beliefs a kind of religion for those without religion? Real or not, should that religious stature grant them greater respect and less scoffing? The stars say yes in a New York Times op-ed this past week by writer Krista Burton. Does she make a good case?
“Wonder Girl” is one of countless popular YouTuber astrologers offering daily life advice.
By misrepresenting himself as a legitimate “documentary” filmmaker, Bart Sibrel (famously punched by Buzz Aldrin) invaded Alan’s home in 2004 and took advantage of the astronaut’s down-home gentility. At first the questions were innocuous; this clip picks up when the agenda became clear. Even as Sibrel’s nasty craziness became increasingly obnoxious, Alan generously humored him. But the easygoing gentleman had his limits, and he showed this creep the door with the most gracious of f-yous.
RIP Capt. Alan Bean, 1932-2018, an American hero. We thank you.
The NRA would love to claim the iconic Matt Dillon of Gunsmoke, U.S. Marshal in Dodge City, as a figurehead.
A fan of the series, I remembered a scene where Matt muses on his feelings about guns, and after a little research, found the moment.
Wild blue phlox and Virginia bluebells carpet the banks of the Roanoke this evening, the air intoxicating with phlox perfume and rushing water.
Don’t tell me Porgs are the Star Wars version of puffins. Puffins don’t have huge eyes and camo brown colors. Clearly Porgs were inspired by woodcocks.
“Puffin? You’re kidding, right?”
In February and March I’m often out tramping in the twilight, where meadows meet woods, in hopes of witnessing what Aldo Leopold called the Sky Dance of the American woodcock.
Here in Virginia’s Blue Ridge, by mid-February these Porg-shaped, foot-tall, nowhere-near-a-shore shorebirds are already excitedly deep in spring courtship.
Painting by C. Ford Riley.
In late winter’s milder, tranquil evenings, about twenty minutes after sunset, the woodcock hen strolls to the edge of her woods to judge the males’ seductive song and dance, performed just beyond in an open field. Her bizarrely huge dark eyes. set near the top of her head. give her an incredible 360-degree view, allowing her to hunt earthworms on the dark forest floor while watching for predators behind. Equally bizarre is her extraordinary long bill, more elephant’s trunk than bird’s bill, whose tip she flexes to grasp her prey. Continue reading