T.S. Eliot on ‘this Twittering world’

T.S. Eliot on ‘this Twittering world’

How Much Do Music Artists Earn Online?

Sinclair Ferguson’s Ten Commandments for Preachers

Sinclair Ferguson’s Ten Commandments for Preachers

Seven Ways To Respond To A Hitch-hiker

People driving along the A30 do a number of things when confronted with the possibility of allowing a hitch-hiker to join them on their journey towards the M5:

#1 Look straight ahead without so much as averting their gaze. The hitch-hiker in this instance might as well be an invisible man. But the slower the speed of the passing cars, the less this happens.

#2 Perform an exaggerated shrug to indicated (or at least so I assumed) that they were turning off the A30 before reaching the M5 to which my sign indicated I wished to be taken.

#3 Turn and point towards a backseat filled with the tightly packed bodies of family members: these could be anything from young infants of indeterminate gender to those considerably more senior. (One car with a ‘grandchildren on board’ sticker had five occupants who all looked over fifty).

#4 Pretend to be engrossed, ever so suddenly, in some invisible happening on the opposite side from the hitch-hiker. (Had they not been thus distracted, they would have certainly stopped).

#5 Honk the horn, without providing any hermeneutical clue to aid the interpretation of such a signal.

#6 Use a more conventional hand-gesture to communicate the pleasure of being in a fast-moving vehicle and not standing pathetically in the rain like the contemptible hit-hiker.

#7 Stop to pick you up!


Now if only these seven happened with equal frequency…

As an atheist, I truly believe Africa needs God | Matthew Parris – Times Online

As an atheist, I truly believe Africa needs God | Matthew Parris – Times Online

This morning I was woken, as usual, by the scream of Janelle Monae’s call to prayer do the tightrope, which has become my morning wake-up alarm, and is proving to be far more successful than the previous inanely beeping «de-DUH, de-DUH», which would merely drive me back into the depths of sleep with its unwelcoming introduction to the new day.

And I lie in bed, trying to persuade myself that the cosy warmth of remaining underneath the duvet cannot compare to the joy of running through the streets of Cambridge as the town is still waking up, and the leaves of the trees are still shimmering with the dew of dawn.

Finally I win the mental battle, but just as I’m about to slip out of bed, Taryn senses my decision and wraps her arms around me in sleepy protest. It’s not easy this life.

«I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of God unto salvation for all who believe.»

For those of us who have sometimes doubted the usefulness of giving away tracts, here is a demonstration of the power of persistently sharing the gospel in the simplest of ways:

The Man from George Street

(by robertbrownell)

For incisive cartoon insight into the world of scientific research, I present to you… Nik Papageorgiou’s The Upturned Microscope.