Indians beat Yankees 22-0. Click for the ugly (or beautiful, depending on your point of view) details. Half the people in my house are Yankees fans, and half are Indians fans. You can bet it was an interesting evening ...
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Monday, August 30, 2004
A Quite Right Rite
Okay, so it's not technically a separate rite. The Anglican Use Liturgy for the Roman Catholic Church was established in the 80s for disaffected Episcopalians/Anglicans who wished to be received into the Church. It's getting a bit more press lately thanks to the growing rifts between conservatives and liberals in the of the Church of England what with the ordination of an actively homosexual bishop in its Episcopalian sector.
I've never been to a Mass conducted this way, but apparently it's extraordinarily beautiful - it's the lovely traditional (emphasis on traditional) Anglican liturgy with the tiniest little adjustments to make it fit more with Catholicism. One of my very theologically orthodox friends once told me, "The Church of England has married priests, divorced priests, women priests, gay priests, birth control and abortion. The only good thing you can say for them is that they have exquisite taste." Ouch. Haaaaarsh. But true - they do have all those things, and they do have tons better taste than your average Roman Catholic, including yours truly. Not that there's anything intrinsically wrong with making a parish church out of cement, if it suits you. Or playing guitars at Mass. I've seen it done very well and very reverently. But it's not quite - how can I say this - high art? Perhaps it is all a matter of personal taste. De gestibus non est disputandum. And I'm not exactly an art critic, believe it or not. I can hear the gasps of surprise now ;). Nevertheless, here are two photographs:
The first, from recently built Ss. Cosmas and Damian in Twinsburg, OH. (Yup, in the town next to good old Hudson!)
and the second from Our Lady of the Atonement Church in San Antonio, Texas , built in the mid 80s (and which by the way uses the Anglican Use Liturgy).
Personally, I can't help but like the second one better. It just seems ... Nicer? More Catholic? It's hard to put the "effect" into words ... The modern style does have its virtues and there's nothing liturgically wrong with it, I guess. It just doesn't do it for me. It seems too sterile and cold and rather ugly in my opinion. Our Lady of the Atonement appears warmer and more inviting. I suppose you could also say "cluttered." ;) What do y'all think?
I've never been to a Mass conducted this way, but apparently it's extraordinarily beautiful - it's the lovely traditional (emphasis on traditional) Anglican liturgy with the tiniest little adjustments to make it fit more with Catholicism. One of my very theologically orthodox friends once told me, "The Church of England has married priests, divorced priests, women priests, gay priests, birth control and abortion. The only good thing you can say for them is that they have exquisite taste." Ouch. Haaaaarsh. But true - they do have all those things, and they do have tons better taste than your average Roman Catholic, including yours truly. Not that there's anything intrinsically wrong with making a parish church out of cement, if it suits you. Or playing guitars at Mass. I've seen it done very well and very reverently. But it's not quite - how can I say this - high art? Perhaps it is all a matter of personal taste. De gestibus non est disputandum. And I'm not exactly an art critic, believe it or not. I can hear the gasps of surprise now ;). Nevertheless, here are two photographs:
The first, from recently built Ss. Cosmas and Damian in Twinsburg, OH. (Yup, in the town next to good old Hudson!)
and the second from Our Lady of the Atonement Church in San Antonio, Texas , built in the mid 80s (and which by the way uses the Anglican Use Liturgy).
Personally, I can't help but like the second one better. It just seems ... Nicer? More Catholic? It's hard to put the "effect" into words ... The modern style does have its virtues and there's nothing liturgically wrong with it, I guess. It just doesn't do it for me. It seems too sterile and cold and rather ugly in my opinion. Our Lady of the Atonement appears warmer and more inviting. I suppose you could also say "cluttered." ;) What do y'all think?
Sunday, August 29, 2004
I heart DC
I really do. Although I had to do a lot of walking today, and I've already seen the sights on a few trips before, so I'm a bit cranky :)
Moving Betsy in went well. Her single is pretty big (I have a feeling, a lot bigger than the OU singles are gonna be). It has real walls, not plaster, that were freshly painted (Gaaaaaad did it stink) and a sink complete with medicine cabinet. She has a shared floor "showers and toilets" set up, though.
I made my little pilgrimage to the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception and got the indulgence, I hope. I'm not really sure how that works, except that you have to receive both Confession and Communion and be free of even venial sin. Gulp. Adding to the fear was the fact that at the Mass the usher chose me and Betsy to carry up the bread and wine! In this huge, packed-with-people Cathedral! It wasn't an important priest or anything, or I would have fallen over dead. Betsy almost did, as it was :)
I'm not feeling very well tonight - is it maybe the looming stress of all that packing and traveling and unpacking and settling and getting back to (ick ick ick) studying? Hmmmm, maybe. I just have this weird sickly smell in my nose. Maybe it's that fresh paint. Like I need more fumes!
Moving Betsy in went well. Her single is pretty big (I have a feeling, a lot bigger than the OU singles are gonna be). It has real walls, not plaster, that were freshly painted (Gaaaaaad did it stink) and a sink complete with medicine cabinet. She has a shared floor "showers and toilets" set up, though.
I made my little pilgrimage to the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception and got the indulgence, I hope. I'm not really sure how that works, except that you have to receive both Confession and Communion and be free of even venial sin. Gulp. Adding to the fear was the fact that at the Mass the usher chose me and Betsy to carry up the bread and wine! In this huge, packed-with-people Cathedral! It wasn't an important priest or anything, or I would have fallen over dead. Betsy almost did, as it was :)
I'm not feeling very well tonight - is it maybe the looming stress of all that packing and traveling and unpacking and settling and getting back to (ick ick ick) studying? Hmmmm, maybe. I just have this weird sickly smell in my nose. Maybe it's that fresh paint. Like I need more fumes!
Saturday, August 28, 2004
Feast of St. Augustine
Today is the Feast of St. Augustine, Doctor of the Church. I highly recommend the Confessions of St. Augustine - the world's first autobiography - for anyone serious about any kind of spirituality, not just Catholics - it's a real classic that's not at all "uptight preachy" if ya know what I mean. Toward the end there's a little theology but it's not at all too much to handle.
Late have I loved Thee, O Beauty so ancient and so new, late have I loved Thee! And, behold, Thou wert within me and I myself on the outside, and it was there that I sought Thee. And into those lovely things, which Thou madest, all unlovely did I rush. Thou wert with me, but I was not with Thee. Those things kept me far from Thee, things that would not exist, unless they were in Thee.
