tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40562032011-04-21T14:45:42.061-04:00The Musings of the WandererIn J.R.R. Tolkien's Elvish dialect of Quenya, Arandir means Noble Wanderer. Selected in my youth as I searched for deeper religious truth, this <i>nom de plume</i> remains apt--for I am still a pilgrim and sojourner in this world, truly a ''stranger in a strange land.'' It remains my purpose to record here whatever seems noteworthy of my musings and experience as I travel the way of life.Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.comBlogger2241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-41462421801606769382007-11-01T11:42:00.002-04:002007-11-03T14:37:06.973-04:00ATHEISMI have a strong impression that no one bothers with this blog anymore. I've left it completely abandoned now for over a year, and practically so for more than two. I have some thoughts of/desire to revive it, now that my situation in life has changed so drastically, but am somewhat uncertain of the propriety of so doing.However, I just read an article which I need to highlight here, if Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1132624477791872162005-11-21T20:54:00.000-05:002005-11-21T20:54:37.823-05:00UMMMM--WHAT CAN YOU SAY?
A couple months ago I was deeply involved in a couple discussions regarding first sex ed and later Church/State over at The Ockhamist and I Ate My Wafer. My opinion regarding sex ed was more or less, "If you have a problem with it, teach your kids yourself," and I stand by that for the most part--but the article linked below kinda makes me appreciate that there is a Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1130010921046046042005-10-22T15:55:00.000-04:002005-10-22T15:55:21.096-04:00YEAH, YEAH, BEEN GONE FOREVER AGAIN
For a good reason. I've been very very busy. But fear not--my busy-ness has given me a lot of interesting thoughts to spout here in traditional Guggian fashion.
Here's something I only just bumped into. I don't know if I and my sort were intended to like this article, but I do. Goldblatt's philosophical promenade down the knife-edge of the denial of the "Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1128555737201221262005-10-05T19:38:00.000-04:002005-10-05T19:42:17.206-04:00PLAGAL OF THE FOURTHMr. Danckaert and I just discovered that Monty Python's Philosophers' Song (by the Bruces) is in the Byzantine mode Plagal of the Fourth. This is cool. It has an ison. And nobody will get this post except for Virgil. ;) Oh well.Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1128475354222040462005-10-04T21:18:00.000-04:002005-10-04T21:22:34.226-04:00YOYeah, I'm still around. I'm very active right now in a couple discussions, over at the Ockhamist and at Bob Golding's. Banned books, sex ed and Church/State are the topics. Fun stuff. Check it out.Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1127621413294216532005-09-25T00:08:00.000-04:002005-09-25T00:12:30.180-04:00I GUESS I MIGHT AS WELL ADMIT ITI am best described as a Capitalist. See? It's all proven, right down there.And look--I almost made it to Libertarian territory. So close...I do think it's annoying that a few questions skewed my results, just because I'm very much in favor of problems being fixed--just not by the government. The quiz didn't allow for that. Oh well. You are a Social Liberal(61% Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1127366289922149242005-09-22T01:14:00.000-04:002005-09-22T01:18:09.930-04:00BOY, THIS IS DUMB:My Conversation with God (because I need to post something before my blog completely dies yet again)Me: So what are you doing on my computer screen?God:Alright then. Same as always. Chatting with people on the web.Me: Why?God:Reductionism.Me: I dunno. Most people online are pretty damn stupid.God:Me either. Humans are not always infallible.Me: And what's Reductionism supposedFr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1125434545070119752005-08-30T16:27:00.000-04:002005-08-30T16:47:58.860-04:00A PARADOXThere are Christians who insist with the unchanging cadence of a broken record that we are saved by faith, not works, "lest we should boast."And there are Christians who say yes, that is true, but we still have to work.And Christianity is divided over this point.But it is the latter, not the former, who bring their infants to the laver of regeneration for baptism into the Body of Christ,Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1125373765717550642005-08-29T23:47:00.000-04:002005-08-29T23:55:17.236-04:00INSOMNIAMy wife should be a Hindu goddess.Lizzy the Destroyer, Disrupter of Bedding and Waker of Men.And after I'd just made the bed, too.Her and Shiva. I swear!Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1125155735058689472005-08-27T10:35:00.000-04:002005-08-27T11:15:35.066-04:00TRAINSPOTTINGn. An adult hobby closely resembling the childish game of license plates (wherein long drives are whiled away by the tallying up of out-of-state license plate sightings). The similarities of the adult hobby to this puerile pastime are carefully concealed by its studious record-keeping and the apparent absence of any particular adversity analogous to the Long Drive. It is clear, Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1124888054787072922005-08-24T08:47:00.000-04:002005-08-24T08:54:14.793-04:00CONFIRMATION?Speaking of Google Earth, below is a picture of the Parc de la Ciutadella in Barcelona. Unless I'm greatly mistaken, Fontsere and Gaudi's La Cascada is on the left, and the pond around which I rowed Keith Miller is towards the right. Would I be correct, then, to assume that Beat Annex East (the big concrete Mammoth that some of us climbed at various times in the past few years) is atFr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1124815712851833732005-08-23T12:36:00.000-04:002005-08-23T12:58:36.730-04:00I WILL NEVER GET L0ST AGAINI just downloaded Google Earth. Awesome, awesome, awesome. And it's free! Check this out!A picture, below, of the Church of St. Theodore, the one historic church in Rome (to my knowledge) possessed by the Greek Orthodox Church (specifically, the Patriarch in Constantinople). I was there during the liturgy for Theophany (Jan 6) earlier this year. It's the round building Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1124368878418171392005-08-18T08:19:00.000-04:002005-08-18T08:41:18.423-04:00YES, WE'RE STILL IN KANSASBut so are the lions and tigers and bears.Oh my.Yeah, we have some issues here.First, as I recall, the King of the Wild Frontier was never the bear or anything like that--it was Davy Crockett.Let's overlook that point and move on to the second. This line--"If we only have 10 minutes to present this idea, people think we're nuts. But if people hear the one-hour version, Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1123767501081607872005-08-11T09:38:00.000-04:002005-08-11T09:38:21.146-04:00DRINKING PISS
Waste not, want not, as they say. I think I want one. ;)Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1123700188785001642005-08-10T14:46:00.000-04:002005-08-10T14:56:28.790-04:00MR. GUGG IS CONFUSEDI know, more or less, the basics of the theory of Relativity. The passage of time for an object in motion will appear, to a "stationary" observer, to pass more slowly. The object in motion could just as easily claim that it is the "stationary" observer for whom time is passing more quickly. Right.So by moving more quickly, you can make your time progress more slowly than Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1123689531866829922005-08-10T11:56:00.000-04:002005-08-10T12:07:48.563-04:00FROM IRAQ...An interesting showdown of sorts--two groups of women demonstrating for and against the current draft of the Iraqi constitution. Take a look.Also...Here's a piece from the Guardian giving some background on the issue.Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1123214656639817162005-08-05T00:00:00.000-04:002005-08-05T00:04:16.646-04:00HEY THEREApologies for the hiatus. Since Sunday I've had a couple of my brothers visiting, and have been too busy to blog, as we have been doing touristy things in Boston and/or playing multiplayer RTS games. Hence, I have now gone to a Red Sox game in Fenway Park, done the wave (if that's the phraseology I'm looking for) with 30000 other fans, taken a Duck Tour, watched Hamlet for free on the Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1122664959709627982005-07-29T15:19:00.000-04:002005-07-30T00:19:57.190-04:00THE LEDGER BOOKS OF HEAVENThey're thinner today. Less to record."But the very hairs of your head are all numbered" (Luke 12:7).UPDATEI'm told my meaning is nebulous. Therefore, just to be crystal clear, I hereby announce that I have cut my hair. It is very short. Almost as short as in the picture of me to the left.So much for subtilty. ;) Thank you for your attention.Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1122494245342907362005-07-27T15:41:00.000-04:002005-07-27T15:57:25.350-04:00REGARDING A BAD HABITMine, to be precise. The habit of not organizing my thoughts logically enough before articulating them, leading to such debacles of argument as Days 2, 3 and 5 below. Also, the habit of beginning a post with sentence fragments, but we'll overlook that one for today. ;)Since my first attempts sucked, let's try again.Guggian Political Theory, Mark II.I take issue with several Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1122433299118093402005-07-26T22:31:00.000-04:002005-07-26T23:01:39.123-04:00DAY 7--REGARDING HAPPY MEDIANSI seem to have done it. A week of daily posting. I surprised myself with how much opinion I had pent up. Over 3000 words is a fair bit to write unassigned, even when it's more or less all mere pontification, not researched or cited.I find myself a little disturbed at how much I pontificated. Before this week, I had been thinking that I was a fairly level-headed Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1122306207462817422005-07-25T11:38:00.000-04:002005-07-25T11:53:36.450-04:00DAY 6--ANOTHER STEWART GEOGRAPHY QUIZThis courtesy of Arthur Chrenkoff. You have to place each country precisely where it belongs on the European continent.I got 40 out of 45 right, with an average error of 30 miles on the ones I got wrong. The Balkans kinda threw me, though--them and San Marino and the rest of those itty-bitty countries.The website has other continents as well--try your hand at Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1122263321613413162005-07-24T23:27:00.000-04:002005-07-24T23:48:41.620-04:00DAY 5--GETTING TO THE POINTIt has been pointed out to me by a long-suffering reader of my blog over the past few days that I have been longwinded, radical and unclear as to my actual point. My apologies.The posts of the past three days were supposed to function as mere preliminary steps to a much more basic point/plea.I want the religious right to call off the juggernaut, bow out of politics and Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1122175532644819472005-07-23T23:02:00.000-04:002005-07-23T23:26:58.196-04:00DAY 4--AND ON THE SEVENTH DAY...That's right. It is Saturday, the Sabbath, and I am resting, not composing yet another huge post.On a subject related to the previous posts, however, let me