October 19, 2007
Whoa!
Just went outside to grab lunch. You'll never believe it, but there's actually water falling out of the sky!
Just how weird is that?Posted by: Robert at 12:47 PM | Comments (18) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
New "Trek" Prequel Casting Set
Mixed bag, IMO.
Kirk: Chris Pine - have no idea who this guy is. Probably a good thing. But to me he looks like your standard garden-variety metrosexual hollywood girlie man. Tough shoes to fill. Especially considering they're not Prada. Spock: Zachary Quinto - gets rave reviews for "Heroes" though I've never seen the show. Can pass for a young Nimoy. Not bad. McCoy: Karl Urban - He was great in "Lord of the Rings", even if the part didn't call for much range. Have no idea if he has the droll comic chops to pull the "Dammit, Jim. I'm a doctor, not a bricklayer" lines (if they're even being used by J.J. Abrams). Not too bad. Scotty: Simon Pegg - Loved Pegg in "Shaun of the Dead". "Hot Fuzz" is in my Netflix queue. British, but can pass as a credible Scotsman. As far as I'm concerned, the best in the cast. Will probably be under utilized, though. Sulu: John Cho - I remember him from "Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle". Good enough. Uhura: Zoe Saldana - Never seen her before. Will Abrams upgrade the role beyond a glorified telephone operator? OK, I guess. Chekov: Anton Yelchin - an honest to goodness Russkie. Bit of a baby face, though. Eh. Overall - considering I think the project itself is ill-conceived anyway, I think they did OK. The most weight is obviously on the shoulders of Pine. How do you live up to the legend that is Bill Shatner? Discuss. Highly Dubious Yip! from Robbo: I'm hardly a "Trekkie", but to the extent I am, I'm very Old School (although I saw one of those remastered episodes of TOS the other evening, and it was not nearly as obnoxious as I feared. I might even like it.) Anyhoo, I smell disaster here. And Chris Pine? He looks like Rob Lowe before the eyebrow plucks. If this is the history of Kirk, then God help the Federation.Posted by: Gary at 11:52 AM | Comments (18) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Gratuitous Crossing the Tiber Posting
Well, this is going to be an interesting weekend.
Tomorrow afternoon, the latest grandchild of my Godparents is to be baptised at the National Cathedral. This will be about the eighth such baptism I've been to there (I also attended all three of their children's weddings there as well), and I never get tired of it. Then Sunday, after attending 'Palie services with the family, I have to quickly slide over to my new Catholic stomping grounds, as the RCIA class has been drafted to sell donuts this weekend. But once our donut shift is over, one of my classmates and I are going to go take in the Tridentine Mass - it'll be the first one I've ever attended and I'm quite excited about it. A full report (well, a lame attempt at a full report) will follow here. Talking of "excited", I've perused an awful lot of conversion stories over the past six months or so, most recently over at the Catholic Converts blog and among my RCIA compadres (by no means all of whom necessarily plan to be received into the Church at Easter). Many of the stories concern people's accounts of their struggles and hardships, their active fight against being pulled over the Tiber, their doubts and second-guessing. Me? So far I've experienced none of that. I've not been placing a very heavy burden of proof on Rome to persuade me, because I want to be persuaded. Apart from the awkward issue of my family not going with me, I've not encountered any problems with what's been asked. (Which, my coming out of a purely Anglican background, is almost entirely related to the meaning and workings of the Church itself. You've no idea what an eye-opener it's been to compare what the Church says about itself with what Protestants claim the Church says about itself. Two different languages.) Instead, I have been, as I say, excited. I go about humming Jubilates to myself. I've started praying much more seriously. I've consciously tried to infuse the Spirit into my dealings with those around me. I even have, as I reported this week, dreams about things. And I bore you lot with, well, posts like this. So a thought crept into my mind last evening: What, if anything, am I missing? Is this True Love, or is it just some kind of crush? Am I, perhaps, just rebounding from TEC? (That, btw, is what the majority of my old parish allies seem to suspect.) Am I just being a shallow romantic? Or am I turning into a Pharisee? (A favorite barb among liberal 'Palies, btw, for anybody who doesn't agree with their vision.) And, more importantly, how do I tell? I dunno. Of course, it is just a thought, not an alarm bell. Perhaps it's just a natural check, a slight damping of the foam on top giving the substance a chance to sink in deeper. Maybe the fact that I'm trying to parse it out here is a healthy exercise. Or perhaps I'm just being paranoid. Certainly there must be others who have sailed over without much trouble, and most of my closest friends would argue that I've never been very far removed tempermentally anyway. Beating Steve-O To The Punch UPDATE:
"Cardinal Smithers! Reduce the mental manipulation level by one factor on the cortical implant for this Robbo Llama! We don't want him to become suspicious."
