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Thursday, February 16, 2006
I am feeling the urge to blog again. Maybe if I lie down the feeling will go away.

::: posted by Lee Ann on 2:56 PM |

-------------------- Monday, September 20, 2004


This is just to let you know I weathered Hurricane Ivan just fine. I spent the storm drinking beer while watching the rain. Life is sweet.

::: posted by Lee Ann on 7:25 PM |

-------------------- Sunday, July 25, 2004

Hi Guys.

Yup, ‘tis me again. I have been setting up housekeeping and nagging my boss about yearly reviews/ raises but haven’t had much posting time. My supervisor is about 5 months behind in giving people their raises but I’m the only one who’ll regularly nag her about it. I’m also the only one without kids and thus am the only one who doesn’t "need" the job. I need it, believe me, but getting fired won’t kill me. In any case, the lag time is getting a bit insulting.

On the book front, I have finished Soup by Barbara Kafka, 5 for Sorrow, 10 for Joy by Rumer Godden, John Paul II’s Book of Saints by Bunson, et al., Damian the Leper by John Farrow, The Twelve Ceasers by Seutonius {sp?}, the Secret History by Procopius, and How to Be Happy, How to be Holy by some priest whose name, I think, is Sulivan or O’Sullivan but I can’t remember exactly.

Let’s clear up a couple of those. As for the Soup book, it was very good. If you are into soup, this is the book for you. It is well written and has clear instructions in the recipes. It makes you want to cook soup and convinces you that you actually could. The author also gives handy recipes for making stock in your crockpot. The crockpot solution is a good one since I know very few people with the time or inclination to spend 12 hours nursing a stockpot. I tried the Gazpacho and it was very good. I’ll be using this one more if I get a blender.

Oh, and let me save you a truckload of cash by letting you in on the snore-a-thon that is John Paul II’s Book of Saints. This gives boring a whole new meaning. I’ll summarize, "Thus-and So was pious from an early age, received the gift of a vocation, was very nice to poor people, then got shot for being nice to poor people." Imagine that dull sentence expanded into about 300 essays. This is modern hagiography at its worst. Didactic, yet smarmy. This book makes Maximillian Kolbe so sappy, yet so prissy, that you’ll find yourself rooting for the Nazis who kill him. Fr. Damian comes off as boring. It’s as if Lifetime took over the Vatican. There are no miracles, no personal courage, no personality, and no reason to give a damn about anyone featured in this waste of a book. If older hagiographers tended to the fantastic, modern ones tend to the Nanny-ish. Modern hagiography makes the saints tame and comfortable. There is no Faith in it. There’s no humanity in it. You’re better off with an old Butler’s. It may be gory and historically out there, but at least it has a soul.

::: posted by Lee Ann on 8:07 PM |

-------------------- Sunday, June 06, 2004

Check in Time.

It’s me again. I moved over Memorial Day weekend and I have no Internet connection. I also have no cable. I am happy about the no cable thing but will have to find some way of rectifying the off-line situation. My computer is deader than disco and I can only go online when I visit my parents. I am also quite traumatized by the loss of Ronaldus Magnus. I will be wearing black for as long as I can stand to look so “New York Provincial.” I have no coffee table and I am disturbed by the lack thereof. I gave two grocery sacks and two banana boxes full of books to Hannah Home charities and I still need at least 2 more tall bookcases to house the “keepers.” I finally admitted to myself that I will not be reading any Arthurian Legends, the Collected Works of Damon Runyon, or the complete works of Lessing auf Deutsch in Fraktur. I am very likely to read the traffic cone orange Assyriology books, the vintage 50’s mystery novels, the economic theories of Adam Smith and Alexander Hamilton, and the collected works of Shakespeare auf Deutsch in Fraktur. My poetry shelf is breaking. I finally unpacked my stereo and can assure you that a house is not a home without the following: Arthur Fiedler and the Boston Pops Boston Tea Party, Sinatra with the Red Norvo Quartet Live in Australia 1954, Smetana’s Ma Vlast, Gin Blossom’s New Miserable Experience, and The Ramones Ramones Mania. The Mavericks’ Trampoline is handy and so is all the Cake you can stand, but the CDs mentioned above are required. Cardboard makes your whole place smell funny. Beer tastes good.

::: posted by Lee Ann on 5:48 PM |

-------------------- Sunday, May 16, 2004

OLS Update.

Fr. Deering gave a mondo hoss homily on contraception today. Did your priest? He decided to hit it hard because Bishop Foley wrote his weekly editorial in the diocesan newspaper about the mortal sin of contraception. Did your bishop? Neener, neeners aside, Deering was rockin’. He hit on the history of the contraceptive mentality, the Humanae Vitae, the social breakdown and denigration of women that results from the commodification of life, and really did it up good. He also stated flat out that those actively contracepting and unconfessed about it should not receive Communion. OLS must be a mightily papist parish because everybody went up to Communion like normal. I bring up that last point because everybody whines about how the clergy don’t teach the Faith but ignore the fact that even if they did, the laity ain’t listening.

::: posted by Lee Ann on 10:15 PM |

-------------------- Thursday, May 06, 2004

Arm Chair Pietists.

Greg Popcak asks an interesting question in this post, i.e. how much are you willing to sacrifice for Christ. How much are you willing to give He Who gave you all? Some? Most? Everything? I would have more respect for Greg’s question if it weren’t for his history of ignoring just this very question. Quick summary: the Church calendar is filled with feast days of saints. These are days we commemorate and honor those who have blazed the trail to Christ. One feast day is for Nicholas von Flue. Nicholas was a happily married peasant farmer, with ten children, some sweet acreage, and admirable livestock. He was a pillar of his community and an upstanding Christian. Until his last child was born. After the birth of his tenth child, just when Nicholas had every blessing God could bestow upon his beloved creature, God asked for something. God asked for Nicholas.

Nicholas von Flue was asked to walk away from everything he loved: his wife, his children, his farm, his life. Nicholas walked. He left everything that was most precious to him and surrendered his whole life to God. That is a very powerful sacrifice. When God asked how much he was willing to give, Nicholas answered, “everything.” He gave up every gift to give all he had received to God. Greg and the HMS blog crew usually spend the feast of St. Nicholas von Flue making stupid jokes about “they ought to have canonized Mrs. Flue.” (For what? For doing what she would have had to do anyway if her husband had up and died? She did nothing more than what she had to do in the regular course of things. No husband, deal with it. This is the Seventeenth century, babe.) But you may have noticed that Nicholas lived Greg’s question. What are you willing to give your Lord? Greg may ask that in this post, but he has consistently refused to address his own question. If sainthood consists in uniting your entire life with the life of Christ, then Nicholas von Flue is perhaps the most perfect saint. He most exemplifies the sacred call to live Christ, not just love Him. Not even St. Francis of Assisi was called to give up so much.

::: posted by Lee Ann on 7:59 PM |

The Atlantic Monthly.

I have decided to cancel my subscription to the Atlantic Monthly. It isn’t worth my time or my money anymore. It used to be a truly great magazine but is now pretty run of the mill. It’s Suburban Liberalism at its most banal. I dread its coming in the mail. I know full well that I’m going to skip most of the articles. Even the double-barreled fun of PJ O’Rourke and Mark Steyn can’t save this waste of paper.

::: posted by Lee Ann on 7:57 PM |

I’m Still Here.

I haven’t been posting much lately. Now that I’ve whomped you upside the head with that hefty chunk of obviousness, I’ll get down to it. Life has been hairy lately. Work is in end-of-the-month crisis mode, a new romance has begun and is about to get squashed like a bug (luckily I will be doing the squashing. Why do I attract all the freaks? From here on out no dating anybody I meet at church), the dreaded student loan must be wrestled to the ground, and then things get busy. Worse, politics have been boring and no new episode of social decay has yet roused me from my cynical malaise. Ah, malaise, those heady days when you could kill time by hating Jimmeh.

::: posted by Lee Ann on 7:57 PM |

-------------------- Friday, April 23, 2004

Prisoner of Vandam Street by Kinky Friedman.

This was a disappointment. I know Kinky is ending the series. He said as much in his reading. The book wasn’t bad, just a let down from his usual dark humor. There was way too much scatalogical humor and his usual acidity came off as just being mean. The Kinkster over-reached himself in trying to inject far too much meaning into his story. He could have pulled off a lot more if he hadn’t been trying so hard. He also took too long to get to the actual mystery part. The first few chapters were malarial wanderings and the rest of the book just couldn’t get on track. The mystery itself is a take-off on Rear Window and works pretty well. It’s the tone of the book that falls flat. I wanted more and better from the Kinkster. Kinky fans will buy the book and generally enjoy it, but it is a second tier effort.

::: posted by Lee Ann on 7:37 PM |


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