Res Gestae

‘Tis the Season… Days of Future Past Some sort of a sweet foreboding sweeps over me in this season of glad tidings and joy. I ge...

Bentley at the Red Light: Old Poverty, New Wealth For the first time, the electorate faces a clear ideological choice. The Congress is t...

The World Bears Witness to its Destructive Outcomes Sixty-eight years ago on August 6, American planes dropped “atom bombs” on the Jap...

On the Spiritual Roots of Loafing… There is a deeply spiritual element in spurning ritual to do something completely different: it’s l...

In My Life All These Places Have a Meaning… The single dominant memory that I have of Alan Oscar (pictured above on the right)...