This Is Going to Get Loud Does Trump realize what an affidavit for a search warrant consists of? In this case, it’s a document sworn out by a DOJ official detailing all the reasons the DOJ has probable cause to justify the warrant. I mean, I feel most affidavits for search warrants aren’t filled withContinue reading “Everyone Calm Down”
Author Archives: Jack Canfora
The Pros and Cons of Sleeplessness
In the grips of sleeplessness, I perform close readings of the whole canon of my inadequacies with what can only be described as a Talmudic intensity.
How Can I Live With Myself? Let’s See!
I moved into a new house in March and for the first time in my life, I am the only human living with myself. I find, almost five months in, that I’m generally OK to live with, albeit a little moody and quiet sometimes. I usually keep the same hours I like to keep, whichContinue reading “How Can I Live With Myself? Let’s See!”
Art: It’s Just Not That Into Me (Or a Lot of Us)
If you expect the Art Gods to act is if they have any interest in fairness, let alone thinking that all of your toil and hours of sacrifice somehow obligates them to give you a helping hand, you haven’t been paying attention.
June 24th, 2022
In Jewish law, a fetus attains the status of a full person only at birth. Sources in the Talmud indicate that prior to 40 days of gestation, the fetus has an even more limited legal status, with one Talmudic authority (Yevamot 69b) asserting that prior to 40 days the fetus is “mere water.” Elsewhere, theContinue reading “June 24th, 2022”
Happy Bloomsday!!
Why Wading Into this Famously Dense Novel Is Worth the Work
Judging Judgment (Ugh, What A Self-Consciously Cutsey Title. This Isn’t a Great Start)
In The Great Gatsby, its narrator asserts in the opening paragraphs that he makes a point of not judging people. He then goes on, roughly one paragraph later, to start judging and barely a page goes by in which he fails to not only judge people, but do so in a delightfully dry and atContinue reading “Judging Judgment (Ugh, What A Self-Consciously Cutsey Title. This Isn’t a Great Start)”
Memorial Day
So my great uncle was, I think, 19 (let’s say 19) and stationed in England as a private in the US Army on the eve of the Normandy invasion. And he was scared out of his wits. So much so, he placed a call to his oldest brother, my grandfather, and confessed he was thinkingContinue reading “Memorial Day”
Words, Words, Words
I’m a sucker for words of all shapes, sizes, and especially, sounds. But its chief function is communication… if you have an arcane word that is the absolute mot juste, have at.
But [a word like] stochastic? Its only pragmatic functions to show off. It’s sure as hell not trying to communicate, is it?
The Numbing of America
What I feel – or, more accurately, fail to feel about this latest shooting – is the result of residual trauma that’s become an ambient, barely perceptible distorted noise in the back of every American’s head.