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Gratuitous Civil War Geek Posting (TM)
Up from the South, at break of day,
Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay,
The affrighted air with a shudder bore,
Like a herald in haste to the chieftain's door,
The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar,
Telling the battle was on once more,
And Sheridan twenty miles away. And wider still those billows of war
Thundered along the horizon's bar;
And louder yet into Winchester rolled
The roar of that red sea uncontrolled,
Making the blood of the listener cold,
As he thought of the stake in that fiery fray,
With Sheridan twenty miles away. But there is a road from Winchester town,
A good, broad highway leading down:
And there, through the flush of the morning light,
A steed as black as the steeds of night
Was seen to pass, as with eagle flight;
As if he knew the terrible need,
He stretched away with his utmost speed.
Hills rose and fell, but his heart was gay,
With Sheridan fifteen miles away. Still sprang from those swift hoofs, thundering south,
The dust like smoke from the cannon's mouth,
Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster,
Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster.
The heart of the steed and the heart of the master
Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls,
Impatient to be where the battle-field calls;
Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play,
With Sheridan only ten miles away. Under his spurning feet, the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind;
And the steed, like a barque fed with furnace ire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of fire;
But, lo! he is nearing his heart's desire;
He is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray,
With Sheridan only five miles away. The first that the general saw were the groups
Of stragglers, and then the retreating troops;
What was to be done? what to do?--a glance told him both.
Then striking his spurs with a terrible oath,
He dashed down the line, 'mid a storm of huzzas,
And the wave of retreat checked its course there, because
The sight of the master compelled it to pause.
With foam and with dust the black charger was gray;
By the flash of his eye, and his red nostril's play,
He seemed to the whole great army to say:
"I have brought you Sheridan all the way
From Winchester down to save the day." Hurrah! hurrah for Sheridan!
Hurrah! hurrah for horse and man!
And when their statues are placed on high
Under the dome of the Union sky,
The American soldier's Temple of Fame,
There, with the glorious general's name,
Be it said, in letters both bold and bright:
"Here is the steed that saved the day
By carrying Sheridan into the fight,
From Winchester--twenty miles away!"
As poetry, I don't think much of it - anybody who rhymes "Sheridan" with "horse and man" ought to be shot himself - but I like the use of distances at the end of each stanza. And I think it really does capture the spirit of Sheridan's rally nicely. 2007 UPDATE: Speaking of that statue in the last stanza, here it is:
(Image found here.) It's located in Sheridan Circle at Mass Ave and 23rd, N.W. No mention of letters bold and bright about the horse (at least that I'm aware of), but here's a little piece of trivia: the statue was completed in 1908 by Gutzon Borglum, the fellah who carved Mt. Rushmore.
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Friday Stooopid, Part Deux
Krauth puts the boot into Nancy Pelooooosi this morning:
There are three relevant questions concerning the Armenian genocide. (a) Did it happen?He goes on to explain, patiently, exactly why the answer to (b) is unequivocal:
(b) Should the U.S. House of Representatives be expressing itself on this now?
(c) Was House Speaker Nancy Pelosi’s determination to bring this to a vote, knowing that it risked provoking Turkey into withdrawing crucial assistance to American soldiers in Iraq, a conscious (columnist Thomas Sowell) or unconscious (blogger Mickey Kaus) attempt to sabotage the U.S. war effort?
The answers are: (a) Yes, unequivocally.
(b) No, unequivocally.
(c) God only knows.
