TBTM20090522


Just two years ago, Mike Hulme would have been about the last person you’d expect to hear criticising conventional climate change wisdom. Back then, he was the founding director of the Tyndall Centre for Climate Change Research, an organisation so revered by environmentalists that it could be mistaken for the academic wing of the green movement. Since leaving Tyndall – and as we found out in a telephone interview – he has come out of the climate change closet as an outspoken critic of such sacred cows as the UN’s IPCC, the “consensus”, the over-emphasis on scientific evidence in political debates about climate change, and to defend the rights of so-called “deniers” to contribute to those debates…

TBTM20090514


“…every time there are losses there are choices to be made. You choose to live your losses as passages to anger, blame, hatred, depression and resentment, or you choose to let these losses be passages to something new, something wider, and deeper…”

Henri Nouwen (via Maggi)

TBTM20090511


“The tears became a rainbow.”

Thank you for your prayers; they made a difference.

I’m not going to say anything about what happened on the blog – at least, if I do, it’ll be when it’s all well in the past – but I will retell this old joke, with gallows humour: What’s the difference between a terrorist and a liturgist? You can negotiate with terrorists…

TBTM20090507


We wuz robbed.
Strangely I don’t feel as miffed about the result as I would have expected – and much less gutted than I was after last year’s final, which was seriously painful. The thing is, Chelsea fully deserved to win: with the exception of the stoppage time goal Barcelona didn’t have a single shot on target all night, whereas, even without the distinctly dodgy penalty decisions, Chelsea had a lot of opportunities and were simply the better side. Sir Alex must be delighted – the best possible outcome for him, the weaker team gets through and is eviscerated in the process (eg no regular full backs for the final, bet Ronaldo loves that prospect). Of course, having vented that spleen, the fundamental truths are: Chelsea didn’t put away their chances, Barca did; and, the scenes at the end, whilst understandable, were a disgrace. There we go. Given the upheaval at Stamford Bridge recently, I still think this works out as a better campaign that we had any right to expect.

What a fortnight


Emerging blinking into daylight for the first time in too long. Hopefully, hopefully, life might resume a more reasonable shape now. I’ll certainly get a chance to blog something over the next 24 hours. Life is, on the whole, extremely good – it’s just been mind-breakingly busy.

In the meantime, here is today’s link:

We continue to have, however much the system is creaking at the edges, enough clergy to pretend that the parish system is working, while having nowhere near enough to make it work.