Link of the day

Hopeful signs that sanity’s on its way back, and that woke has peaked:

Judge Strikes Down California Law Mandating Women on Boards

Decision follows a similar ruling last month on a separate law requiring racial or ethnic diversity on boards

Judge Strikes Down California Law Mandating Women on Boards – WSJ

[ungated version here]

Lo que yo te mando

Después de la muerte de Moisés, siervo del Señor, dijo el Señor a Josué, hijo de Nun, ayudante de Moisés: «Moisés, mi siervo, ha muerto. Anda, pasa al Jordán con todo este pueblo, en marcha hacia el país que voy a darles a los hijos de Israel. […] Lo que yo te mando es que tengas valor y seas valiente. No tengas miedo ni te acobardes, que contigo está el Señor, tu Dios, en cualquier cosa que emprendas».

Josué 1, 1~9

El paso del Jordán representa, claro está, la mayoría de edad del pueblo judío. Yahvé se ha comportado hasta entonces como un padre —furibundo, inclemente, airado, cruel, pero también protector, sustentador, instructor, paciente, resignado; con su misión principal cumplida, habiendo acompañado y guiado a su pueblo hasta donde, a partir de entonces, debe seguir solo, atisba ahora la posibilidad del descanso de la (dura) tarea realizada; y sorprende con un consejo final, o quizás con el único consejo posible, con la única orden legítima que un padre puede dar a sus hijos —que tengan valor y que sean valientes, porque si ha sido un buen padre, él va estar siempre con ellos.

My collection (Part 1 of 82)

These are the songs that have made it into my collection. Note that they may be a different version than the ones shown here. I’ll be posting them every Sunday, five by five, alphabetically ordered by track’s name.

The Rolling Stones, 19th Nervous Breakdown
George Duning, 3:10 to Yuma’s Theme
The Beatles, A Hard Day’s Night
Django Reinhardt et le Quintette du Hot Club de France, A Little Love, a Little Kiss
Georges Bizet, Carmen (Overture)

Judgment at Nuremberg

On the Beach (1959) is a strange but powerful film, in the quiet way in which depicts humanity’s final days following a global nuclear war; and unfortunately relevant as of today, given the current state of affairs.

That film made me interested in director Stanley Kramer. Today I’ve seen his Judgment at Nuremberg (1961), that I hope you may have seen, too (and if not, I highly recommend it). But I don’t want to comment on its main theme —the responsibility, the degree of responsibility, or the lack of responsibility, of the German people in the atrocities committed in their name by their government. Quite a theme, very good scripted, appropriately nuanced, and wonderfully acted out.

What I want to bring here is a piece of dialogue quite at the beginning of the film that has touched me deep. Preparing for leaving the courtroom at the end of the first session, the chat between two of the judges goes this way:

—What’ve you thought doing at the weekend?

My wife and I are going to Liege.

—Nothing in Liege, I’ve been there…

—My son was in the 101st. He’s buried in the American cemetery outside Liege.