Vita Brevis

. . . so get with it!

Friday, May 27, 2005

A game!

Age = Old enough to know better, but young enough to want to anyway* a/k/a 41
Booze = Please.
Career = Couldn't be better in the hospital game.
Dad’s Name = Ervin
Essential Party Items = multiple plausible exit strategies
Favorite Song at the Moment = Theme from Peter Gunn (the original by Mancini)
Hometown = Denver
Instrument = drums
Jam = Cherry
Kids = I've not been so blessed
Living arrangement = house
Mom’s name = Laura
Names of Best Friends = Bill, Lawrence
Overnight Hospital Stays = 3
Phobias = developing dementia (of course that presupposes that I haven't done so yet . . . )
Quote I like = “Video meliora, proboque; Deteriora sequor”
Relationship that lasted longest = friendship with Bill, nearly at 31 years
Siblings = nada y nada y pues nada
Vegetable I love = Fennel
Worst trait = Pride
XRays = you name it, I've had it x-rayed – chances are high that I've broken it too
Yummy Food I Make = green chile stew and eclectic ragout
Zodiac Sign = the goat

*Believe it or don't, I've been saying that for many years, even before reading the mighty Mr. O's similar response.

Here I sit . .

cooling my heels a bit as I near the end of the two months of nearly-non-stop travel. Philly/Valley Forge has been quite a place as my second home for the past month. The superabundance of vegetation is quite remarkable. Many very pleasant people everywhere, except in traffic. I miss my family and the desert southwest and am very much looking forward to being home for a good while. Here's hoping I'll even be able to get back into blogging again.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

. . . and a third time.

At Mass this past Sunday, the song leader decided to give an extra-special introduction to a song. It went along these lines: "This Sunday in addition to celebrating the Ascension and Mothers' Day, our Spanish-speaking brothers and sisters are celebrating Cinco de Mayo, so we'll sing Resucito."

How much bad thinking can be packed into one sentence? Let's see. (BTW, as far as the music that's used in Mass that was composed after 1900, Resucito is actually not that bad in my book.)

1. The Feast of the Ascension is a major feast of the Church and a mystery of the Holy Rosary. It carries with it enough material that there's not much reason to tag anything else on to it.

2. While Mothers' Day is something that is quite nearly universally observed by Americans, it isn't properly what the Church is celebrating on any given day. As odd as it seems to celebrate the Ascension on a Sunday, that is what the Church does in most American dioceses. The Ascension is a particularly Christian celebration and the Church celebrates that which pertains to Her Divine Husband, rather than secular ephemera, no matter how well intentioned.

3. While it may be PC to refer to "our Spanish-speaking brothers and sisters", it's also not very accurate. The significance of May 5 has nothing to do with what language one speaks. It commemorates the Mexican army's defeat of a French force. It celebrates Mexico (and, to some extent, denigrates France). Of late 5o de Mayo seems to have become little more than a general secular excuse for drunken revels with colorful costumes, on a par with All Hallow's Eve or March 17th. While there is much to celebrate about Mexico and much to denigrate about France, neither of those are proper topics to include in the Holy Mass even on a day that isn't already a major feast of the Church on its own. General drunken revelry is similarly not a particularly appropriate appendage to corporate worship.

4. If it is really just "Spanish-speaking brothers and sisters" that celebrate May 5, then why is there any commemoration of it at a Mass that has a pronounced paucity of speakers of any Iberian language?

5. It beggars description to celebrate a holiday that is named "the fifth day of May" on any day that isn't itself the fifth day of May. At least start calling it something like "The glorious Mexican rout of the French" if the celebration is to extend for multiple days.

6. The song in question has nothing to do with Mexico. It was written by a Spaniard. (But, since it has to do with the resurrection and the Feast of the Ascension takes place during the Easter season, it isn't wholly inappropriate.)

7. If one objects to having any part of the Mass in Latin (as our music leader does) on the grounds that people won't understand it, courtesy obliges one to refrain from using songs in any language that the people don't speak fluently.

At the risk of spreading an equine puree, when one speaks publicly in a forum that makes one appear to be an authority on the Church, it is imperative that such a one closely examine what he says to be sure that it in fact comports with the teachings of the Church and Her Dear Lord.

With Apologies Where Due (and no claims regarding the eschatological end of the man quoted below)

A Marx smarter than Karl Marx once famously said that he didn't want to be part of any club that would have someone like him as a member.

Two recent disputes among folks who call themselves Catholics have become so overheated that a party will pronounce an adversary as being enemies of the Church.

I carry Groucho's observation a bit farther. I don't want to be part of a Church that includes forms of excommunication other than those established by Christ.

If it’s Tuesday, this must be . . .

. . .home (there’s no place like it!) at least for a few days. Back to the east coast again next week.

The first trip to Pennsylvania went off well. Friendly people, a pretty part of the country and all like that. The business part of the trip was quite successful too.

While there I did something I hadn’t done for a long time: at a restaurant I ordered and ate something without much of an idea of what I’d get.

We had gone out for shellfish. I noticed a side dish that I’d never heard of before called Pepper Hash and ordered it just to find out. Had I known that it was a second-cousin to coleslaw, I probably wouldn’t have ordered it. I would have then missed out on something quite tasty. Pepper hash* is cabbage in a vinegar dressing with sweet peppers and horseradish. Good stuff with oysters, clams and the like and nothing like the milky blandness of most coleslaw.

Too often I still let my preconceived notions (e. g. “coleslaw is bland and milky”) dictate my approaches to situations where they do not apply.

*Scroll down to find recipe that comes pretty close to what I had.

Monday, May 02, 2005

Quickly and curtly

I have but a few minutes left at home before I head to the east coast. Vacation was good, but nothing bloggable.

Something is bloggable and relatively urgent, though. If by chance you haven't read this yet, you would probably benefit from so doing.

It is odd and sad that so many good people fail to see the distinction between approval of one limited course of action taken as a response to a particular situation (e.g. the war in Iraq) as opposed to a general policy to be applied in any circumstance (e.g. euthanasia). Similarly, reaching a different conclusion regarding the available facts and the guidlines given by the Church when applying them in good faith is a vastly different matter than rejecting a clear teaching of the Church since time immemorial.