Weekend Update

This weekend we spent in Kent, Connecticut, which is near the western edge of the state, about halfway between the northern and southern borders. Friends of ours—parents of one of the boy's classmates—have a weekend place up there, and they invited us to join them for the weekend. We'd been there before, and it's beautiful up there.
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The festival did provide a moment of pure magic, though. We had wandered into a master class taught by Béla Fleck, and someone asked him about the classical music he had arranged for, and played on, nontraditional instruments. For about 90 seconds, I sat transfixed as he played Bach on the banjo.

Then we drove home and got stuck in traffic.

Once More Unto the Heap

Following up on this post, I have started reading (and nearly finished) Nomad, the most recent book by Ayaan Hirsi Ali, who is a hero to me. It seemed like a natural choice: I had recently read Infidel and found it compelling. Considering that I had just finished the Bible, I also thought it would give me some fresh context for some of what she said about the Quran.

Lots of thoughts so far, but no time right now to put them down. I have found myself nearly shaking with rage at times, though, nearly always directed at western leftists.