Thou didst call, and shout, and shatter my deafness:
Thou didst sparkle, and shine, and dispel my blindness:
Thou sentest forth Thy fragrance, and I breathed deeply, and now I sigh for Thee:
I tasted, and now do hunger and thirst:
Thou didst touch me, and I burned for Thy peace.
-- The Confessions of St. Augustine.
Beautiful, ain't it.
See a short biography from Catholic Online
Late have I loved Thee, O Beauty so ancient and so new, late have I loved Thee! And, behold, Thou wert within me and I myself on the outside, and it was there that I sought Thee. And into those lovely things, which Thou madest, all unlovely did I rush. Thou wert with me, but I was not with Thee. Those things kept me far from Thee, things that would not exist, unless they were in Thee.
Thou didst call, and shout, and shatter my deafness:
Thou didst sparkle, and shine, and dispel my blindness:
Thou sentest forth Thy fragrance, and I breathed deeply, and now I sigh for Thee:
I tasted, and now do hunger and thirst:
Thou didst touch me, and I burned for Thy peace.
-- The Confessions of St. Augustine.
Beautiful, ain't it.
See a short biography from Catholic Online
Friday, August 27, 2004
I said I wasn't going to write again
But I couldn't resist noting this from The Shrine of the Holy Whapping:
"Blessing of Beer"
P. Our help is in the name of the Lord.
All. Who made heaven and earth.
P. The Lord be with you.
All. May he also be with you.
Let us pray. Lord, bless + this creature, beer, which by Your kindness and power has been produced from kernels of grain, and let it be a healthful drink for mankind. Grant that whoever drinks it with thanksgiving to your holy name may find it a help in body and in soul; through Christ our Lord.
All: Amen.
The beer is sprinkled with holy water.
--From the 1964 Roman Ritual, VIII:5
Maybe we could take some over to St. Paul's and ask Father ...? No, liquor would maybe be better. I'm in no position to know! ;)
"Blessing of Beer"
P. Our help is in the name of the Lord.
All. Who made heaven and earth.
P. The Lord be with you.
All. May he also be with you.
Let us pray. Lord, bless + this creature, beer, which by Your kindness and power has been produced from kernels of grain, and let it be a healthful drink for mankind. Grant that whoever drinks it with thanksgiving to your holy name may find it a help in body and in soul; through Christ our Lord.
All: Amen.
The beer is sprinkled with holy water.
--From the 1964 Roman Ritual, VIII:5
Maybe we could take some over to St. Paul's and ask Father ...? No, liquor would maybe be better. I'm in no position to know! ;)
See you in a bit
I'm going to Washington DC for the weekend, and I doubt there's going to be much blogging time as my sister doesn't have a computer in her room. One of her roomie's ex-boyfriends saw her on the streets of DC when she was leaving for the summer and he gave her his computer since he was getting a new one. Free of charge, 2004 model! (Sigh, sometimes I wish I went to school with spoiled rotten rich boys). Alas, our home computer went kaput and her free one has replaced it.
She ought to transfer to OU where they are NICE - or at least, less cheap - and give you a computer in your dorm room. It's convienient!
I'll be back on Monday or Tuesday. Then the Great Packing Fiasco of '04-'05 can begin in earnest.
PS Leslie, your present is all ready and waiting for you. Only, hmmm, a month late? Ha ha ha, how wonderful I am ;)
She ought to transfer to OU where they are NICE - or at least, less cheap - and give you a computer in your dorm room. It's convienient!
I'll be back on Monday or Tuesday. Then the Great Packing Fiasco of '04-'05 can begin in earnest.
PS Leslie, your present is all ready and waiting for you. Only, hmmm, a month late? Ha ha ha, how wonderful I am ;)
Heresy of the Week
Now, nobody flame me. I'm just putting Protestantism here because it's on the list and it does commit the heresy of private judgement. But I'm not one of those people who are all up in your face screaming, "Heretic, burn in hell, die die die!" Yeah. Not really my style.
Protestantism (16th Century)
Protestant groups display a wide variety of different doctrines. However, virtually all claim to believe in the teachings of sola scriptura ("by Scripture alone"—the idea that we must use only the Bible when forming our theology) and sola fide ("by faith alone"— the idea that we are justified by faith only). The great diversity of Protestant doctrines stems from the doctrine of private judgment, which denies the infallible authority of the Church and claims that each individual is to interpret Scripture for himself. This idea is rejected in 2 Peter 1:20, where we are told the first rule of Bible interpretation: "First of all you must understand this, that no prophecy of Scripture is a matter of one’s own interpretation." A significant feature of this heresy is the attempt to pit the Church "against" the Bible, denying that the magisterium has any infallible authority to teach and interpret Scripture. The doctrine of private judgment has resulted in an enormous number of different denominations. According to The Christian Sourcebook, there are approximately 20-30,000 denominations, with 270 new ones being formed each year. Virtually all of these are Protestant.
From Catholic Answers.
Protestantism (16th Century)
Protestant groups display a wide variety of different doctrines. However, virtually all claim to believe in the teachings of sola scriptura ("by Scripture alone"—the idea that we must use only the Bible when forming our theology) and sola fide ("by faith alone"— the idea that we are justified by faith only). The great diversity of Protestant doctrines stems from the doctrine of private judgment, which denies the infallible authority of the Church and claims that each individual is to interpret Scripture for himself. This idea is rejected in 2 Peter 1:20, where we are told the first rule of Bible interpretation: "First of all you must understand this, that no prophecy of Scripture is a matter of one’s own interpretation." A significant feature of this heresy is the attempt to pit the Church "against" the Bible, denying that the magisterium has any infallible authority to teach and interpret Scripture. The doctrine of private judgment has resulted in an enormous number of different denominations. According to The Christian Sourcebook, there are approximately 20-30,000 denominations, with 270 new ones being formed each year. Virtually all of these are Protestant.
From Catholic Answers.
Thursday, August 26, 2004
I wonder if they do this in Athens, too
Via A Saintly Salmagundi: "Squirrel Town, U.S.A. "
For years around Ville Platte the opening day of squirrel season—the first Saturday in October—has been known as “Squirrel Day.” Schools close early the day before—some don’t open at all—because attendance by students and teachers alike is cut in half. Businesses shutter their windows. Everybody heads for “camp,” they call it, and that can mean a sleeping bag in the back of a pickup truck or a deluxe hunt lodge wired for electricity, with air-conditioning and big-screen TVs. “Squirrel Day is the Cajun Passover,” explains Ville Platte native Tim Fontenot. “There’s a mass exodus into the woods.”
It’s lunchtime on Thursday at the Pig Stand, and already the impending squirrel opener is apparent. The air at Ville Platte’s most popular diner is spiced with red pepper and smoked pork and a near suffocating dose of perfume. The Sacred Heart Homecoming Court has arrived for lunch, fresh from a pep rally at crosstown rival Ville Platte High School, and 17 blondes and brunettes with Barbie hair crowd tables loaded with pig. On Squirrel Day weekend, football games at most Evangeline Parish high schools are bumped up to Thursday night. Play them on Friday, locals explain, and nobody would show. “The day before the hunting season opened you could count on at least 50 percent absenteeism,” Bobby Hamlin, the principal at Ville Platte High School, tells me. “Even the teachers played hooky, so it cost the parish a fortune in substitute teacher fees. That’s why the schools started closing. They call it ‘Budget Day’ now, on the official calendar. But everybody knows it’s Squirrel Day.”
Click to read the rest at Field & Stream.
For years around Ville Platte the opening day of squirrel season—the first Saturday in October—has been known as “Squirrel Day.” Schools close early the day before—some don’t open at all—because attendance by students and teachers alike is cut in half. Businesses shutter their windows. Everybody heads for “camp,” they call it, and that can mean a sleeping bag in the back of a pickup truck or a deluxe hunt lodge wired for electricity, with air-conditioning and big-screen TVs. “Squirrel Day is the Cajun Passover,” explains Ville Platte native Tim Fontenot. “There’s a mass exodus into the woods.”
It’s lunchtime on Thursday at the Pig Stand, and already the impending squirrel opener is apparent. The air at Ville Platte’s most popular diner is spiced with red pepper and smoked pork and a near suffocating dose of perfume. The Sacred Heart Homecoming Court has arrived for lunch, fresh from a pep rally at crosstown rival Ville Platte High School, and 17 blondes and brunettes with Barbie hair crowd tables loaded with pig. On Squirrel Day weekend, football games at most Evangeline Parish high schools are bumped up to Thursday night. Play them on Friday, locals explain, and nobody would show. “The day before the hunting season opened you could count on at least 50 percent absenteeism,” Bobby Hamlin, the principal at Ville Platte High School, tells me. “Even the teachers played hooky, so it cost the parish a fortune in substitute teacher fees. That’s why the schools started closing. They call it ‘Budget Day’ now, on the official calendar. But everybody knows it’s Squirrel Day.”
Click to read the rest at Field & Stream.
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Lovely poetry
From Fr. Gerard Manley Hopkins, SJ (1844-1889).
Were you forced to read his work in high school? I was, mostly because he looms so large in the Victorian era, which my teacher was very enthusiastic about. Not that it was exactly torture :)
PS I do NOT like this poem only because it addresses a little girl named Margaret! ;)
Were you forced to read his work in high school? I was, mostly because he looms so large in the Victorian era, which my teacher was very enthusiastic about. Not that it was exactly torture :)
PS I do NOT like this poem only because it addresses a little girl named Margaret! ;)
31. Spring and Fall
to a young child
MÁRGARÉT, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves, líke the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Áh! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
MÁRGARÉT, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves, líke the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Áh! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Waaaaah
Betsy's going back to George Washington University on Saturday! I'm going with her for a couple days. You can get a plenary indulgence if you go on a pilgrimage to the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception, so I'm gonna go for that. Although I'm not really going for the Basilica, I'm going so as to hang out in the Capitol for a few days with Betzles. Oh welllllll ...
I'm really gonna miss Betsy. I've again gotten used to crying on her shoulder when I have problems. And now I'm not going to see her again until Thanksgiving! Mostly because I'm too cheap to buy plane tickets out there ... and she doesn't have any long breaks so it's mostly pointless for her to come back to Ohio for a few days. I'll live, it wasn't bad at all being on my own last year. But this year I've got two mathy-type classes to slog through. Iiiiiigh.
That's a new word, Iiiiiigh. Don't you like it? It's special.
Okay, no more whining. Time to get back to packing.
I'm really gonna miss Betsy. I've again gotten used to crying on her shoulder when I have problems. And now I'm not going to see her again until Thanksgiving! Mostly because I'm too cheap to buy plane tickets out there ... and she doesn't have any long breaks so it's mostly pointless for her to come back to Ohio for a few days. I'll live, it wasn't bad at all being on my own last year. But this year I've got two mathy-type classes to slog through. Iiiiiigh.
That's a new word, Iiiiiigh. Don't you like it? It's special.
Okay, no more whining. Time to get back to packing.
Monday, August 23, 2004
Sunday, August 22, 2004
Oh dear, I've overdosed
On drugs? Beer? No, you know me :) What I have filled my veins with is: Olympics, Olympics, Olympics. I am so siiiick of gymnastics, track, and swimming. Michael Phelps is a hottie, don't get me wrong, but I never heard of him before now and I'm starting to hate him. As much as you can hate someone you've never met, at least. The "athlete profiles" are paticularly annoying. Of course, I could stop whining and just turn the TV off like a normal human being would, except that my parents (and particularly my father) are all into the comepetition.
At least during the gymnastics there's sometimes nice dancey foreign music. The track people just freak me out. They're not normal. Everyone should be sedentary and full of saturated fat, like me.
Hmmm, my father just expressed shock that one of the top track Americans, Jeremy Warner, is a white guy. Sigh. Dad, you racist ...
At least during the gymnastics there's sometimes nice dancey foreign music. The track people just freak me out. They're not normal. Everyone should be sedentary and full of saturated fat, like me.
Hmmm, my father just expressed shock that one of the top track Americans, Jeremy Warner, is a white guy. Sigh. Dad, you racist ...
Saturday, August 21, 2004
Dot com weirdness
Thisisbroken.com
According to creator Mark Hurst, it is "A new project to make businesses more aware of their customer experience, and how to fix it."
In other words, people post messages to say, "Hey everyone, this thing is broken." Yah, brilliant ;)
The postings are mostly along the lines of Broken: Burger King Bag. Soooo, probably not very useful for companies but amusing for moi.
According to creator Mark Hurst, it is "A new project to make businesses more aware of their customer experience, and how to fix it."
In other words, people post messages to say, "Hey everyone, this thing is broken." Yah, brilliant ;)
The postings are mostly along the lines of Broken: Burger King Bag. Soooo, probably not very useful for companies but amusing for moi.
Friday, August 20, 2004
Sometimes the horror of it all slaps you in the face
From A Saintly Salmagundi:
Aborted baby's head left inside woman
"At midnight, my ex-partner knocked on the door to check if I was all right. ... I went to the bathroom and as I was sitting there, I just felt something slip out of me as if I had just given birth. I looked in the toilet and saw this lump that seemed to have a bone in it. So I showed it to my former partner."
The couple realized they were looking at the face of their unborn child, seeing the eyes, nose, mouth and ears. The tiny head measured no more than 4 centimeters.
"We just broke down and cried at what we were seeing. We couldn't believe it," Chambers sobbed to the paper.
If you read the article, they have a picture of the baby's face. We do this 1.5 million times a year in our country.
Aborted baby's head left inside woman
"At midnight, my ex-partner knocked on the door to check if I was all right. ... I went to the bathroom and as I was sitting there, I just felt something slip out of me as if I had just given birth. I looked in the toilet and saw this lump that seemed to have a bone in it. So I showed it to my former partner."
The couple realized they were looking at the face of their unborn child, seeing the eyes, nose, mouth and ears. The tiny head measured no more than 4 centimeters.
"We just broke down and cried at what we were seeing. We couldn't believe it," Chambers sobbed to the paper.
If you read the article, they have a picture of the baby's face. We do this 1.5 million times a year in our country.
Ever wonder about the ethics of dueling?
I know you do, all the time.
Well, here is Pope Leo XIII's take on it. (Catholic Church, motto: "We've got a rule for that." ;)
PASTORALIS OFFICII (On the Morality of Dueling)
Encyclical of Pope Leo XIII promulgated on 12 September 1891.
To the Archbishops and Bishops of the German Empire and Austria-Hungary.
Mindful of your pastoral duty and moved by your love of neighbor, you wrote to me last year concerning the frequent practice among your people of a private, individual contest called dueling. You indicate, not without grief, that even Catholics customarily engage in this type of combat. At the same time your request that We, too, attempt to dissuade men from this manner of error. It is indeed a deadly error and not restricted to your country, but has spread so far that practically no people can be found free from the contagion of the evil. Hence, We praise your zeal. It is clearly known what Christian philosophy, certainly in agreement with natural reason, prescribes in this matter; nevertheless, because the vicious custom of dueling is being encouraged with greatest forgetfulness of Christian precepts, it will be expedient to briefly review these rules.
Click to read the rest.
Well, here is Pope Leo XIII's take on it. (Catholic Church, motto: "We've got a rule for that." ;)
PASTORALIS OFFICII (On the Morality of Dueling)
Encyclical of Pope Leo XIII promulgated on 12 September 1891.
To the Archbishops and Bishops of the German Empire and Austria-Hungary.
Mindful of your pastoral duty and moved by your love of neighbor, you wrote to me last year concerning the frequent practice among your people of a private, individual contest called dueling. You indicate, not without grief, that even Catholics customarily engage in this type of combat. At the same time your request that We, too, attempt to dissuade men from this manner of error. It is indeed a deadly error and not restricted to your country, but has spread so far that practically no people can be found free from the contagion of the evil. Hence, We praise your zeal. It is clearly known what Christian philosophy, certainly in agreement with natural reason, prescribes in this matter; nevertheless, because the vicious custom of dueling is being encouraged with greatest forgetfulness of Christian precepts, it will be expedient to briefly review these rules.
Click to read the rest.
Thursday, August 19, 2004
Heresy of the Week
Semi-Pelagianism (5th Century)
After Augustine refuted the teachings of Pelagius, (see this previous Heresy of the Week) some tried a modified version of his system. This, too, ended in heresy by claiming that humans can reach out to God under their own power, without God’s grace; that once a person has entered a state of grace, one can retain it through one’s efforts, without further grace from God; and that natural human effort alone can give one some claim to receiving grace, though not strictly merit it.
From Catholic Answers.
After Augustine refuted the teachings of Pelagius, (see this previous Heresy of the Week) some tried a modified version of his system. This, too, ended in heresy by claiming that humans can reach out to God under their own power, without God’s grace; that once a person has entered a state of grace, one can retain it through one’s efforts, without further grace from God; and that natural human effort alone can give one some claim to receiving grace, though not strictly merit it.
From Catholic Answers.
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
These are NOT my kind of nuns
The Franciscan Sisters of Mary stand ready to go where God invites to serve God's people in need ... Their works are varied expressions of compassion and healing. Among their works are pastoral care providers, massage therapists, health professionals and authors, artists and social workers ... Similarly, they provide home care, foster care, hair care and adult day care ...
From their listing with the St. Louis Archdiocese: Franciscan Sisters of Mary
Hmmm ... I'm sure many of the sisters do good work - but, give up a shot at a husband and children so as to provide hair care? Also, I always thought "I got a massage" was a frequently used cover-up for "I recieved sexual favors." Ick.
And besides, I find the above photograph really disturbing. What exactly is the sister praying to? She's probably just meditating. Still, creepy ...
Update: My sister says to say that Archbishop Burke is a good bishop and is trying to take care of these "problem" folks but that he has his hands full, and we all should pray for him etc. etc. Laaaaaa.
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
Harry Potter Harry Potter Harry Potter !!!
Ugh, when are they going to have the next Harry Potter movie out? Yes, I know, there was one just this summer. So what? I am demanding! By the time Ms. Rowling gets finished writing the seventh book I will probably be A. Dead B. In the convent or C. Too absorbed in grown-up money-making matters to care! Hurry up! :)
From Mere Comments:
— Our eldest child sent me an AP story in which J. K. Rowling, the writer of the Harry Potter stories, says that Harry will live to the seventh and last book but refused to say whether he’d survive that one, and said that she’d never been asked two questions readers should have asked: 1) “not ‘why did Harry live’ but ‘why didn't Voldemort die?’ ” and 2) “Why didn't Dumbledore kill, or try to kill, Voldemort?”
I'm far too lazy to go looking for the original AP story. I don't know about you but I think Harry's toast! I can't think what she means with her two shoulda-been-asked questions. Is Dumbledore Voldemort? Are they in league together? In what other way would the Headmaster sparing Voldemort be significant? Or maybe the point is, Harry has to find the strength to do it himself - all that nice sappy "triumph of the will" kind of pseudo-religious spirituality stuff. "I belieeeeeve in meeeeee!" As opposed to believing in God, for instance.
I think I'm off base on both counts - and especially the first - I like Dumbledore, so she better not give him clay feet.
From Mere Comments:
— Our eldest child sent me an AP story in which J. K. Rowling, the writer of the Harry Potter stories, says that Harry will live to the seventh and last book but refused to say whether he’d survive that one, and said that she’d never been asked two questions readers should have asked: 1) “not ‘why did Harry live’ but ‘why didn't Voldemort die?’ ” and 2) “Why didn't Dumbledore kill, or try to kill, Voldemort?”
I'm far too lazy to go looking for the original AP story. I don't know about you but I think Harry's toast! I can't think what she means with her two shoulda-been-asked questions. Is Dumbledore Voldemort? Are they in league together? In what other way would the Headmaster sparing Voldemort be significant? Or maybe the point is, Harry has to find the strength to do it himself - all that nice sappy "triumph of the will" kind of pseudo-religious spirituality stuff. "I belieeeeeve in meeeeee!" As opposed to believing in God, for instance.
I think I'm off base on both counts - and especially the first - I like Dumbledore, so she better not give him clay feet.
Monday, August 16, 2004
LOL
The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four Americans is suffering from some form of mental illness. Think of your three best friends. If they are okay, then it's you.
--Rita Mae Brown
Well, I know I'M all right. Most of the time. Maybe not ... ;)
--Rita Mae Brown
Well, I know I'M all right. Most of the time. Maybe not ... ;)
Sunday, August 15, 2004
Ugh. We lost
We went to see the Indians play baseball today. They were playing the Minnesota Twins; if they won, they would move into a tie for first place with the Twins. Of course, since I was present, they lost in the 10th inning. Ahhhhh.
Last night was fun, although Nick DID NOT SHOW UP! At least, not as of 10 o'clock when me and Betsy had to head home. It was still a nice night. We stood around in Kat's kitchen eating ice cream. Mmmmmm. I had seconds ... thirds ...
Last night was fun, although Nick DID NOT SHOW UP! At least, not as of 10 o'clock when me and Betsy had to head home. It was still a nice night. We stood around in Kat's kitchen eating ice cream. Mmmmmm. I had seconds ... thirds ...
Feast of the Assumption
The Feast of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary
THE FEAST OF THE ASSUMPTION
The Feast of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary, 15 August; also called in old liturgical books Pausatio, Nativitas (for heaven), Mors, Depositio, Dormitio S. Mariae.
This feast has a double object: (1) the happy departure of Mary from this life; (2) the assumption of her body into heaven. It is the principal feast of the Blessed Virgin.
THE FACT OF THE ASSUMPTION
Regarding the day, year, and manner of Our Lady's death, nothing certain is known. The earliest known literary reference to the Assumption is found in the Greek work De Obitu S. Dominae. Catholic faith, however, has always derived our knowledge of the mystery from Apostolic Tradition. Epiphanius (d. 403) acknowledged that he knew nothing definite about it (Haer., lxxix, 11). The dates assigned for it vary between three and fifteen years after Christ's Ascension. Two cities claim to be the place of her departure: Jerusalem and Ephesus. Common consent favours Jerusalem, where her tomb is shown; but some argue in favour of Ephesus. The first six centuries did not know of the tomb of Mary at Jerusalem.
The belief in the corporeal assumption of Mary is founded on the apocryphal treatise De Obitu S. Dominae, bearing the name of St. John, which belongs however to the fourth or fifth century. It is also found in the book De Transitu Virginis, falsely ascribed to St. Melito of Sardis, and in a spurious letter attributed to St. Denis the Areopagite. If we consult genuine writings in the East, it is mentioned in the sermons of St. Andrew of Crete, St. John Damascene, St. Modestus of Jerusalem and others. In the West, St. Gregory of Tours (De gloria mart., I, iv) mentions it first. The sermons of St. Jerome and St. Augustine for this feast, however, are spurious. St. John of Damascus (P. G., I, 96) thus formulates the tradition of the Church of Jerusalem:
St. Juvenal, Bishop of Jerusalem, at the Council of Chalcedon (451), made known to the Emperor Marcian and Pulcheria, who wished to possess the body of the Mother of God, that Mary died in the presence of all the Apostles, but that her tomb, when opened, upon the request of St. Thomas, was found empty; wherefrom the Apostles concluded that the body was taken up to heaven.
Today, the belief in the corporeal assumption of Mary is universal in the East and in the West; according to Benedict XIV (De Festis B.V.M., I, viii, 18) it is a probable opinion, which to deny were impious and blasphemous.
THE FEAST OF THE ASSUMPTION
Regarding the origin of the feast we are also uncertain. It is more probably the anniversary of the dedication of some church than the actual anniversary of Our Lady's death. That it originated at the time of the Council of Ephesus, or that St. Damasus introduced it in Rome is only a hypothesis.
According to the life of St. Theodosius (d. 529) it was celebrated in Palestine before the year 500, probably in August (Baeumer, Brevier, 185). In Egypt and Arabia, however, it was kept in January, and since the monks of Gaul adopted many usages from the Egyptian monks (Baeumer, Brevier, 163), we find this feast in Gaul in the sixth century, in January [mediante mense undecimo (Greg. Turon., De gloria mart., I, ix)]. The Gallican Liturgy has it on the 18th of January, under the title: Depositio, Assumptio, or Festivitas S. Mariae (cf. the notes of Mabillon on the Gallican Liturgy, P. L., LXXII, 180). This custom was kept up in the Gallican Church to the time of the introduction of the Roman rite. In the Greek Church, it seems, some kept this feast in January, with the monks of Egypt; others in August, with those of Palestine; wherefore the Emperor Maurice (d. 602), if the account of the "Liber Pontificalis" (II, 508) be correct, set the feast for the Greek Empire on 15 August.
In Rome (Batiffol, Brev. Rom., 134) the oldest and only feast of Our Lady was 1 January, the octave of Christ's birth. It was celebrated first at Santa Maria Maggiore, later at Santa Maria ad Martyres. The other feasts are of Byzantine origin. Duchesne thinks (Origines du culte chr., 262) that before the seventh century no other feast was kept at Rome, and that consequently the feast of the Assumption, found in the sacramentaries of Gelasius and Gregory, is a spurious addition made in the eighth or seventh century. Probst, however (Sacramentarien, 264 sqq.), brings forth good arguments to prove that the Mass of the Blessed Virgin Mary, found on the 15th of August in the Gelasianum, is genuine, since it does not mention the corporeal assumption of Mary; that, consequently, the feast was celebrated in the church of Santa Maria Maggiore at Rome at least in the sixth century. He proves, furthermore, that the Mass of the Gregorian Sacramentary, such as we have it, is of Gallican origin (since the belief in the bodily assumption of Mary, under the influence of the apocryphal writings, is older in Gaul than in Rome), and that it supplanted the old Gelasian Mass. At the time of Sergius I (700) this feast was one of the principal festivities in Rome; the procession started from the church of St. Hadrian. It was always a double of the first class and a Holy Day of obligation.
The octave was added in 847 by Leo IV; in Germany this octave was not observed in several dioceses up to the time of the Reformation. The Church of Milan has not accepted it up to this day (Ordo Ambros., 1906). The octave is privileged in the dioceses of the provinces of Sienna, Fermo, Michoacan, etc.
The Greek Church continues this feast to 23 August, inclusive, and in some monasteries of Mount Athos it is protracted to 29 August (Menaea Graeca, Venice, 1880), or was, at least, formerly. In the dioceses of Bavaria a thirtieth day (a species of month's mind) of the Assumption was celebrated during the Middle Ages, 13 Sept., with the Office of the Assumption (double); to-day, only the Diocese of Augsburg has retained this old custom.
Some of the Bavarian dioceses and those of Brandenburg, Mainz, Frankfort, etc., on 23 Sept. kept the feast of the "Second Assumption", or the "Fortieth Day of the Assumption" (double) believing, according to the revelations of St. Elizabeth of Schönau (d. 1165) and of St. Bertrand, O.C. (d. 1170), that the B.V. Mary was taken up to heaven on the fortieth day after her death (Grotefend, Calendaria 2, 136). The Brigittines kept the feast of the "Glorification of Mary" (double) 30 Aug., since St. Brigitta of Sweden says (Revel., VI, l) that Mary was taken into heaven fifteen days after her departure (Colvenerius, Cal. Mar., 30 Aug.). In Central America a special feast of the Coronation of Mary in heaven (double major) is celebrated 18 Aug. The city of Gerace in Calabria keeps three successive days with the rite of a double first class, commemorating: 15th of August, the death of Mary; 16th of August, her Coronation.
At Piazza, in Sicily, there is a commemoration of the Assumption of Mary (double second class) the 20th of February, the anniversary of the earthquake of 1743. A similar feast (double major with octave) is kept at Martano, Diocese of Otranto, in Apulia, 19th of November.
[Note: By promulgating the Bull Munificentissimus Deus, 1 November, 1950, Pope Pius XII declared infallibly that the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary was a dogma of the Catholic Faith. Likewise, the Second Vatican Council taught in the Dogmatic Constitution Lumen Gentium that "the Immaculate Virgin, preserved free from all stain of original sin, was taken up body and soul into heavenly glory, when her earthly life was over, and exalted by the Lord as Queen over all things (n. 59)."]
From the Catholic Encyclopedia.
Saturday, August 14, 2004
Wince
My condolences and prayers to all those Floridians in the path of nasty Charley:
Hurricane Charley kills at least 15 in Florida
Hurricane Charley kills at least 15 in Florida
Friday, August 13, 2004
Wow, I'm bored
I think I'm starting to miss working at Allstate! I was so looking forward to just lying around and resting, but now I miss not having something to do. The pattern seems to be 1. Stay up late doing nothing particularly productive 2. Sleep in waaaaay late the next day 3. Wake up and shower 4. Rinse, repeat. None of this is good, since I need to get on a school schedule - I do have that wonderful 8 AM class to prepare for, after all.
Thursday, August 12, 2004
Heresy of the Week
Sabellianism (Early 3rd Century)
The Sabellianists taught that Jesus Christ and God the Father were not distinct persons, but two aspects or offices of one person. According to them, the three persons of the Trinity exist only in God’s relation to man, not in objective reality.
From Catholic Answers.
The Sabellianists taught that Jesus Christ and God the Father were not distinct persons, but two aspects or offices of one person. According to them, the three persons of the Trinity exist only in God’s relation to man, not in objective reality.
From Catholic Answers.
One of my favorites
TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME
by Robert Herrick
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best, which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times, still succeed the former.
--Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
From Poetry Archives at eMule.com
No "virgin" jokes! The point of the piece is, carpe diem - seize the day, ya sickos! ;)
by Robert Herrick
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best, which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times, still succeed the former.
--Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
From Poetry Archives at eMule.com
No "virgin" jokes! The point of the piece is, carpe diem - seize the day, ya sickos! ;)
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Feast of St. Clare of Assisi
Feastday: August 11 Patron of sore eyes
Clare was a beautiful Italian noblewoman who became the Foundress of an order of nuns now called "Poor Clares." When she heard St. Francis of Assisi preach, her heart burned with a great desire to imitate Francis and to live a poor humble life for Jesus. So one evening, she ran away from home, and in a little chapel outside Assisi, gave herself to God. St. Francis cut off her hair and gave her a rough brown habit to wear, tied with a plain cord around her waist. Her parents tried in every way to make her return home, but Clare would not. Soon her sister, St. Agnes joined her, as well as other young women who wanted to be brides of Jesus, and live without any money. St. Clare and her sisters wore no shoes, ate no meat, lived in a poor house, and kept silent most of the time. Yet they were very happy, because Our Lord was close to them all the time. Once, He saved them from a great danger in answer to St. Clare's prayer. An army of rough soldiers came to attack Assisi and they planned to raid the convent first. Although very sick, St. Clare had herself carried to the wall and right there, where the enemies could see it, she had the Blessed Sacrament placed. Then on her knees, she begged God to save the Sisters. "O Lord, protect these Sisters whom I cannot protect now," she prayed. A voice seemed to answer: "I will keep them always in My care." At the same time a sudden fright struck the attackers and they fled as fast as they could. St. Clare was sick and suffered great pains for many years, but she said that no pain could trouble her. So great was her joy in serving the Lord that she once exclaimed: "They say that we are too poor, but can a heart which possesses the infinite God be truly called poor?" We should remember this miracle of the Blessed Sacrament when in Church. Then we will pray with great Faith to Jesus in the Holy Eucharist: "Save me, O Lord, from every evil - of soul and body." Her feast day is August 11.
From Catholic Online.
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Fun girl time!
We had a nice little girl's night at Kat's house. KT couldn't make it - Iain was in town for the FIRST TIME in about one hundred fifty two years and five months; therefore, he took precedence, which is certainly understandable. Especially since we're all getting together next weekend, too, when Nick is finally back.
We were all shocked and pleased that Shanana cut her hair. It looked loverly! Betsy and I love to talk politics with Shannon and we had some of that. It was very therapeutic, particularly after the Democratic National Convention :) We watched Simply Irresistible, a nice, sweet romantic comedy featuring the very good-looking Sean Patrick Flanery.
We had pizza and we were gonna have ice cream, but we forgot! How could I forget such a thing! Unspeakable!
Don't forget, the Feast of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary is coming up! Me and the la famille might go up to Little Italy in the city to attend the festival, eat the food and watch them carry Our Lady down the street. I wonder if they'll do anything special at Immaculate Conception, which is pretty much where we go to church now. I really love the Latin! I put in a dollar at the shrine to St. Anthony they've got there, so we'll see if he's about my business. He usually is, when I ask sincerely, "and for the glory of Our Lord" and all that blah blah blah :)
We were all shocked and pleased that Shanana cut her hair. It looked loverly! Betsy and I love to talk politics with Shannon and we had some of that. It was very therapeutic, particularly after the Democratic National Convention :) We watched Simply Irresistible, a nice, sweet romantic comedy featuring the very good-looking Sean Patrick Flanery.
We had pizza and we were gonna have ice cream, but we forgot! How could I forget such a thing! Unspeakable!
Don't forget, the Feast of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary is coming up! Me and the la famille might go up to Little Italy in the city to attend the festival, eat the food and watch them carry Our Lady down the street. I wonder if they'll do anything special at Immaculate Conception, which is pretty much where we go to church now. I really love the Latin! I put in a dollar at the shrine to St. Anthony they've got there, so we'll see if he's about my business. He usually is, when I ask sincerely, "and for the glory of Our Lord" and all that blah blah blah :)
Monday, August 09, 2004
At last (pant pant pant)
It's all over! I have survived! The 5 AM shift at Allstate is doooooone. Postmortem: It was a pretty nice gig and better than I expected to get. Toward the end, people started getting a little nasty. Not to us, the temps, but with each other. Apparently things aren't going so well in the Accounting Department - that's where we worked - and that's why they hired us, so we could pick up some of the slack. Anyway, the higher-ups have had about enough and the heads were starting to roll. Of course everyone tried to ignore the general unpleasantness, as it would no doubt be called if this was the Civil War Era.
Let's pretend this is the Civil War Era. It would please me - the boys can do the fighting and focus on being chivalrous and all that while I sit at home and read genteel lady-like literature. What's that? Massive amounts of suffering, catastrophic loss of human life, deleterious effects on social stability? So what! Who cares! Maggles wants her doing-nothing time! ;)
Let's pretend this is the Civil War Era. It would please me - the boys can do the fighting and focus on being chivalrous and all that while I sit at home and read genteel lady-like literature. What's that? Massive amounts of suffering, catastrophic loss of human life, deleterious effects on social stability? So what! Who cares! Maggles wants her doing-nothing time! ;)
Sunday, August 08, 2004
Interesting happenings
So, something interesting happened at Allstate this week which I neglected to tell you about.
Audra, one of the ladies who works in the office with us - they are almost all ladies except for a few sheepish-looking shame-faced guys - found an envelope with a stamp on it that due to postal office oversight, had not been marked. We get thousands of pieces of mail (mostly containing bills) in the office every day, so the fact that she managed to pick this one out of the bunch was a real accomplishment. Anyway, Audra took the letter over to her desk so as to open it and get the freebee stamp off (saving herself a whopping 37 cents the next time she mailed a letter!). Riiiiip went her letter opener - and poooof went massive amounts of a suspicious white powdery substance!
So everyone who was in the office at the time of Audra's accident - which included the hapless temps, me and Betsy - got to be quarantined in the loading dock at the back of the building. It was an ominous- looking cement room. It had a bathroom, but the door was locked, so when the gals decided they had to go, we were in a tough spot. The "quarantine" seemed pretty ridiculous, as other people, like the management and the janitorial staff, kept coming in and out.
The quarantine lasted an hour and then they took us to the cafeteria for a free breakfast. The reasons for this were vague, but, it's free food! Of course I'm definitely not a "breakfast food" person but I nevertheless managed to wolf down a whole bunch of food. You knew I had it in me. The lady in charge of the free breakfast herd told said herd that the HAZ-MAT people, the Hudson police, the Hudson Fire Department, and the Health Department had been called. I cherished a hope of seeing one of those interesting HAZ-MAT space suits, but, alas. By this time we had deduced that they must not suspect anthrax, since we were allowed in the cafeteria with the norms (which is what, with an amazing flair for the melodramatic, we were calling the non-contaminated people in the building).
After the thoroughly sick-making (but remember, gratis) breakfast we were taken to a different section of the building where we sat. Yes, it was most productive. They found work for some people to do, but since temps are trained for specific tasks, we ... sat. A couple hours later, it was announced that the room we worked in had been washed with bleach, and it was safe to return. Back we went! The only remaining problems were 1) The lingering bleach smell which did not bother me but annoyed others, and 2) The massive workload now hanging over our heads, since bill mail had continued to pile up while we were busy ... sitting. This made some people nasty. However, Betsy and I finish up the 8-hour day at 1:15. and by the time we went back in the office, it was almost noon.
The latest word from the powers-that-be is that it was fire extinguisher debris. Someone put out a fire in a mailbox with a fire extinguisher and some of the powdery foam worked its way into the envelope. It happened last year, too. All I can say is, Hooray for the half day of doing nothing ... whoo hooo...
Audra, one of the ladies who works in the office with us - they are almost all ladies except for a few sheepish-looking shame-faced guys - found an envelope with a stamp on it that due to postal office oversight, had not been marked. We get thousands of pieces of mail (mostly containing bills) in the office every day, so the fact that she managed to pick this one out of the bunch was a real accomplishment. Anyway, Audra took the letter over to her desk so as to open it and get the freebee stamp off (saving herself a whopping 37 cents the next time she mailed a letter!). Riiiiip went her letter opener - and poooof went massive amounts of a suspicious white powdery substance!
So everyone who was in the office at the time of Audra's accident - which included the hapless temps, me and Betsy - got to be quarantined in the loading dock at the back of the building. It was an ominous- looking cement room. It had a bathroom, but the door was locked, so when the gals decided they had to go, we were in a tough spot. The "quarantine" seemed pretty ridiculous, as other people, like the management and the janitorial staff, kept coming in and out.
The quarantine lasted an hour and then they took us to the cafeteria for a free breakfast. The reasons for this were vague, but, it's free food! Of course I'm definitely not a "breakfast food" person but I nevertheless managed to wolf down a whole bunch of food. You knew I had it in me. The lady in charge of the free breakfast herd told said herd that the HAZ-MAT people, the Hudson police, the Hudson Fire Department, and the Health Department had been called. I cherished a hope of seeing one of those interesting HAZ-MAT space suits, but, alas. By this time we had deduced that they must not suspect anthrax, since we were allowed in the cafeteria with the norms (which is what, with an amazing flair for the melodramatic, we were calling the non-contaminated people in the building).
After the thoroughly sick-making (but remember, gratis) breakfast we were taken to a different section of the building where we sat. Yes, it was most productive. They found work for some people to do, but since temps are trained for specific tasks, we ... sat. A couple hours later, it was announced that the room we worked in had been washed with bleach, and it was safe to return. Back we went! The only remaining problems were 1) The lingering bleach smell which did not bother me but annoyed others, and 2) The massive workload now hanging over our heads, since bill mail had continued to pile up while we were busy ... sitting. This made some people nasty. However, Betsy and I finish up the 8-hour day at 1:15. and by the time we went back in the office, it was almost noon.
The latest word from the powers-that-be is that it was fire extinguisher debris. Someone put out a fire in a mailbox with a fire extinguisher and some of the powdery foam worked its way into the envelope. It happened last year, too. All I can say is, Hooray for the half day of doing nothing ... whoo hooo...
Saturday, August 07, 2004
Hoo, boy
I can't believe it's already August. Where did the summer go? I'm really looking forward to being finis with work. Betsy goes back to school August 28, I think, so she will only have a little time off before she leaves. Waaaaaaaah. Who will I complain to about Mother? Incidentally, Mother has been very good lately and come to church every week. She likes the Rosary, and I think the Blessed Virgin is taking care of her. Now we just have to try to get Mother to go to Confession again ... grok.
Friday, August 06, 2004
Great Article from First Things
The Devil’s Chaplain Confounded by Stephen M. Barr.
Excerpt:
Excerpt:
Oooooo, didja hear exactly what it was he said? He said, nuns in particular. How thrilling! ;)Religion takes a savage beating from Dawkins, especially Catholicism, for which he seems to have conceived an almost lunatic hatred. Nuns, in particular, disturb him because as educators they are given access to impressionable young minds. His theory of religion is spelled out in five essays gathered under the heading “The Infected Mind.” Religion is simply a “virus of the mind,” or a “meme” (a term he coined in his first book). A meme is an idea or word passed from mind to mind somewhat as a gene is passed from generation to generation. Religion exploits the fact that small children are preprogrammed by evolution to accept uncritically what adults tell them about the world. There is too much that small children have to learn about culture and life and language for critical filtering to be anything but a hindrance at that stage of life. It is this natural childish gullibility, carried into adulthood, which is the basis of religion, and of all belief systems based on authority, tradition, and revelation. (In an interview Dawkins has expressed the view that “you won’t find any intelligent person who feels the need for the supernatural,” unless that person was brought up as a child to believe in it.)
Thursday, August 05, 2004
The Power of Christ ... compels you to see this movie!
Supposedly!
Yes, that's right, there's a new Exorcist movie coming out - it's called Exorcist: The Beginning. Evidently it's a prequel to the classic original Exorcist circa 1973. This kind of movie-making is risky, and it means the director is either a crazy idiot or a genius. Let's hope it's the latter! Of course I'm going to see it regardless ;)
Yes, that's right, there's a new Exorcist movie coming out - it's called Exorcist: The Beginning. Evidently it's a prequel to the classic original Exorcist circa 1973. This kind of movie-making is risky, and it means the director is either a crazy idiot or a genius. Let's hope it's the latter! Of course I'm going to see it regardless ;)
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Huh, shopping
Like a good little girl, I have been saving my money and depositing my weekly $250 paycheck without spending it on ... Books, make-up, movie tickets, "nun stuff." Yes, I have been suuuuch a good girl! Pat me on the head. Now that I have saved, it is time to spend. Mother has been buying me ugly clothes - yes, more notorious Granny stuff - and such stuff. I am going to have her take some of it back and give me the cash. How heartless and ungrateful I am. "Mother Darling, you have no taste. Run this back to Penny's, or wherever you picked it up, and give me the money instead." Yar, I am loverly.
Oh well, wish me luck. I'm getting the it's-time-for-a-mall-parking-lot-crack-up vibes (most inconvenient when between insurance providers!).
Oh well, wish me luck. I'm getting the it's-time-for-a-mall-parking-lot-crack-up vibes (most inconvenient when between insurance providers!).
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
"We Like the Moon"
Ha - stupid video, which means it is funny ...
Moon Song Video (clickity-click)
.... We like tha moon
The moon is very useful everyone
Everybody like tha moon
Because it light up the sky at night
And it lovely
And it make the tide go and we like it
But not as much as cheese
We really like cheese we like zeppellins
We really like them
And we like kelp and we like moose
And we like deer and we like marmots ...
Moon Song Video (clickity-click)
.... We like tha moon
The moon is very useful everyone
Everybody like tha moon
Because it light up the sky at night
And it lovely
And it make the tide go and we like it
But not as much as cheese
We really like cheese we like zeppellins
We really like them
And we like kelp and we like moose
And we like deer and we like marmots ...
Monday, August 02, 2004
Good, Odd Movie
This weekend me, the boys, Betsy and Mom went to see The Village, the new M. Night Shyamalan film. Yes, I looked so cool, with my kid brothers and mother in tow. Anyway, I thought it was a pretty good moive, although it had a very strange and vaguely unsatisfying ending. I'm probably the only one on the planet who really likes it. LOL it was worth the money, anyway. I paid for everyone's tickets! 40 bucks down the drain. I'm such a sucker :)
Sunday, August 01, 2004
Ouch
Yesterday I went to Confession for the first time in five weeks (!) and I had rather, important things to say since I had not been in so long. I was kinda chomping at the bit, I hate just sitting there while everyone else goes up to Communion. Reaaally annoying. Anyway, the priest was really snippy with me. He had a "tone" if you know what I mean. So I'm still kind of depressed about that, and don't feel like writing much, blah. Snippy, snippy.
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