May 2009
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This post is more than a year and a half overdue. It’s connected with this one from November 2007, which mentioned the little town, or alleged town, of Sunflower, Alabama. In the other post I noted that “its existence is noted only by one forlorn street sign that stands beside the highway, looking very weary…
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At All Manner of Thing. I meant to link to this a week or so ago when it first appeared, but got busy and forgot about it. Be sure to click on the “Any questions?” link and read CERN’s Q&A about the movie. Pre-TypePad http://js-kit.com/for/lightondarkwater.com/comments.js
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My diocese is one of those in which what should be Ascension Thursday is celebrated on the following Sunday (which always reminds me of Churchy La Femme saying “Friday the 13th come on a Monday this month.”). So when my wife and I went to Mass on the evening of Ascension Thursday, we heard not…
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I’m about to leave town for a couple of days, and will probably not be online much, if at all. I was working on something about Ascension Day which I had wanted to post before I left, but it kept growing, and I’m out of time. So, just because it bothers me to go that…
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Don’t go ridin’ on that long black train. I heard this song done by a country band a few weeks ago and immediately went looking for it online. Although the performance above seems to be pretty recent, I feel sure it’s an older gospel song. The video is pretty good, too. Pre-TypePad http://js-kit.com/for/lightondarkwater.com/comments.js
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In the June Atlantic. Though he admires O’Connor’s skill, the reviewer strikes me as pretty obtuse; he seems to be one of those who just doesn’t get the essence of what she was doing. And now that I think about it, do many people who don’t already understand—i.e., Catholics and other Christians—really ever get O’Connor’s…
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Make “teenagers” singular instead of plural, and the title would serve for a memoir of my adolescence. And actually this is a bit of one. There was (still is) a railroad track about a hundred yards behind the house where I grew up, and there were still passenger trains. Though there was no proper station…
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One of my daughters had a bright idea for a Mother’s Day present: take Mom to the St. Mary’s Knights of Columbus Crawfish and Bluegrass Extravaganza. Dad was invited, too, fortunately, and had a great time. In case you don’t know, the crawfish (as you can see from the pictures turned up by Google’s image…
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A few days ago I was involved in an email disagreement, not entirely pleasant, about the meaning of the word “conservative.” One point of contention was my assertion that the word is useful even though its meaning is imprecise. The other party insisted that it must have a very definite, almost scientific or scholastic, meaning,…
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Rod Dreher has an interesting post about the death of his grandmother, and a remarkable thing that happened shortly before she died. Excerpt (“Helen” is his grandmother): My father phoned this afternoon after he and my mother returned from the hospital. He said something extraordinary had happened. Helen was wracked with pain, pain so intense…
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