Litir Scéala, Vol. II.1, No. 18

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Things slow down a little during the Summer, at least for the SIG.  That’s good, because everything else is speeding up.  I’ve been working hard on completing the first draft of What Happened to Distributive Justice, a thoroughly researched tome that investigates, well, what happened to our understanding of distributive justice.

Litir Scéala, Vol. II.1, No. 17

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A great many things have been happening, some of which relate to the interests of the SIG.  Unfortunately, that also means that I haven’t had the chance to collect material for the newsletter, and I refuse to postpone an issue . . . that way lies madness (or, at least, frustration, right, Shirley?).

Litir Scéala, Vol. II.1, No. 15

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We’re still a little short of news — everybody seems to want to read the newsletter, but nobody seems to want to tell us what’s going on!  That means you’re stuck again with hearing about everything (printable) that I’m doing.  Admittedly it’s fascinating . . . for you, but where does that leave me?

By the way, see if you can guess who that is.  Be very ashamed if you don't recognize him.

Beannachtai!

Michael

Litir Scéala, Vol. II.1, No. 15

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What with Samhain (which is not pronounced “Sam Hane”) coming up and the Forces of Darkness about to assume their half-year reign, you can tell that the Christmas season of love, peace, and joy are almost upon us.  And if you think that’s paradoxical, the only way we’ve been able to tell here inside the Washington, DC, Beltway that the government has been shut down is the level of complaints about the government being shut down.  And those rampaging WWII veterans charging up to their memorial.

Litir Scéala, Vol. II.1, No. 14

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I’ve decided to change the newsletter to a quarterly format.  I did this unilaterally and without consulting Co-coordinator Shirley.  Frankly, I’ve got so much other writing to do that it’s become hard not to give the newsletter short shrift.  I’m hoping it will be easier to slide into this every three months, rather than panic every thirty days or so.

Litir Scéala, Vol. II.1, No. 13

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Yes, friends and neighbors, another rush job.  For the past three months I’ve been tied up in helping people at a think tank for which I volunteer, the Center for Economic and Social Justice, prepare a response to some . . . I’ll call them acrimonious critics rather than what I really think.

Litir Scéala, Vol. II.1, No. 12

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Right about now you’re probably thinking that “Litir Scéala an tSIG Gaelach is Irish for “Coordinator’s Continuing Excuses.”  Well . . . they’re not excuses.  They’re reasons.

Litir Scéala, Vol. II.1, No. 11

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Now . . . don’t tell me you really expected a Certified Public Accountant who sings in two choirs to do a full-blown newsletter right after the Easter Triduum and before April 15.

Litir Scéala, Vol. II.1, No. 10

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Yet again I had it brought forcefully home to me that time and the tide wait for no man.  Or woman.  Consequently (I seem to be using that word an awfully lot these days) a “non-essential” task such as writing a newsletter, even with an Irish theme in March, can take second place.  It doesn’t help any that there also seems to be a number of tax-related items that also crop up.

Litir Scéala, Vol. II.1, No. 9

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I had a dandy book review all planned for this edition, but time got away from me.  February is, after all, the shortest month. . . . Yes, I know that Julius and Augustus took their days from the latter half of the month, and this is still the first half of the month (at least as of this writing), but any port (or excuse) in a storm.

Litir Scéala, Vol. II.1, No. 8

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As you will see below, recently someone sent us a copy of God and Intelligence, Fulton Sheen’s first book from 1925.  CESJ, our newsletter sponsor, welcomes contributions of books for its library — but check first to see if we want them!

Litir Scéala, Vol. II.1, No. 7

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Here is the "Lucky Seventh" issue of the Irish SIG Newsletter. If you haven't become an e-mail subscriber, please consider doing so (and don't forget to validate your subscription, or you won't be getting any newsletters!). If you're a subscriber, you might also want to consider joining the SIG, whether or not you're a member of Mensa. Just follow the instructions — but be sure to tell us that you are, in fact, a member of Mensa (especially if you really are), so that we can notify national and get the Irish SIG — one of the oldest in American Mensa — relisted as "official." Remember: without you and your input, the SIG would not exist . . . but you have to tell us so that, like the Whos down in Whoville, we can let them know that "We are here!"

Beannachtai!

Michael