offer this intriguing point/counterpoint for your perusal.Last year the former Cardinal Ratzinger (now Pope Benedict XVI) wrote an article on the occasion of the 60th anniversary of the D-Day landings at Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1122094728827761282005-07-22T23:41:00.000-04:002005-07-23T00:58:48.836-04:00DAY 3--AND UNTO GOD...For nearly two millenia Christians have struggled to bring about the marriage of God and Caesar. And for two millenia each effort has failed, besmirching the name of Christ with the countless atrocities committed in service of that marriage by those who bear His name. One wonders where we went wrong.After all, the theory of the Byzantine emperors (who started the whole thingFr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1121964709703520572005-07-21T10:42:00.000-04:002005-07-21T12:51:49.710-04:00DAY 2--RENDER UNTO CAESAR...Above is the last flag to fly over a Christian Constantinople. Its proponents today consider it the symbol of the ideal Christian state, representing the symbiosis and equality of the secular and religious authorities in a single state. Above is the dream that was Byzantium--the kingdom of heaven on earth.There is a theological rationale for this. Orthodox ChristianityFr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1121916939917601312005-07-20T22:52:00.000-04:002005-07-20T23:42:06.353-04:00DAY 1--THE DISGRUNTLED SONSThere is among my circle of friends and acquaintances from Hillsdale a sub-category which Daniel Silliman has dubbed The Disgruntled Sons of the Moral Majority. They are those young (mostly) men who have rejected or drifted from the (usually) evangelical Protestant faith of their parents and instead embraced a variety of viewpoints, some more defined, some less. Some Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1121788602796678262005-07-19T11:30:00.000-04:002005-07-19T12:18:18.733-04:00DISCIPLINEI need more of it in my life. I'm told it's one of those things you just have to do--it doesn't just happen. (Huh--go figure) Therefore, I am going to try "just doing it"--again. ;)This also means that I am taking the Krupa/Zach Challenge. I don't know who Zach is, but he posted every day for a week, so I can too. Besides, I like his blog. It is funny.So here's to discipline. Tomorrow Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1120758079863234872005-07-07T13:24:00.000-04:002005-07-07T19:41:51.836-04:00THE TRUCE OF THE BEARBy Rudyard Kipling1898Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men goBy the pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale below.Yearly by Muttianee he follows our white men in—Matun, the old blind beggar, bandaged from brow to chin. Eyeless, noseless, and lipless—toothless, broken of speech,Seeking a dole at the doorway he mumbles his tale to each;Over and over the Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1118324229879337712005-06-09T09:34:00.000-04:002005-06-09T09:37:09.883-04:00WIMPY IS IN, FRENCH DUDE SAYS...And it looks like this.Ridiculous. If you want to look like that, wear a clown suit. Sheesh.Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1117217201766462602005-05-27T14:05:00.000-04:002005-05-27T19:18:26.286-04:00ALL THINGS FLOW Everything progresses from node to node, from note to note, from paragraph to paragraph, from above to below, always bound by the inevitable gravity of cause and effect. This, therefore that.Q.E.D. And because we know this, we trace it backwards, from where we are now to what once was, to what must have been, unless everything we know is only illusion. The mathemetician, the Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1116381221781352962005-05-17T21:47:00.000-04:002005-05-17T22:00:02.646-04:00NUCLEAR NAPPIESI know it's been forever since I posted, especially anything of substance. My apologies. In my defense, I did spend a while last week replacing the comments feature, and hence felt that I had dedicated the required attention to the blog. It's finals week now, so I don't really have time to post, but of course, since it's finals week, I'm procrastinating, and posting. If I were to Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1115677354168169212005-05-09T18:21:00.000-04:002005-05-09T18:22:34.173-04:00FINALLYI finished my worst incomplete ever. Due January 14, turned in May 9. Actually a more or less decent paper. Read it here.Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1115261891092989942005-05-04T22:47:00.000-04:002005-05-04T22:58:11.186-04:00HA HA PUNNYMy mother has recently been doing some geneological research into her family, and has come up with some tidbits which I find illuminating regarding my proclivities in regard to humor. Here is the tale.My great-great-great grandfather was named Thomas Vincent. A native of Kentucky and a veteran of the Civil War, he had a son. A creative and unique soul, he decided to shun naming the boyFr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1114799209913485012005-04-29T14:23:00.000-04:002005-04-29T14:26:49.913-04:00REGARDING RUSSIACheck out this article--a brief analysis of Russia. Interesting, despite being brief.Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1113499451240480752005-04-14T13:24:00.000-04:002005-04-14T13:24:11.240-04:00GOOGLE BEFORE GRIPING
A couple years ago, having just moved to Boston, I had the embarassing experience of being denied the right to purchase alcohol. The reason?
"Boston law won't let us accept out-of-state drivers licenses." Accompanied by a glare that implied I was a first-class brand of idiot--just the sort to be so stupid as to neglect being born and raised in Boston.