The atrocities happened 90 years ago. Not a single living Turk under the age of 102 is in any way culpable. Even Mesrob Mutafyan, patriarch of the Armenian community in Turkey, has stated that his community is opposed to the resolution, correctly calling it the result of domestic American politics. Turkey is already massing troops near the Iraq border, threatening a campaign against Kurdish rebels that could destabilize the one stable front in Iraq. The same House of Representatives that has been complaining loudly about the lack of armored vehicles for our troops is blithely jeopardizing relations with the country through which 95 percent of the new heavily armored vehicles are now transiting on the way to saving American lives in Iraq. And for what? To feel morally clean? How does this work? Pelosi says: “Genocide still exists, and we saw it in Rwanda; we see it now in Darfur.” Precisely. And what exactly is she doing about Darfur? Nothing. Pronouncing yourself on a genocide committed 90 years ago by an empire that no longer exists is Pelosi’s demonstration of seriousness about existing, ongoing genocide? Indeed, the Democratic party she’s leading in the House has been trying for months to force a precipitous withdrawal from Iraq that could very well lead to genocidal civil war. This prospect has apparently not deterred her in the least.'Zactly. So much for cheap feel-good stunts. The stooopidity of this one would be laughable in an awful way if the possible real world results were not so dangerous. Go read the rest. To be fair, Krauth also trashes Rep. Chris Smith (R) of New Jersey for his equally fatuous support of the resolution.
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Friday Stoopid
Cockatoo rocks out to the Backstreet Boys:
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Game Five Wrap-up
Commander Kick-Ass pitches eight beautiful innings. Manny being Manny. A thing of beauty all around.
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October 18, 2007
HA! Torre Tells Steinbrenner To Suck It!
After letting him twist in the wind for a week or so, the Boss offered Joe Torre another year, at a pay cut.
And it seems Joe figured he's had enough aggravation. I love this because Torre made it clear that old George's money can't buy everything. In my mind, the former skipper unloaded on the old man the way George Bailey told off Mr. Potter in "It's A Wonderful Life": "You spin your little web and you think the whole world revolves around you and your money! Well, it doesn't Mr. Steinbrenner. In the whole vast configuration of things I'd say you were nothing but a scurvy little spider." And then he turns to Cashman, "And that goes for you, too!" After acting like a puppet-master contolling Joe Torre's destiny, Steinbrenner looks pretty stupid right about now. With Torre not returning, it'll be interesting to see how many free agents - ARod, Rivera, Posada - decide to pack it up for greener pastures. His departure could be the linch pin the sets the dominos falling. BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! UPDATE:Cheddar Ben at Yankees2000: Promote The Curse declares "The Yankees are f*****!" UPDATE DEUX:
MSNBC's Mike Celizic points out that this speaks volumes about who's really in charge of this organization now:
There is no surer sign that Steinbrenner is no longer calling the shots. If he were, Torre would have been packing his bags by Tuesday afternoon; Wednesday morning at the latest. Instead, after three days of meetings, team president Randy Levine — not Steinbrenner, not his sons Hank and Hal who are taking over his role and not general manager Bryan Cashman — announced that Torre had turned down the deal and it was the time for the Yankees to move forward. The challenge for whoever succeeds him will be dealing with a team that’s now being run by Machiavellian committee that needed three days to decide that the best way to get rid of the manager was to let him fire himself by offering him a pay cut and then building in a $1 million dollar bonus if he made the playoffs and an additional million-dollar for each round of the playoffs he advanced to. There’s no reason to expect that personnel decisions will be made differently. And the problem there is that you can’t have committees deciding on which free agents to sign and which players to offer in trades. That’s how Congress operates, and you can see how well that works.One can see effect that these non-baseball savvy businessmen will have on the franchise's future. It tickles me to think of the next asinine moves they'll be making. Heh.
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Gratuitous Musickal Blegging
This past weekend was the seven year old's youth choir debut at church. For the anthem they sang a charming little Jubilate by Praetorius, a sort of two-part round. The gel was quite plainly audible among the second set of voices. Very, very nice.
