Fox News and a New Fdip THAT WILL KILL YOU

Episode 319 of Phedippidations will be available this weekend, and it’s my response to an article written on the Fox News website that suggests that endurance sports CAN KILL YOU. (Did I just use all “caps” just then? Sorry about that…I know that’s considered rude, but perhaps it’s appropriate since RUNNING A MARATHON WILL KILL YOU!!).  Anyway, listen in and enjoy the rant.


So Long Summer, Bring on the Dark

The Autumnal Equinox arrives at 10:29 PM EDT on Monday September 22nd.  With it comes the end of summer and the start of the cold, dark nights that will last until mid-March.  Winter is coming, but before that happens the Universe has one last gift to bestow.


by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

With what a glory comes and goes the year!
The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers
Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy
Life's newness, and earth's garniture spread out.

And when the silver habit of the clouds
Comes down upon the autumn sun, and with
A sober gladness the old year takes up
His bright inheritance of golden fruits,
A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene.

There is a beautiful spirit breathing now
Its mellow richness on the clustered trees,
And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,
Pouring new glory on the autumn woods,
And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds.

Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird,
Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales
The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer,
Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life
Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned,
And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved,
Where Autumn, like a faint old man, sits down
By the wayside a-weary.Through the trees
The golden robin moves.The purple finch,
That on wild cherry and red cedar feeds,
A winter bird, comes with its plaintive whistle,
And pecks by the witch-hazel, whilst aloud
From cottage roofs the warbling blue-bird sings,
And merrily, with oft-repeated stroke,
Sounds from the threshing-floor the busy flail.

O what a glory doth this world put on
For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth
Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks
On duties well performed, and days well spent!
For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves,
Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings.
He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death
Has lifted up for all, that he shall go
To his long resting-place without a tear.

The song “Boston” is by Augustana.


I Apologize on Behalf of the United States

The “war drums” are pounding again, and despite our President’s intent that bombing ISIS will be a limited engagement without “boots on the ground”: THIS IS THE SINGLE WORST PLAN POSSIBLE, and we will ALL regret it.  I’m sorry.