I should be making my morning run now (to be precise, I should already have done so), but I’m preaching this morning at the college Mass and the sermon was not fully fledged when I woke up this mor… | Continue reading
I had a pretty positive run this morning — an agreeable 8°, steady pace, with enough energy that I could pick up my tempo a couple of times in the last stretch. Alas, when I got home and pushed ‘St… | Continue reading
Back to my regular route this morning, 3° and medium breezes, and my muscles just never really opened up. Breathing whoofy rather than gaspy (I guess that’s a kind of progress?), but the time was o… | Continue reading
I took a bit of a detour this morning, so the time isn’t a record of a mile directly comparable to other miles. The weather was cold, with a bit of a breeze; 4°, and I ran it in 11:14 (but again, t… | Continue reading
I noticed today that during my early-morning run, I didn’t think as much about how much I hate running. This is a worrying sign that I might be inching toward becoming A Runner. The possibility rol… | Continue reading
I’m not sure what I did with the time for my Tuesday run, but it wasn’t anything unusual; call it 10:45. Wednesday’s was 10:40 in misty 4° weather. This morning felt better (4°, no breeze or rain) … | Continue reading
Sunday morning, at 0° and with very thick frost, I ran a 10:57; this morning, -2° with frozen mist and a shoelace that came untied, the timer says I ran 10:10. That can’t be right, of course; even … | Continue reading
Off to a meeting of the leadership Council of the Sodality of Mary, Mother of Priests, at St Mary Magdalene, Munster Square. It’s a bit hard to leave Margaret behind when I’ve spent all week at wor… | Continue reading
Missed yesterday — just slept too late to squeeze in a run in time before chapel — but ran again this morning, which makes five of the last seven days. Wahoo! (Ugh.) Knees felt a little wobbly at f… | Continue reading
Ran again, three days of five(!), 10:46. It felt more leisurely, mild head winds, but a good time. | Continue reading
I had a whopping, nasty charley horse last night (this is why I didn’t run this morning), which reminded me that my British colleagues have to manage without this evocative, specific diagnosis for … | Continue reading
David notes that a coalition of French museums have released images of their paintings — 150,000 paintings — into the public domain. He’s concerned that they didn’t make it easier to bulk download … | Continue reading
I ran this morning, too. That’s two days in a row. Don’t worry — I’m not turning into that guy (I don’t think); I just felt vexed about having fallen from my 10:30-ish plateau to … | Continue reading
Friday morning I received the painful news that a dearly-loved former student of mine, the Revd Dr David Efird of York University, had suffered a massive heart attack while exercising at his gym, a… | Continue reading
11:01, again with mild head winds, cool not cold. And again, harder to breathe than I sense it ought to be. | Continue reading
Tom the Dancing Bug, a/k/a Ruben Bolling, has a lovely bit of doggerel about the complications that arise from the gradual drift of copyrighted material into the public domain: A bear, however hard… | Continue reading
11:02. Ah, well. A bit breezy, not very cold, but my breathing was even more laboured than usual. | Continue reading
5°, light rain, 10:40 (with a wrong turn, believe it or not, so the mile itself was more like 10:36 or so). | Continue reading
At end of term, reflecting on the way that stress, frustration, tension, and exhaustion dissolve into one’s self as carbon dioxide into water; and then, when the pressure is released, great painful… | Continue reading
I didn’t run Wednesday because I pulled a two-hour shift of adoration before the Blessed Sacrament during the night, and would be keeping vigil again at 8:00 in the morning — but the Morning Office… | Continue reading
Strong breezes this morning, 9°, and the headwinds shifted so that I was running into the breeze more than half of the way. Still, I didn’t feel too bad (I mean, for someone who’s running and wheez… | Continue reading
The fundamental condition of interpretive practice is difference. Thus, every heremenutic that aims at — or takes as its founding premise — a correctness or identity (in the sense of a an interpret… | Continue reading
Winter reminds me of another reason I hate running: winter. Luckily, it provides a very strong incentive to get the run over with as rapidly as my boy will allow: that, too, is winter. 1°, very lig… | Continue reading
I thought I was running at a decent pace, but I must not have been stretching out my legs enough. To be fair, that makes sense, as the pavements are coated with wet, almost-frozen leaves. Still, 10… | Continue reading
