The Limit on TBR (To Be Read)
Pensacola is HOT. We’re hitting 90+ degrees F. every day.
The streets are crowded with tourists, here for a High-T weekend of Blue Angels and their annual airshow. Pensacola is proud, very proud, of the Blue Angels, and, after a while, you just learn to steer clear of Pensacola Beach, any road leading to Pensacola Beach, and the popular restaurants on Blue Angels weekend. Unless you love crowds, fighting for a parking space, roasting in the sun and thirsting for cold drinking water – in which case Blue Angels on the Beach is right for you.
The heat saps my energy. I’m up early, trying to get steps in while I still have a breeze off the Bayou and before we hit our daily high temperature. There are days when you open the door and just gasp when the heat hits you in the face. Today, I am just sluggish. I missed my morning swim, which always cools me off and energizes me.
These are great days for reading. I have lots of choices; I can finish the book (again) that I am leading for Book Club in September (David Howard’s 1066) or I can escape with a hot-off-the-shelf best seller, or I can plunge back into the Hunger Games series from the beginning, which should give me a good week of escapism.
There is a limit – the top of my chair. You’d think that would be enough, but no, I have a backup TBR book-case for just in case I read everything on my TBR chair. š
Or I can postpone anything too demanding and write a post to HT&E. š
Biases: Believing Our Delusions
This is from a daily reading by Richard Rohr, a theologian I love reading for his broad outlook on belief and spirituality.
None of us is free from biases that skew our thinking. He lists several of the thinking errors below.
Recognizing Our Biases
CAC (Center for Advanced Contemplation – ed.) faculty member Brian McLaren has done thoughtful and helpful research about what makes us see things so differently from one another. He identified thirteen biases that we outline today. Being a former pastor and an excellent communicator, Brian found a way to make these complex ways of seeing simple and memorable. He writes:
People can’t see what they canāt see. Their biases get in the way, surrounding them like a high wall, trapping them in ignorance, deception, and illusion. No amount of reasoning and argument will get through to them, unless we first learn how to break down the walls of bias. . . .
Confirmation Bias: We judge new ideas based on the ease with which they fit in with and confirm the only standard we have: old ideas, old information, and trusted authorities. As a result, our framing story, belief system, or paradigm excludes whatever doesnāt fit.
Complexity Bias: Our brains prefer a simple falsehood to a complex truth.
Community Bias: Itās almost impossible to see what our community doesnāt, canāt, or wonāt see.
Complementarity Bias: If you are hostile to my ideas, Iāll be hostile to yours. If you are curious and respectful toward my ideas, Iāll respond in kind.
Competency Bias: We donāt know how much (or little) we know because we donāt know how much (or little) others know. In other words, incompetent people assume that most other people are about as incompetent as they are. As a result, they underestimate their [own] incompetence, and consider themselves at least of average competence.
Consciousness Bias: Some things simply canāt be seen from where I am right now. But if I keep growing, maturing, and developing, someday I will be able to see what is now inaccessible to me.
Comfort or Complacency Bias: I prefer not to have my comfort disturbed.
Conservative/Liberal Bias: I lean toward nurturing fairness and kindness, or towards strictly enforcing purity, loyalty, liberty, and authority, as an expression of my political identity.
Confidence Bias: I am attracted to confidence, even if it is false. I often prefer the bold lie to the hesitant truth.
Catastrophe or Normalcy Bias: I remember dramatic catastrophes but donāt notice gradual decline (or improvement).
Contact Bias: When I donāt have intense and sustained personal contact with āthe other,ā my prejudices and false assumptions go unchallenged.
Cash Bias: Itās hard for me to see something when my way of making a living requires me not to see it.
Conspiracy Bias: Under stress or shame, our brains are attracted to stories that relieve us, exonerate us, or portray us as innocent victims of malicious conspirators.
Do Not Fret Yourselves Because of Evildoers
From today’s Lectionary readings:
Psalm 37
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1 Do not fret yourself because of evildoers; *
do not be jealous of those who do wrong.
2 For they shall soon wither like the grass, *
and like the green grass fade away.
3 Put your trust in the Lord and do good; *
dwell in the land and feed on its riches.
4 Take delight in the Lord, *
and he shall give you your heart’s desire.
5 Commit your way to the Lord and put your trust in him, *
and he will bring it to pass.
6 He will make your righteousness as clear as the light *
and your just dealing as the noonday.
7 Be still before the Lord *
and wait patiently for him.
8 Do not fret yourself over the one who prospers, *
the one who succeeds in evil schemes.
9 Refrain from anger, leave rage alone; *
do not fret yourself; it leads only to evil.
10 For evildoers shall be cut off, *
but those who wait upon the Lord shall possess the land.
11 In a little while the wicked shall be no more; *
you shall search out their place, but they will not be there.
12 But the lowly shall possess the land; *
they will delight in abundance of peace.
13 The wicked plot against the righteous *
and gnash at them with their teeth.
14 The Lord laughs at the wicked, *
because he sees that their day will come.
15 The wicked draw their sword and bend their bow
to strike down the poor and needy, *
to slaughter those who are upright in their ways.
16 Their sword shall go through their own heart, *
and their bow shall be broken.
