Prayers for Manchester.

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”

-Jesus of Nazareth

My heart is bleeding for all the families affected by the Manchester bombing last night, and my prayers are with you today, United Kingdom.

Rambling about a Dead Language.

I’m really into listening to Old English at the moment. Maybe it’s due to the fact that I’m reading The Hobbit for the first time (Nope, I never read it as a kid. I know, horrible, right?), or maybe it’s just because I’m a nerd. At some point I’d like to give the language a study, but right now I can barely squeeze in time for the modern languages I’m trying to master, let alone ancient ones, so I just listen.

Exciting and soothing at the same time, somehow, isn’t it?

Here’s a bit of Beowulf, if you want some dramatic singing.

So yeah. By the way, has anybody out there read Beowulf? I read Seamus Heaney’s translation last year, and I actually loved it. It was so cheerfully and unabashedly testosterone-fueled. It reminded me of watching Marvel’s Thor movies. It was like, “Yeah, he’s spent a few days underwater doing battle with monsters. Without scuba equipment. Wanna make something out of it?” Joyous.


Please [Please] Do Your Research.

A while back I went on a mini-rant about people who don’t do their research before saying silly things online.


At least that was just a silly YouTube comment from somebody random, and not a full on article from Refinery29, who should really know better.

That’s right, ladies and gents.

Let me break it down for you. In this article, R29 moans about The Chainsmokers’ decision not to feature Halsey in their performance, and then, like, WHOA MAN. Chris Martin. Who’da thunkit? I mean, totally out of left field there!

In spite of the fact that everybody should know by now that the song Chris “cameoed” in was in fact “Something Just Like This.” You know, the song that Coldplay collaborated with them on? The one that I featured just last week?


Plus, the way the article is worded makes me wonder if they are even aware that neither song they performed (the other one was Paris, featuring Emily  Warren) was “Closer” or even features Halsey at all. But I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt there and assume it’s just bad writing.

So yeah. Rant over.

Something Just Like This

Have I mentioned how much I love Coldplay? I love Coldplay.

Chris Martin may sing about not seeing himself on a list of mythological supermen, but as far as I’m concerned, he has a definite Midas thing going on artistically speaking.

Plus, this video is bright and colorful and there is confetti involved.

Barding Out… Again.

I almost titled this post “Ham & Eggs” because my punny brain went full renegade on me and said something like, “Heh heh heh… HAMlet and eggs BENEDICT oh my gosh you are the funniest person ever and you deserve some kind of award for this glory.”

No. You are not in charge here, pun-brain.


Moving on now.

I live in an unfortunately uncultured pocket of the world where no nearby theaters partner with National Theatre Live. This is probably a good thing, because otherwise I would be spending all my money on tickets. That being said, however, there are a few productions that I’m fairly bitter about missing, and Benedict Cumberbatch’s Hamlet is one of them.

Thank goodness for this:

I just love long, nerdy, discussion-type interviews.



Also, “Barding Out” is officially a thing now. I’m going to make a tag for that.

If We Faint Not.

Inspiration has been at a low ebb lately. The last month or so has been full of troubling issues with my extended family, which have been making my life more about “keepin’ on keepin’ on” than bounding along the mountaintops.

Not that it has been all bad, of course. There is still plenty of loveliness in the world. Today, for example, I got to spend a couple of hours playing tug-of-war with a puppy, and the most troubling issue I need to deal with is figuring out how to cook corned beef for my dad’s birthday (Holy cow, I just did the math and it turns out this is his 60th!!!) dinner tonight. There seem to be about a thousand different methods.

But anyway, that is all just rabbit-tracking. Turns out, you can find inspiration even for those times where all you can do is keep your head down and plod:

“And many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hew down and fells the hardest-timber’d oak.”

-Shakespeare, Henry VI, Part III

And then there’s this:

“And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.

-Galatians 6:9, KJV

So that’s what I’m doing. This pairing of quotes, by the way, is courtesy of The Bard and The Bible, a magnificent daily devotional by Bob Hostetler that I highly recommend. I’ll probably end up doing a review of it at some point, once I’ve gotten at least halfway through. There’s a blog to go with it, and I love it to death.

Second Annual Christmas Post.

It sounds strange to call something “annual” when you’ve only done it once before.

I’m banking on it becoming a legitimately annual thing, however, so it works.

But I digress from the festive point. Last year, I was feeling distinctly Scrooge-ish. This year, I’m pleased to report, I’ve been feeling much more Cratchitty. So in the spirit of celebrating the holiday, here are a few of the things I’ve been enjoying lately:

In the first place, we had our annual Young Life White Elephant Gift Exchange last night.

Meet Didien Razzmatazz, everyone.


Honestly, this picture does not do him justice. He’s like three feet tall (ish. I haven’t actually measured him), and he can slow dance.

Beat that, fellas.

Next, @thiscitylifeldn on Instagram has been posting pictures of Christmassy London:

I’m firmly convinced that London does Christmas far better than any American city. Jealous.

So that takes care of the parties and the visuals. Now there is only one thing left: The music.

This song goes out to all you unhappy people who have last-minute gift shopping to finish.


Merry Christmas, everybody!



Crispin Crispian Shall Ne’er Go By.

I was utterly at a loss of what to blog on this singularly uninspiring day. Until, that is, I logged into my trusty Tumblr and saw this:


Yes indeedy, ladies and gents. It’s St. Crispin’s Day.

Feel in need of some rousing?

Or how about something quieter?

Made my mom watch this because she doesn’t get my whole Shakespeare thing… yeah, she was crying by the end and didn’t even realize it. Huzzah.

Are snazzy haircuts more your thing?

Or how about this one. Just plain old stinkin’ adorable.

I mean, he’s doing a better job than I can!

Okay. Feeling inspired? I am.

Go show the rest of this week who’s boss.