The weather was adequate (ground was wet, but air was still and the temperature about 9°), my body was sluggish but not achey, and my mile came in at 10:39. I notice that I didn’t note Sunday’s run… | Continue reading
4°, ‘light’ breezes, 10:34. The good news (if there can be good news about running) is that the knot in my thigh has been receding over the last couple of runs. On the other hand, a mile hasn’t got… | Continue reading
Just a note here linking to Peter Gurry’s report Paul Foster’s survey of the British New Testament conference attendees regarding which letters they think Paul wrote and didn’t write, with a very i… | Continue reading
I’ve been working through Paul’s letters with my ordinands in several different courses, and just now it hit me that scholars typically treat Paul’s interpretation of Abraham as a retrospective rat… | Continue reading
4°, very light breezes, got started on a good pace and didn’t start tightening up till the very end, and no knot in my right groin muscle. 10:22. | Continue reading
3°, calm. Still feeling tight for most of the mile, though not quite so badly. In the end, 10:33 — an improvement, but a far cry from the heyday of the 10:10 plateau. | Continue reading
When I read papers or give presentations about hermeneutics, people always ask me, ‘If you’re right and there is no intrinsic “meaning” in texts about which to be right or wrong, are all interpreta… | Continue reading
5°, breezy, and drizzle. This will not be fun. OK, to be fair — it wasn’t really drizzling at all. The breeze wasn’t much bother, except that I had to run north on Magdalen Road into a headwind. My… | Continue reading
The pavement in our garden attracts (a) slugs, especially when wet, and (b) curled-up leaves that look like slugs, especially when wet. As a consequence, I spend a lot of my walking time, especiall… | Continue reading
Cold air, dead legs, and a more or less predictable result — myt mile came in at 10:42. | Continue reading
This morning dawns — well, not quite dawn yet — 7° and dry, 93% humidity. I woke up early to allow a bit more warming-up time than I have allotted in weeks past. We will see what happens. Well, not… | Continue reading
It occurred to me this morning as I was trudging/running along that one way to make the experience less onerous might be to diminish the amount of useless organic matter that I carry along with me … | Continue reading
I missed two runs with a bit of a cold, and the air is fresh, and my lungs aren’t entirely clear of the residue of my affliction. Every muscle pulled tight as I ran, so that I was taking only wee b… | Continue reading
It’s raining this morning, and I’m not so in cautious as to risk twisting my wobbly legs or ankles, or chance a head cold at the beginning of term, so I won’t run my mile this morning. I will, howe… | Continue reading
This morning was very different to Sunday: dry and chilly (I should have worn my hoodie), and although the chill kept me from becoming fully limber I was not as achey and stiff this morning. 5°, 0%… | Continue reading
Rain was drizzling on me this morning as I made my sacrifice to marginal fitness — 100% humidity, though the pollution was low, breezy, 16°. About fifty steps in, I realised that this was going to … | Continue reading
Didn’t run this morning; I had a lot of train travel yesterday, I slept later than usual, and my back was stiff. | Continue reading
I was chatting with Danya on Twitter, about Fleabag and clergy and sex, and it occurred to me that we and our wise friend Laura could do a great job of writing a book about sex and clergy. That is … | Continue reading
I had to prove my identity yesterday in a comprehensive, ‘No, really, are you actually a distinct individual named A K M Adam who has been alive since…, and currently resides…, and who has not comm… | Continue reading
In the world we now inhabit, where artists’ creepy side[s] overshadow the works they produce, it’s difficult to admit this — but one of my favourite moments in all of rock’n’roll comes when (known … | Continue reading
10:29. Felt OK, breathing hard, did the job. | Continue reading
I’m charmed that one of the most popular posts in this blog is the one that identifies the plural to ‘impetus’. | Continue reading
… so that I don’t forget, I ran a gasping 10:39 this morning. On the positive side, I still haven’t stopped running the whole mile; on the frustrating side, I haven’t yet gotten back into 10:10 for… | Continue reading
I’ve held back on speaking publicly about Joi Ito’s actions as head of the MIT Media Lab, for several reasons. First, I’m both a friend of Joi’s and in a very casual way I talk with him about matte… | Continue reading