17 The little that the righteous has *
is better than great riches of the wicked.
18 For the power of the wicked shall be broken, *
but the Lord upholds the righteous.
Haunting Verse From Kipling
THE NAULAHKA
Now it is not good for the Christianās health to hustle the Aryan brown,
For the Christian riles, and the Aryan smiles and he weareth the Christian down;
And the end of the fight is a tombstone white with the name of the late deceased,
And the epitaph drear: āA Fool lies here who tried to hustle the East.ā
Rudyard KiplingĀ (1865ā1936).Ā
Verse: 1885ā1918.Ā Ā 1922.
And Then – A Miracle Happened
In the middle of the night, with no crowd to celebrate, with no acclaim, The Affordable Housing Bill became law.
During a time when Democrats and Republicans can hardly talk to one another without spitting, 85 Senators, Democrat and Republican, joined 358 Democrat and Republican Representatives to pass a bill to help strapped young Americans get back into the housing market.
The President refused to sign the bill. He called it a “Yawn.” He said he wouldn’t sign it until the Senate and House agreed to institute the SAVE Act. He is attempting to create issues in American elections that don’t exist, to limit voting, to limit who can vote, and to make it harder for American citizens to vote. To emphasize his point, he fired the last two remaining watchdogs on the Election Assistance Commission. He FIRED the people who are in place to make sure our elections are fair and ACCURATE.
I guess he hoped nobody was looking, and that no one would care.
The President did not, however, veto the bill. My guess is that he was facing a revolution in his own party if he vetoed Affordable Housing. So he just let it slide.
He let it slide, and this adorable little bill, The 21st Century ROAD to Housing, supported by members of both parties (who, admittedly, want to get re-elected) quietly became law because it was not vetoed.
In truth, if the president had vetoed, the bill, the numbers are so solid that it would have passed again and become law anyway, but to have foregone that extra struggle, where anything can happen, another distraction, another unnecessary way, it is a small, very welcome, miracle.
Didn’t you learn in your high school classes that laws are made by clasping hands across the aisle? There is so much we all have in common. I believe that most of us have intentions for the common good.
This is a small step in that direction, clearing a small path forward of create common solutions by joining together. Get out the brooms! Clear these cobwebs of hate and chaos! Bring back civility!
Celebrate small miracles!
Celebrate the 21st Century ROAD to Housing Act.
Here There and Insanity
I have a group of buddies who gather early in the morning to swim. Everyone needs a group that can help keep them sane, and this is the group for me. We share news updates. We share reactions. We share our own ups and downs. Some of us are elders; we share our aches and pains. And at all of this – we laugh. Thanks be to God; we help each other keep things in perspective and keep a sense of humor about ourselves.
AdventureMan tells me I have a special smile for when I am in Alaska, or when I am on a boat. Both sing to my soul. It’s hard coming off a great vacation, and even harder when a heat dome covers Pensacola and there is barely a whiff of fresh breeze, even by the shore.
I thank God, too, for the life I was given, my time in Alaska, and my time with my husband living in so many different countries in service to our own country. You know, old fashioned things like building alliances, learning foreign cultures and languages, building relationships.
So forgive me if I rant now and then about the craziness I see in our current situation. Sometimes I feel like the blog name should be Here There and Insanity; as Paul says to the Romans, we are doing the things we ought not to do and not doing the good we ought to be doing.
What to do?
Here is what I wish for you – a strong partner, and a loving family. A group, or two or three, of buddies who can help you laugh when insanity happens in the world, and a belief system that can keep you grounded when moral values are topsy-turvy, shaken and tossed out.
“There are places I’ll remember all my life – though some have changed . . . Some forever, not for better, some have gone, and some remained . . . All these places have their moments with lovers and friends I still can recall, Some are dead and some are living – in my life, I’ve loved them all.”
“Still, the U.S. Loss Kinda Felt Like Trump’s Fault”
The above quote is from Brian Phillips, writing for The Ringer, July 6, 2026, in an article titled: The Worst Ending to the Best U.S. Menās World Cup Ever.
He echoes the conversations held before the match all across the United States.
“It should never have been called! It wasn’t a foul!”
“What was Trump thinking, inserting himself in this?”
“So much for sportsmanship!”
“But he shouldn’t have been red-carded!”
I’m showing my age. I was aghast to hear that the president had interfered. I was aghast that FIFA changed the ruling so that Balogun could play. The Girl Scout in me (sigh, it never goes away) was screaming that even when a ruling is unjust, you man up and play on.
The loss to Belgium was staggering. Not even close. And what has been done cannot be undone; if FIFA continues corrupt and pliable, what might have been a path toward “Peace on Earth, Good Will Toward Men” is badly damaged.
Trump’s Murky Repairs on Reflection Pond
Our taxes at work paying Trump’s cronys in no-bid contracts.
“Thieves, Radicals and Lunatics”: The Nation Laughs
The leader of our country describes his own crowd of fundamental ideologists, corrupt nepotism, the severance of watchdogs protecting the public, and broken promises about releasing incriminating Epstein files. He points his fingers at others, blaming them for violations evident in his own administration. He lies, and he doesn’t even care.
We have to laugh. It is that or cry.
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