I don't actually think that the pin-pen merger is a moral failing. But it's not entirely clear to me how my emotional reactions would be any different if I did think that.

I should learn this today. musescore.com/user/3774391/s…

There's a lovely place on 35th St between N and O that I have my eye on (my job is at 37th and O), and if someone buys it out from under me I will have very un-Christian thoughts.

Here's my second post about the Sewanee Church Music Conference. profthomaswilliams.com/lesserfeasts/i…

There seems to be a conspiracy afoot to deprive me of the second syllable of my given name, to which I am unreasonably attached. I know it's silly, but Tom is not not my name, any more than, say, Doug. Or Betty Sue.

Be it hereby known that the thurifer at tonight's Pontifical Solemn Evensong (a presbyter with a PhD, and therefore fittingly vested in cassock, surplice, hood, and tippet) can sing the whole of "In the Year That King Uzziah Died" without a score.

Low-church priest: "Sorry, I don't have my oil stock with me." High-church priest: "That's OK. I'll get X to anoint me tonight." LCP: "You don't think it counts without olive oil, do you? You really *are* Catholic." HCP (to himself): "Why yes. Yes I am."

Plastic surgeon: "I'm pretty sure it's fat necrosis, which is just fat melting." Philosopher: "I have enough Greek for the word 'necrosis' to bother me, so thank you for that explanation."

In DC to look for a pied-à-terre. I brought *Barchester Towers* with me. That seems like a good companion when considering clerical opulence.

If random people don't stop shortening my name, I'm going to start putting my preferred noun in my sig file.

Today I got Scotus's treatment of the two affections of the will up to 1299 and Doctor Thorne up to Frank Gresham's coming of age. That's a good day.

Sometimes I think my sermons are better on the page than in the pulpit. This morning's, fortunately, was better in the pulpit than on the page.

I wonder if I should tell my students to say hi to me if they attend the Mass of the Holy Spirit tomorrow. I'll be the guy in ND regalia (royal blue), sitting next to another professor identically attired. I'm the bald one.

Looking at a photo from the celebration of our patronal festival (St Bart's Day), I notice that I am the junior cleric by date of ordination, but the second-most senior by age, and (easily) the one with the least hair. I also look the most pious. And not in a good way.

A minor but still genuine facet of the Problem of Evil is the Problem of Why Did No One Tell Me until This Morning that Eggs Benedict Are Delicious?

I just refereed a journal article and recommended publication without revision. I think I'm losing my edge.

Is there philosophical literature on the sorites paradox as applied to the expense of purchasing furniture?

Technically, there is no prohibition on using the sabbath to catch up on emails regarding your mercifully temporary stint as director of undergraduate students.

Had a great conversation today with the best priest I know. A great priest is an incomparable blessing.

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