- Important: All passwords were reset on 06/15/11. Old passwords will no longer work. Click here to retrieve your password.
- Subscribe to Our Free Dewsletter
We are non-commercial, all volunteer and supported by our readers. Please help sustain the Dew by making a donation.
Number of posts: 3
Email address: email
Posts by Lamont Cranston:
- 2011: War on Women.
- Say NO to Internet censorship.
- Here We Go: Romney Has Millions of Dollars Parked Offshore.
- Obama airs first ad in Virginia.
- Stubborn Facts.
- How to Argue About Politics.
- ABCnews Blotter.
- The Book of Jobs.
- Andrew Sullivan: How Obama’s Long Game Will Outsmart His Critics.
- And the Word of the Year Is…
- Occupy Oakland Walks Picket Line Supporting American Licorice Strikers.
- My Guantánamo Nightmare.
- Hastle Me.
- Union Jack Newspaper.
- Transact Socially.
- Lying for the Lord.
- One Pissed Off Liberal.
- TSA Top 10 Good Catches of 2011.
- How to Clone Mineral Water.
- The Ten Dogmas of Determinism.
- Gayest Cities in America, 2012.
- Revolver Maps.
- How Austerity Is Killing Europe.
- In praise of a second (or third) passport.
- Find your philosophy quiz.
- Media Myth Alert.
- I Love Charts.
- Where Minarchists Fear to Tread, Part 2.
- Visual History of Financial Crises.
- Joseph’s Blog: The Carin’ Carpenter.
- Licking Lechers.
- Experts Baffled by Mysterious Underground Chambers.
Worthy of Comment
Also on the Dew
Last month I was on assignment in a remote place, the kind of place where you see trucks and tractors but few cars. Farm territory. I parked along a weedy, poorly maintained road and as I stepped from the car I saw a sight from childhood. A tangled thicket of briars with succulent, shiny blackberries glistening like onyx pendants. Red berries, hard and yet to ripen, waited their turn for sunshine to do its magic. Seeing this explosion of blackberries brought back childhood memories. Pickin’ berries was great fun, a tradition. You’d reach into the briars and pluck a big berry, pop Read on →
The French Impressionists attempted a rendering of what they saw, an "impression" yes, but the interesting aspect is best illustrated by Seurat's Pointillism. Interesting because in the late 1800s there was a shift in emphasis among painters of an adventurous nature, what came to be called the "avant-garde," from the "subject" depicted to the "act" of perception. This shift may have grown out of or been influenced by then current scientific theories of how the eye works, but I believe it was based in an emerging self-awareness. The excitement was not about "how" I see but "that" I see. I Read on →
Liberal America's disconnection from the power of the spiritual dimension is not only manifested in this hopelessness I've heard from people. The costs of this condition go a lot deeper. Indeed, it is through Liberal America’s “dispirited” state that this side of America’s political divide has played an important role in letting destructive forces wield so much power in our political system. The whole of the American body politic is exposed as defective by our current political pathology. A famous line from the poet Yeats: “The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are filled with a passionate intensity.” Here is what I see as th Read on →
One night about three years ago when Jake was five, I was settling him to sleep with a book about Chicken Licken. I hadn’t met her before but Jake knew her well. When we got to the end of the book and he asked for another story, I was too tired to fetch another book, and didn’t want to disturb his sleepy state, so I made up a variation on this theme. We lay with our eyes closed, imagining. Taking the character’s name in vain, we casually began to invent life situations and adventures for Chicken Licken. “Chicken Licken goes to school” Read on →