- Turns out the first three bombs exploded almost simultaneously. The "official" timeline, cited in the note I added to my Day Seven post, was wrong.
- Steven King (features editor of the Belfast Telegraph, who is a totally different kind of writer from horror novelist Stephen King) was in London during the terrorist attacks, and he wrote a fascinating personal account. (HT to Peter Epps, who helped sort out the facts on this one.)
- Here's another personal account of the London bombings that particularly interested me. It's by Jon Mackenzie, who was in town to attend the same conference Darlene and I had come to London for. (As a matter of fact, Jon was very graciously bringing me a bag of Minstrels, which I hope he enjoyed. He needed them more than I did anyway. And, after all, it's the thought that counts.)
- To those who have complained because my negative assessment of "Live 8" was so wantonly and callously inattentive to the normal conventions of political correctness, I want to remind you that just the day before, I had made a post in favor of whirled peas.
- All week, I was continually asked to give my opinion of the "emerging church" movement. Here's the short answer: I think it's little more than the twenty-first century equivalent of "The Church of What's Happenin' Now," and the movement's true patron saint is Reverend Leroy. You can put whatever pretentious mask you want on it; you can dress it up in a tweed jacket with a pipe and teach it to speak in avuncular tones; or you can put it behind a pasty-white complexion and dress it in Gothic black with a full array of tattoos and body piercings. But at the end of the day, it still owes more to Flip Wilson than to 1 Corinthians 1:21-25.
10 July 2005
Leftovers from a week to remember: