Food, that is. I remain convinced that it’s actually outside of Charleston, on John’s Island, at a little strip-mall restaurant called “El Mercadito.” Delicious. I highly suggest the chorizo tacos with a smattering of onions and cilantro, garnished with fresh-squeezed lime. It’s magnificent. The margaritas are very fine, too, but …
Things have been quiet since Friday since there’s not been much for me to report. The weekend was pleasantly spent going to the Gibbes Art Museum, attending the home opener on the Citadel’s football schedule (pasted Presbyterian College), and writing a book review for that was requested by the Journal …
Friday afternoons at The Citadel, more often than not, bring a parade. It’s a rather hard thing to describe to folks who haven’t seen it, and it’s quite impressive once you have: the cadets march out from the barracks in their finery, rolling across the great green lawn of the …
I constantly tell my students that human knowledge is always subject to emendation. That’s the beauty and curse of living in a rationalized, post-Enlightenment age. Our greater understanding of the world has, perhaps paradoxically, left us with fewer reliable facts. Like most things in life, this existential conundrum is perhaps …
I’m teaching mythology for the first time here. It’s a lot of fun, but it is a lot of work. This is especially true because I’ve been making fancy-pants PowerPoint presentations to cover the material in class. I’m still quite new to the software — I know, don’t laugh — …