Friday Link Love

Just a few today: ~

Joy of Books -- YouTube

I cannot fathom how long this took... but I'm glad they spent the time.



New Playgrounds Are Safe... And That's Why Nobody Uses Them -- Atlantic

I couldn't agree more. I can't count the number of times I've stood at the bottom of a lame plastic slide just in case one of my kids flies off the bottom---because it happened to me when I was a kid---and then realized, "Who am I kidding? They're going to grind to a halt halfway up and have to scoot their way off. Childhood today sucks."

And while I'm on the topic, why do parents say "Good job" when their kid reaches the bottom of a slide? "Way to be subject to gravity!"


How Do We Identify Good Ideas? -- Jonah Lehrer

The inconsistency of genius is a consistent theme of creativity: Even those blessed with ridiculous talent still produce works of startling mediocrity. (The Beatles are the exception that proves the rule, although their subsequent solo careers prove that even Lennon and McCartney were fallible artists.) The larger point is that mere imagination is not enough, for even those with prodigious gifts must still be able to sort their best from their worst, sifting through the clutter to find what’s actually worthwhile.

...But this raises the obvious question: How can we sort our genius from our rubbish?

The answer may surprise you... and it has implications for Sabbath, in my opinion.


Free Cabin P0rn 

I wish it weren't called that, but whatever.

We talk a lot in our family about the idea of a "self house." Caroline came up with the name at Christmas several years ago. She told Robert she wanted to give me my own small cabin in the backyard "where Mommy can go when she's feeling mad." Sigh. I was half dismayed that Mommy apparently gets mad often enough to need a whole separate building to contain it, half blown away by her idea, which let's face it, is spot on. Who wouldn't love a self house?

This site is full of self houses, and the story snippets are fascinating, the pictures arresting. I was reminded of my friend Karen, who recommended a book years ago about desert spirituality called The Solace of Fierce Landscapes. OK, I then bought the book and never read it. But don't you see the solace of fierce landscapes when you look through these photos?

Oh and Caroline, if you ever read this, here's the one I've picked out:


And speaking of a space of one's own, I'm off to Montreat on Sunday for a week of Preacher Camp. It's an intense week socially, academically, and... gastronomically. (We eat out a lot.) But every night I retire to my own "cabin" of sorts, and it's very very nice. And then by Friday I'm very happy to get back home to the chaos.

My papers are written and I can't wait. Take care.