This got me stoked up again on mid-17th Century polyphony. To that end, last evening I listened to a recording of Monteverdi's eighth book of madrigals, published in Venice in the late 1630's. Also, I finally decided that although I enjoy John Eliot Gardiner's big performance of Monteverdi's 1610 Vespro Della Beata Vergine recorded at the Basilica of San Marco in Venice, I also wanted a recording without so much echo and boom in it. To this end, today I ordered the somewhat more intimate version by Andrew Parrott and the Taverner Consort. While at the devil's website, I also picked up a recording of Monteverdi's "Un Concert Spirituel," a CD rerelease of a cassette set I had years ago. It's a collection of mostly two and three part motets, many lifted from other works including the Vespers. Just for the heck of it, and because the devil tempted me, I also tossed in a recording of a Te Deum by Michel-Richard Delalande (a French composer of the Sun King's era) performed by William Christie and Les Arts Florrisants. I will, of course, post reviews of these recordings. (Oh, yes. I will.) I know the Vespers pretty well, some of the other Monteverdi motets not so well. Of Delalande's musick, I frankly know extremely little, but I know a thing or two about his contemporary Charpentier and the general period, and I know that LAF is a crack group for this reportoire. So, this leads me to two different blegs: 1. I'd like to build up my Praetorius library. He's really outside the scope of my musickal knowledge and the only time I hear him in general is via an Empire Brass recording served up on the radio. If anybody has any suggestions about works and recordings I ought to get, I'd appreciate it. 2. On the general topic of early musick performances, a long while back somebody dropped a comment to a post I did about Emma Kirkby and the Consort of Musicke (my favorite professional combo for this sort of thing), about a wonderful group hailing from a music department in some small school in downstate Illinois or Indiana (I think). I can't find the post anymore. If you left that recommendation or know anything about the people to whom I'm refering, I'd appreciate a comment. Oh, and while we're on music, the seven year old's class also went to a stripped down kiddie version of Humperdinck's opera Hansel and Gretel this week, from which she came home positively bursting. The gel really seems to have both a talent and a fondness for vocal music. To this end, I'm thinking of introducing her to my DVD of Monteverdi's L'Orfeo performed by Jordi Savall, Le Concert des Nations and La Capella Reial de Catalunya at Barcelona's Gran Teatre del Liceu. The story is compact enough that I think she could follow it, and I love this performance more and more every time I hear it.Posted by: Robert at 03:19 PM | Comments (26) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Gratuitous 'Fins Posting
TOP TEN THINGS THAT I, ROBBO THE LLAMA BUTCHER, WILL DO IF THE 'FINS UPSET THE PATS THIS WEEKEND: 10. Eat a big ol' bowl of broccoli and califlower.
9. Moonwalk to the office on Monday morning with a "Fins Win" sign on my back.
8. Watch entire extended version of Lord of teh Rings trilogy; Say something positive about Peter Jackson.
7. Send case of champagne to '72 Dolphins. Send case of Zima to Tom Brady.
6. Kitty litter needs cleaning out? No problemo!
5. Give every Pats fan I see a hug, a kiss and teh finger.
4. Answer dinner time telemarketing calls in pig-latin. (Actually, this sounds kinda fun. I may do it anyway.)
3. Suggest a trip to Disneyworld to the Missus and teh Llama-ettes.
2. Call the in-laws just to say I love 'em.
1. Dress up for Halloween as Bill Belichick carrying his own severed head.
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Color Me A Weeeee Bit Skeptical
But the head pollster for the NY Senator who must not be named claims one in four Republican women will vote for her...just because she's a woman.
And I suppose Mr. Penn would agree that a female Republican candidate for President would draw about as many Democrat women under that same rationale? Either scenario would be highly unlikely. Look, if you're still registered with a political party in this day and age I seriously doubt you'd be the kind of person who would ignore the fact that the other party's candidate stands for just about everything you oppose and pull that lever in the name of gender solidarity. You want to make the argument that she can attract some unaffiliated women then you're being a little more reasonable. Naive, but reasonable. UPDATE:This is priceless:
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Gratuitous Sawx Posting - Flashback Division
Hell, if Manny doesn't give a damn about the game tonight, why should I?
But I couldn't help remembering that we Llamas were posting back in October of '04, too. And not to pat myself on the back too much, but during that famous ALCS, I pulled off a pretty durn neat series. For those of you who weren't reading us back then, and for those of you too durn lazy to go poking through the archives, I link 'em here: Yankee Death Star - 1, Fenway Rebel Alliance - 0 Yankee Death Star - 2, Fenway Rebel Alliance - 0 Yankee Death Star - 3, Fenway Rebel Alliance - 0 Yankee Death Star - 3, Fenway Rebel Alliance - 1 Yankee Death Star - 3, Fenway Rebel Alliance - 2 Yankee Death Star - 3, Fenway Rebel Alliance - 3 Game 7 Preview Yankee Death Star - 3, Fenway Rebel Alliance - 4 Of course, it's a complely different dynamic this year. And the truth of the matter is that I don't think I've yet recovered from the '04 playoffs.Posted by: Robert at 01:18 PM | Comments (22) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Gratuitous Domestic Posting (TM) - Boing, Boing Division
Just an update on yesterday's post concerning the possibility of installing a trampoline at Orgle Manor: After review on the field and also reading your comments, the Missus decided she didn't really want one after all.
I promised not to gloat. **M'Heh** Well, okay, maybe just a leeetle gloating.....Posted by: Robert at 11:22 AM | Comments (26) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Happy Birthday, Mindy!
Pam Dawber turns 56 today.
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Words Fail
Somewhere, John Williams' head is throbbing with pain.
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October 17, 2007
Gratuitous Llama Tee Vee Observation
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Happy Birthday, Ladies!
Today is the anniversary of the birth of a couple of stars from Hollywood's Golden Age:
The sultry Rita Hayworth was born this day in 1918 in Brooklyn.
The perky Jean Arthur was born this day in 1900 in Plattsburgh, NY.
The two starred together with Cary Grant in the 1939 Howard Hawks film Only Angels Have Wings, in which Grant delivered the famous (but now often mangled) line to Hayworth, "You're no good, Judy. And you never were."
Frankly, if I had to choose one, Miss Hayworth certainly had looks, but I think I'd go with Miss Arthur. She had an irresistable liveliness on screen and could be hysterically funny when she wanted to be. (She starred with Grant in another terrific movie, The Talk of the Town, which you really ought to see if you haven't.) I seem to remember reading somewhere that she suffered horrible stage-fright throughout her career, but you certainly wouldn't know it looking at her performances.
Trivia Yips! from Gary:Before David O. Selznick met Vivien Leigh, Jean Arthur was one of the three finalists to play Scarlett O'Hara in "Gone With The Wind" (along with Joan Bennett and Paulette Goddard).
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Gratuitous Domestic Self-Defense Blegging
The Missus recently unmasked her batteries by announcing that she wants to get the Llama-ettes a trampoline for Christmas.
I don't want to get the Llama-ettes a trampoline for Christmas. But since my wishes count for very little on their own, I need some back-up reasons to bolster my opposition. So far I've got the wear & tear argument about how quickly the thing would go to pieces if left out in the rain/snow/ice/heat. I've also got the liability argument. We wouldn't put it in our yard, but rayther in the little clearing just behind the back fence. Nobody ever goes there, but at least in theory some kid could come along, bounce on the thing and break his damned neck. Then, of course, his family would clean up out. These are strong, especially the latter, but I'm not sure they're enough. If any of you has some additional reasons why a trampoline would be a Bad Idea, I'd appreciate it if you could lend them to me. Yip! Yip! Dude, you are SO screwed! Yips from Steve-O: Ah yes, I've heard of the name of the trampoline company she's using, it's, "I've got yer crossing the Tiber RIGHT HERE BUDDY!" UPDATE: While I'm at it, I'm also in the market for reasons to kybosh the Llama-ettes' fascination with Webkinz. So far as I'm concerned, it's probably either some kind of NSA surveillance op or else one ginormous identity-theft racket, but I've yet to amass enough evidence to make my case. Safety Hazard Yips! from Gary:Don't do it, man. Just another trigger for an ulcer. Just listen to the Canadians:
Data from the Canadian Hospitals Injury Reporting and Prevention Program (CHIRPP) showed that trampoline-related injuries almost quadrupled between 1990 and 1998. Almost 80 per cent of trampolining injuries were to children in the 5 to 14 age range. Most incidents were in the home environment, either the child’s own home or another home. An alarming 80 per cent of cases were unsupervised by a parent. The Montreal Children's Hospital has reported that, between January and July 2004, its emergency room treated 40 trampoline-related injuries. The Children's Hospital of Eastern Ontario says it sees more than 50 patients a year for trampoline-related injuries. The US Consumer Product Safety Commission (CPSC) has observed a similar trend. Trampoline injuries treated in hospital emergency rooms tripled during the 1990s, and there were 11 trampoline-related deaths. The main causes of injuries are: - colliding with another jumper;We have an eight-foot one in the yard (a gift from the in-laws) and every time any of the kids used it I hovered around the perimeter like a border collie until they got off. Terrible stress inducer. Now it sits there getting worn down by the elements. Use the Webkinz thing as a bargaining chip to put the kabosh on the trampoline. In my experience, it's a harmless phenomena and the kids get tired of them fairly quickly. Then it's on to the next fad. UPDATE: During our usual lunchtime phone call, I sprung the liability trap on the Missus, following up with the issue of homeowner insurance premiums. She seemed taken aback a bit, and asked me to look into the insurance issue, which I promised to do. I did not promise when, however. Think I'll just put that one in File 13 for a while........
- landing improperly while jumping or doing stunts;
- falling or jumping off of the trampoline; and
- falling onto the trampoline springs or frame and while attempting somersaults or other stunts.
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Gratuitous Historickal Posting (TM) - Bad Day To Be A Tory Division
October 17, 1781 - British General Cornwallis offers to surrender to American General Washington (the final papers were signed two days later), ending the Siege of Yorktown and, effectively, the Revolutionary War.
Well, what can one do other than sing an extra chorus of "God Save the Queen" just to keep morale up?
YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND GENIE YIPS from Steve-O:
You asked for it:
What, there's another version of God Save the Queen?
UPDATE: In the comments, RP mentions the trivia fact that the Brit fifes and drums played "The World Turned Upside Down" at the Yorktown surrender. I rattled off the lyrics that I remembered from an old National Geographic record of Revolutionary War musick, and then went and found this link giving the full version, some history and a midi arrangement of the tune.
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Gratuitous Crossing the Tiber Posting
I hesitate even to tell this story since a fair number of you probably already think I'm either losing it or have lost it entirely, but here goes:
I had a dream about Faith last night. So far as I can recollect, I have never done so before. But it was Faith in a physical form - a vast, vast structure, both extremely simple and infinitely complex, with an air of immeasurable strength and permanence. It was also luminous and shiny, like cream-colored steel. And in the dream, I would examine a very small bit of it. Just as I began to understand what I was looking at, another connection would flash across my mind, completely changing my perspective and putting me back at square one in terms of comprehension. The pattern kept repeating itself over and over again, and as it repeated itself I was increasingly aware that there was no way I would ever, ever be able to understand it. Nonetheless, I kept trying because I was so taken with it. Then the dream shifted. There was no longer any recognizable structure, but more a group of physical thoughts. Two groups, rather, because one group was somehow generated by the Faith, while the other was generated by a kind of nebulous black maelstrom hovering around the horizon, which I recognized as Evil. Evil would send a "thought" into the center of what I was seeing, and Faith would check it with another. Again the pattern was repeated a number of times, giving me the sense that it was an ongoing struggle. I also had the sense that for the first time I was seeing the "business" side of Faith, seeing it not just as a feel-good pablum, but as a deadly-serious sentinal against the chaos on the outside. Frankly, it frightened me. I woke up thinking that I had got myself into something waaaaay over my head. It is, of course, impossible to relate a dream with complete accuracy, but I swear this was the impression left in my mind when I tried to recall it. Note to self: No more reading the Catechism late at night after eating onions with dinner..... UPDATE: Yup, there's a website for everthin' now. Via the Webelf Report, I stumbled across the Catholic Converts blog, a page devoted to those going through RCIA.Posted by: Robert at 09:33 AM | Comments (27) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
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