"B-b-but it's a Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1112240538021195852005-03-30T22:30:00.000-05:002005-03-30T22:46:39.380-05:00MARRIED LIFEThere is a Look my wife gives me sometimes after I finish spouting off some inane and optimistic platitude, a Look which comprises a simple syllogism on the subject of married life from the woman's point of view. It says, "I feel sucky, therefore you suck." Also, it says, "Shut Up!"To this Look, there can be no reply--it is the ultimate smackdown upon the foolhardy male impulse to Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1111453259303313822005-03-21T19:58:00.000-05:002005-03-21T20:00:59.306-05:00ELECTRONIC HUMANSThe above is strange. It makes me think of this line from Futurama.Ship: "If you really wanted to be with me, you'd merge your programming with mine."Bender: "Whoah, whoah, whoah. Slow down. All my friends who've done that say that afterwards, all the passion went out of their relationship." --from Futurama's Love and RocketAnd now we poor fleshbags can merge programming Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1111434269998027592005-03-21T13:41:00.000-05:002005-03-21T14:44:30.000-05:00REGARDING GOVERNMENT AND RELIGIONI'm willing to say that there is indeed something about the American theory of government specifically, and the modern Western approach in general, which is superior to any form heretofore adopted by a society. However, I am constantly frustrated by the loose and sloppy approach to the question that is so frequently articulated by most people, and most especially Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1111275908410034252005-03-19T18:44:00.000-05:002005-03-19T18:45:08.413-05:00OOPS"A few months earlier Google had been sued by Perfect 10, a publisher of nude photographs in a federal court."An interesting place to publish them, eh?Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1111206221638286832005-03-18T23:09:00.000-05:002005-03-18T23:25:16.000-05:00FUTILITY"One word, Ma'am," he said, coming back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. "One word. All you've been saying is quite right, I shouldn't wonder. I'm a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won't deny any of what you said. But there's one thing more to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things--Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1111073043968469682005-03-17T10:21:00.000-05:002005-03-17T10:24:03.970-05:00TOO BLOODY MUCH"She was," he proclaimed, "so extraordinarily beautiful that I nearly laughed out loud. She... [was] famine, fire, destruction and plague...the only true begetter. Her breasts were apocalyptic, they would topple empires before they withered...her body was a miracle of construction...She was unquestionably gorgeous. She was lavish. She was a dark, unyielding largesse. She was, in Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1110946699256948222005-03-15T23:13:00.000-05:002005-03-15T23:18:19.260-05:00NAVEL-GAZINGWarning: blatant and pathetic introspection aheadTruth be told, I am a bad seminarian. My chapel attentance is abyssmal, my class attendance not much better, and my attitude...well, the first two problems are a fairly accurate reflection of my attitude. Also, sad to say, of my personal prayer life.Since this second year began last September, I've had the strange experience of growing Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1110654911907337022005-03-12T14:14:00.000-05:002005-03-12T14:15:11.906-05:00COUNTERCULTURE"Funny how I went straight from left wing to right wing without ever once passing through a phase where I trusted the government."Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1110067341314940202005-03-05T19:01:00.000-05:002005-03-05T19:02:21.316-05:00SEMINARIANS AND THEIR WIVESSeminarian's Wife: What are your pants doing? Your ankles are showing!Seminarian (dignified): My pants are expressing their free will.Seminarian's Wife: Your pants don't have any free will...You're Married!!Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1109801954468311632005-03-02T17:18:00.000-05:002005-03-02T23:41:43.283-05:00WHERE I'VE BEEN--BECAUSE IT'S INTERESTING AND SEEMS THE THING TO DO THESE DAYScreate your own visited country map or check our Costa Rica travel guideFr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1109345271792614222005-02-25T10:17:00.000-05:002005-02-28T15:53:51.450-05:00BECAUSE I LIKE POETRY AND AM PERSONALLY UNCREATIVE AT THE MOMENT...The Conundrum of the Workshopsby Rudyard KiplingWhen the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould;And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, "It's pretty, but Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1109344361145842122005-02-25T10:12:00.000-05:002005-02-25T10:16:08.420-05:00IN WHICH ONE THING REMINDS ME OF ANOTHERThe Answerby Rudyard KiplingA Rose, in tatters on the garden path,Cried out to God and murmured 'gainst His Wrath,Because a sudden wind at twilight's hushHad snapped her stem alone of all the bush.And God, Who hears both sun-dried dust and sun,Had pity, whispering to that luckless one."Sister, in that thou sayest We did not well--"What voices heardst thou Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1109275230226322712005-02-24T15:00:00.000-05:002005-02-24T15:00:30.226-05:00UM...WOW
This reads like the plot to a really really bad movie. Good grief.Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1109274252495746142005-02-24T14:39:00.000-05:002005-02-24T14:44:12.496-05:00Τῶν ἀνδρῶν καὶ γυναικῶν Ἡλλενικῶν The Greeks are marvelously egalitarian. Their sense of the equality of the genders is perfect.In the genitive plural, that is.In all other matters, they are unspeakable chauvinists.Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1109260166065668992005-02-24T09:55:00.000-05:002005-02-24T14:38:13.206-05:00REGARDING MAMMOTHSInasmuch as the most venerable and sage Wazoo has undertaken to pontificate upon the ineluctable realities of testosterone-marinated gray matter and the inveterate consequences thereof, it is left to me to illustrate his point. For it is attested by the wisdom of our collective fathers (to whose genius and creativity we owe great thanks) that verily, a Picture is worth a Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1108238975237822022005-02-12T15:09:00.000-05:002005-02-12T15:09:35.236-05:00A EULOGY FOR A SMOKIER, MORE MATURE AMERICA
And I don't mean mature in the XXX sense of the word. Perhaps I wouldn't have chosen the issue of smoking and its demise in the public sphere of American life as my jumping off point for a commentary on the increasing naivete of America at large (that is, our ridiculous assumption that the inalienable rights of humanity extend to things like long life Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1107915712979707662005-02-08T21:16:00.000-05:002005-02-08T21:21:52.980-05:00MOST PEOPLE
Most people listen to self-improvement books on tape while they drive to work. "The secret to success is a positive attitude," they say. "Implement our proven and popular system to achieve the Fuller Life in just 37 Simple Steps," they say.
My wife listens to Machiavelli.
I think I should be worried or something.
Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1107580468482463152005-02-05T01:12:00.000-05:002005-02-05T00:14:28.483-05:00IT ALL STARTED WITH...
"How are you doing?"
"Not well."
"Why?"
"Many reasons--let's start with the Industrial Revolution."
Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1107535558659050522005-02-04T11:45:00.000-05:002005-02-12T19:30:03.626-05:00THEY CALL ME A COCKEYED OPTIMISTWhich is why I'm not posting the bad news right now. Just this article from the Arab News.Incidentally, I prefer to think of myself as a hopeful realist.Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1107365143114391942005-02-02T13:25:00.000-05:002005-02-02T12:59:31.296-05:00SO SAD
It's not like education is all that complicated--you read, you argue, you research, you write. I don't know what or whom to wish a pox upon, but I'm doing it anyway.
A pox upon you, whomever-you-are, that made education like Abercrombie!
Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1106923834488641732005-01-28T09:49:00.000-05:002005-01-28T09:50:34.490-05:00NOT TO POST EXCESSIVELY OR ANYTHING...
But just pretend I'm catching up. Here's an amusing quote from Peter Krupa and Kevin Weber and Frank Sinatra.
Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1106921502220057542005-01-28T09:06:00.000-05:002005-01-28T09:32:24.470-05:00IF I EVER GET FARTHER INTO FRANCE THAN THE AIRPORT...
I'll re-read this article first. :) Even if it doesn't help, it'll still make me laugh.
I had just got to the front of the queue and plonked my parcels on the counter when an old man at another window revealed that he wanted to wire money from his post office account to each of his 11 grandchildren, and that the total sum to be wired had to Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1106829760805621532005-01-27T07:40:00.000-05:002005-01-27T07:42:40.806-05:00MY WIFE THE NUDIST
or
WHY SHE HATES BOSTON
"I instinctively distrust anybody who would build a settlement so far north that you have to wear so many clothes all the time."
Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1105801514252194312005-01-15T09:46:00.000-05:002005-01-15T10:06:29.366-05:00MAIWWAGE...IS WHAT I'M GOING TO TALK ABOUT
I remember in my first year of college first thinking the disturbing thought that this was the age that people started to get married--that I would probably meet my wife at school. Weirdness, I thought. I don't FEEL old.
I was, however, expecting to be surprised first with a stampede of friends getting married, which would be strange, but help me get Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1105713740738092832005-01-14T09:42:00.000-05:002005-01-14T12:00:16.326-05:00THANK YOU, INFIDEL SONS OF PIGS?
Not likely
Here's an interesting piece--points out how much money the West is contributing to Asian tsunami relief compared to the various Arab nations.
Not to deny the legitimate claims of Arab nations against the West, but I begin to get the impression that they just want to blame somebody for all their problems and America makes a nice scapegoat.Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1105570871748299882005-01-12T17:54:00.000-05:002005-01-12T18:01:11.746-05:00ON PROPOSALS
'Gussie is an orange-juice addict. He drinks nothing else'
'I was not aware of that, sir.'
'I have it from his own lips. Whether from some hereditary taint, or because he promised his mother he wouldn't, or simply because he doesn't like the taste of the stuff, Gussie Fink-Nottle has never in the whole course of his career pushed so much as the simplest gin and tonic over the Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1105477719302338842005-01-11T16:02:00.000-05:002005-01-11T16:08:39.303-05:00NOW DON'T GET TESTY WITH ME...
A little late, but here's a link to a blog I've been hoping would materialize since I started blogging. Nathan Loizeaux (Wazoo, Man of Mystery, Straight Homo-Eroticism Incarnate, Stealth Club God, Greco-Roman Wrestling, etc, etc, see also entries for Jason T. Robey Baiting, Famous Moonings, Best-Eminem-Imitation-Ever) has joined this small but happy world of Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1105366526440870512005-01-10T09:15:00.000-05:002005-01-10T10:26:23.773-05:00NEVER MIND MY LAST POST
I have long known that I am an ill-educated buffoon compared to the English gentleman of a century past--now I learn that I am merely sophomoric even beside the man who mined his coal. Here is a fascinating article discussing the level of education and thought in the British slums of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries.
Reading towards the end of the Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1105322676189952832005-01-09T20:57:00.000-05:002005-01-09T21:04:36.190-05:00HOPE (OF A SORT) NOURISHED BY ANOTHER'S TEARS
Some bloggers have the peculiar talent to demonstrate to me the futility of despairing about myself.
After all, why bother, when others have the market wrapped up so tightly?
Blog on, sad prince. Your tears are not in vain.
Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1105272848838629742005-01-09T07:07:00.000-05:002005-01-09T07:14:08.836-05:00BACK FROM ROME
Got in late last night--if you didn't know the wife and I had gone to Rome with brother Caleb, well, I'm sorry. I would have mentioned it, but the evil internet devils stole my access pretty much from my last post until now. It's back now, and so am I.
Rome was cool--but mainly the ancient stuff. I got tired of seeing what should have been nifty old churches covered with hideous Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1103250089505044602004-12-16T21:21:00.000-05:002004-12-16T21:21:29.506-05:00ALSO, THE BEST EVER CRITIQUE OF THE WAR IN IRAQ
What more can I say? Well-reasoned, not too complicated, non-angry--it's great. I wish they were all like that.Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1103248902041792392004-12-16T21:01:00.000-05:002004-12-16T21:01:42.040-05:00IN A MOMENT OF SELF-LOATHING
I too am waiting, O Radioactive Spider. Turn my tawdry finals week existence into a cool cover for my secret identity. Make my staying-up-late, sleeping-in, being-late-to-everything and being-generally-undependable tendencies into a heroic and tragic hidden sacrifice. Make me worth being--I'm doing a sucky job of it by myself!
Please?!?
(and yes, I know, this Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1103096887407395502004-12-15T01:52:00.000-05:002004-12-15T12:15:22.463-05:001:53 AM
Four nights. In a row. 187 Minesweeper games (best time, 118 seconds Expert--not good enough). 4 hours Rome Total War. 8 hours of newsifying. 8 more of constant checking and re-checking of every blog on my list. Equally constant checking of the fan fiction sites--some people have no concept of their responsibility to procrastinating students--not enough updates. 18 hours of sleep in 4 Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1102963747869484072004-12-13T13:46:00.000-05:002004-12-13T13:49:07.870-05:00PREGNANCY, NOTHING!
You will not believe this. I do not believe this.
But there are pictures.
How'd YOU like to carry a 66-pound baby tumor for five years? The size of three watermelons?
Yeah. I thought not.
Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1102456182331283352004-12-07T16:45:00.000-05:002004-12-07T16:49:42.333-05:00NOT DEAD, NOT EVEN MOSTLY
The current activity on this blog is happening below, in the comments for December 1st's post. David Talcott is being kind and arguing with me, providing my brain with some much-needed exercise. :) Feel free to join in.
Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1102098414804155002004-12-03T13:24:00.000-05:002004-12-03T13:26:54.803-05:00FOR THEM AS LIKES HUMOR BETTER THAN MY THEOLOGICAL BLITHERINGS
While I'm in the mood to quote Card, and as a belated commentary on the whole election of last month (happy though I am that John Kerry will not be president next month), here's a pithy little quote from OSC's Heartfire.
"Government is like watching another man piss in your boot. Someone feels better but it certainly isn't you."And Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1102022998625355622004-12-02T16:29:00.000-05:002004-12-02T21:54:19.806-05:00NOT QUITE A PAN-GALACTIC GARGLE-BLASTER...
...but at least expensive enough for the Restaurant at the End of the World.
And much sillier. I mean, think about it--Martini on a Rock? Give me a break!
Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1101955524240374082004-12-01T21:29:00.000-05:002004-12-01T22:27:04.103-05:00OUT OF THE MOUTH OF BABES AND MORMONS...
"The Maker is the one who is part of what he makes."
--from Orson Scott Card's Prentice Alvin, Chapter 9
I think this is true. And if it is, then truly, Christ's Incarnation is the First act of the Creation, late in time though it is.
Come to think of it, St. John the Forerunner said the same thing.
ὁ ὀπίσω μου ἐρχόμενος ἔμπροσθέν μου γέγονενFr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1101220272786077582004-11-23T09:32:00.000-05:002004-11-23T21:46:32.376-05:00MORNING MUSINGS
Some days I wake up and look outside, and the sun is shining and I feel pretty good about myself and I'm overwhelmed with an assurance that things aren't really that bad, that people are more or less reasonable, sane and normal, and society isn't actually going to hell in a handbasket. I feel confident that all the pain and suffering and noise and ugliness in the world is merely Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1101153301797586972004-11-22T14:31:00.000-05:002004-11-22T15:53:33.640-05:00MY SECRET VICE
Generally speaking, I dislike cursing. To be more accurate, I dislike the manner in which we moderns curse--there may be a certain niftiness to the versatility of certain words such that one can construct the sentence F--- the f---ing f---ers, but English is replete with a multitude of adjectives with which one can communicate a far more colorful and precise sentiment, as:
A pox Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1099514400242464912004-11-03T15:21:00.000-05:002004-11-03T15:40:00.243-05:00AN APOLOGY
This is my blog. I am a blogger.
If anyone is left to read, let it be known among you that this is a bad blog, and I am a bad blogger.
It's in my nature. I do things consistently for days, weeks, even months, then get distracted and forget to post, or don't have anything worthwhile to post, or have a million great ideas for lengthy, Pulitzer-winning posts. Which would take a long Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1098242720335798762004-10-19T23:25:00.000-04:002004-10-19T23:28:53.780-04:00AND THUS IN A FASHION UNDIGNIFIED
THE PRINCELY PEST OF THE CHINDWIN DIED
Thus spoke Kipling, and thus spoke the Guardian, in a strange echo of Kipling's poem The Ballad of Boh Da Thone Here's the article And, since the poem is one of my favorites, having a tremendous number of very quotable lines, here's an excerpt (the entire poem may be found here):
Boh Da Thone was a warrior bold:
His swordFr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1095251096270910072004-09-15T08:24:00.000-04:002004-09-15T08:24:56.270-04:00HISTORY'S ASH HEAP?
Check out this piece from the Chicago Tribune. An interesting and humorous opinion on the CBS memo debacle.Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1095013369415028842004-09-12T14:21:00.000-04:002004-09-12T14:22:49.416-04:00A THOUGHT
"Damn" is more dignified than "Oof."
Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1094753803810902002004-09-09T14:16:00.000-04:002004-09-09T14:24:11.323-04:00THIS IS RIDICULOUS
Thanks to James for the link. The fact that Planned Parenthood has its fingers as deeply as it does in the education system and is able to peddle this sort of tripe to first graders is ridiculous. As ridiculous as it would be if some association of firearms manufacturers and dealers were supplying the materials for gun education to the public schools, reading something like Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1094001070859184482004-08-31T21:11:00.000-04:002004-08-31T22:45:03.186-04:00AN INTRIGUING FACTOID
Interesting because I've been studying Byzantine history, and didn't know Kerry had such ancestors. Beyond that, I'm not interested in turning my blog into a Kerry-bashing haven. I'm going to vote for Bush, I don't think he's the best thing since sliced bread, I wish Bush were the person I'd like to vote for, and I don't much like Kerry. But I'm not going to spend my energyFr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1093982526450291232004-08-31T15:58:00.000-04:002004-08-31T20:35:51.243-04:00A SELF-DAMNING OPINION
Some thoughts on Feminism
The movement seems to have begun in reaction to the prevalent bad attitude of the 19th century towards women, one which at best ignored them and which at worst held them a lower class of human. Either way, they were not held or treated as equals with men. The feminist movement seems to have attempted to right this wrong by seeking the right for Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1093982301716647452004-08-31T14:04:00.000-04:002004-08-31T15:58:21.716-04:00A SELF-DAMNING PRELUDE
A belated welcome to Jen Perkins, formerly a classmate of mine at Hillsdale College, now in Missouri teaching at an all-male boarding school. Not exactly what I expected her to do. ;) Shows how much I know. Anyway, she launched her blog a little over a month ago, so I'm late in delivering this proverbial fruitcake of welcome, but here goes anyway.
I was looking at one of Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1093866137030611292004-08-30T06:35:00.000-04:002004-08-30T14:15:21.046-04:00MY FATHER'S HANDS
My legs hurt. The 14th bead of sweat that hour trickled its maddening way down my backbone. And that stupid plumb line would not stop moving.
It was my fifth week on the job. I was squatting in the belly of the newest hull with the line boss, laying out the structural grid and wishing that break would come soon. The plumb line finally stopped and I marked the next point on theFr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1093130116014181982004-08-21T18:59:00.000-04:002004-08-22T21:11:04.090-04:00IN VINO VERITAS
Family was always very important to my family. My parents, brothers, sisters and I put a great deal of effort throughout my childhood into making sure we were a Good, Healthy, Happy and Loving Family. In fits and spurts, we pursued a variety of avenues in order to foster the Ideal Family Life. We worked very hard for Family.
But after all this work, we were still somehow ill at Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1093007250304308432004-08-20T09:07:00.000-04:002004-08-20T09:07:30.303-04:00SUCKS TO BE HIM
Courtesy of Fox News (scroll to the bottom)
LEWISTON, Idaho (AP) — A young man's passion ignited a fire this week that only his girlfriend and the Lewiston Fire Department could put out.
Police said that last Wednesday evening, Chihao Wu, a student studying English at Lewis-Clark State College (search), arranged rolled-up clothes, doused in lamp oil, in a parking lot to spell "Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1092873202331565092004-08-18T18:11:00.000-04:002004-08-18T19:53:22.330-04:00HANDY MAN
I just jury-rigged a clothesline out of duct tape.
Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1092604495085737042004-08-15T17:14:00.000-04:002004-08-15T17:14:55.086-04:00LAST NIGHT I GOOGLED FOR HIBACHI
Blame Weird Al.
I found out that it has roots in Sanskrit. Hence, I discovered for the first time in my life that Oriental and Indo-European languages influenced one another.
This was cool. This was worthwhile. This made my day. In fact, it made my week, my month, and very likely my year. This simple discovery changed a dreary boring weekend for my wife and Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1092255132316941742004-08-11T16:12:00.000-04:002004-08-11T16:14:14.280-04:00UMMMMMMMMM...
I'm speechless. New York is weird.
(Link courtesy of Joshua N. Wiley)
Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1092163802026142542004-08-10T14:43:00.000-04:002004-08-10T14:50:02.026-04:00DREAMING WITHOUT VISION, I YEARN...
The Quest
by Rudyard Kipling
THE KNIGHT came home from the quest,
Muddied and sore he came.
Battered of shield and crest,
Bannerless, bruised and lame.
Fighting we take no shame,
Better is man for a fall.
Merrily borne, the bugle-horn
Answered the warder’s call:—
“Here is my lance to mend (Haro!),
Here is my horse to be shot!
Ay, they Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1092054691972648502004-08-09T08:29:00.000-04:002004-08-09T08:31:31.973-04:00MY WIFE THE MILLIONAIRE
"Do you know what I would do if I had money?" said my wife. "I'd stage a debate in the Maliotis Center between John Romanides and Victor Davis Hansen over whether or not the Greeks are Romans. And I'd go in furs and revel in the carnage!"
Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1091994046280089422004-08-08T15:39:00.000-04:002004-08-08T15:40:46.280-04:00THE IMAGE OF GOD
If all mankind bears in their essence the image of God as an icon, then we are all iconoclasts.
Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1091623801993767952004-08-04T08:45:00.000-04:002004-08-04T08:50:01.993-04:00LAWS OF BUTCHERY
So I'm taking Modern Greek for the next few weeks here. So far it seems like all I'm learning is the rules of butchery whereby the beauty of ancient Greek is ravaged and left lifeless in a ditch.
I know I'm over-reacting, that flux is a natural property of language, and that I'd probably do better if I just looked at it as a completely distinct language, with no debt to pay to Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1091238013114055202004-07-30T21:38:00.000-04:002004-07-30T21:40:13.113-04:00AT THE THRESHOLD OF A NEW SCHOOL YEAR...
I wonder if I could dig a hole...
...and make Fr. Ted live in it.
This makes me happy.
Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1089416516572748692004-07-09T19:41:00.000-04:002004-07-09T19:41:56.573-04:00ONE MORE ABOUT MOVIES
My wife and I went to see King Arthur last night. I wish I had paid the cost of the movie ticket NOT to see the movie. Don't go near it. Go see Spiderman again instead. ;) Seriously, I've never seen a worse movie. Stupid moviemaker decided to make yet another grand sweeping movie about camraderie, lost causes and kings. So he had a bunch of crass knights, a guy named ArthurFr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1088718211477489172004-07-01T17:26:00.000-04:002004-07-01T17:43:31.476-04:00NEED BROOKS NO DELAY...
I have meant to say this for over a year. And I haven't. So I'm saying it now.
My brother Caleb is in Iraq.
The brother I bullied when we were children, the brother that listened to me into the wee hours of the morning as I daydreamed about girls and adventures and growing up, the brother that played computer games and watched movies with me when our parents' backs wereFr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1088716553150366952004-07-01T17:09:00.000-04:002004-07-01T17:15:53.150-04:00WOW--WHAT A SURPRISE
I checked my blog today fully expecting Seraphim to have a grumble in my comments section about how I've not posted for a few days. He didn't, and now I've beat him to the punch. I suck, I don't post enough, and I'm doing a dis-service to my readers, if I even have any left now.
;)
I just got back from seeing Spiderman 2 after I got off work. I can't remember the last timeFr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1087934064112371552004-06-22T15:54:00.000-04:002004-06-22T15:54:24.113-04:00THE TRIALS AND TRAVAILS OF THE HAPPILY BEARDED MAN
I hate OSHA.
I never really liked this particular government agency, though I do at least appreciate what they are hypothetically trying to do.
But now they've gone too far. At work I have to wear a full-face respirator lest I inhale certain harmful fumes from materials with which I work. The respirator manufacturers state that it is perfectlyFr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1087434392415258252004-06-16T21:06:00.000-04:002004-06-16T21:06:32.416-04:00HE'S BACK, AND OTHER NEWS
Prizio is posting again. I have missed him.
In other news, I apologize for the excessive length of my recent posts. I still mean to edit them, and will do so in the next few days. At which point I will have the bare-faced audacity to ask all of you to read them again.
And none of you will. Because you're smart. ;)Fr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056203.post-1086996758373101732004-06-11T17:32:00.000-04:002004-06-11T19:32:38.373-04:00OK--SO YOU'RE HUMBLE AND TRUST GOD. BUT WHY? GIMME A SYSTEMATIC THEOLOGY!
(I apologize for the length and rambling nature of this post. Please read it through anyway, and comment)
Thus saith David Talcott. ;)
But I don't like systematic theology, whines I.
Ok, then, lay out for me the theological underpinnings and implications of the "theology" you laid out in such non-systematic terms in yourFr. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732185067893985903noreply@blogger.com0