Archives for December 2006

From the Music Video Archives III: Edita Gruberová as Königin der Nacht

According to WIkipedia, the Queen of Night was Gruberová’s breakthrough role in 1970, and here in this later performance it’s easy to see why. Roberta Peters’ version, conducted by Karl Bohm, has always been my favorite, but I have to admit that Gruberova’s performance, though perhaps less spectacular, has a warmth to it that is utterly beguiling. Less regal, perhaps, but pretty stunning nevertheless.

Walker Percy on The Southern Review

Aphorism of the Day

I didn’t make this one up, but it comes to mind at certain moments…

God always forgives. Man sometimes forgives. Nature never forgives.

Why, yes…

…we do just happen to have mass quantities of company just now. Thanks for asking. Posting will remain scarce for a bit. Anybody want to take the helm?

In the meantime, my four favorite kids’ t-shirt slogans from yesterday’s trip to the zoo:

Gimme Gimme Gimme

Ask me if I care

Homework sucks

On a Mission to Play Video Games!

Catholic Sex Blog

From Cluny: In Search of God’s Lost Empire:

“The driving force behind monastic reform was an iron determination to cleanse the Christian world of its impurities…Regrettably, in accordance with chruch teaching, the most telling factor in this cleansing process was the conviction that one of these impurities from whic the world needed to be cleansed was female sexual temptation…the spectre of women’s sexual power over men haunted the medieval church with a terrible passion, as any number of sadistic stone carvings testify all too nakedly. The church had inherited from the desert fathers, and above all from St. Jerome, the conviction that the female sex represented all the snares of the world, and that the only pure way to live one’s life was to remain celibate…It remains one of the overwhelming contradictions of the Middle Ages that an ethos which was so dogmatic and doom-laden, so misogynist, so puritanical and disapproving of all the sensuous pleasures of day-to-day life, should yet have succeeded in creating so much that is the very opposite of those attitudes. What Cluny bequeathed to us is far from being the product of a hair shirt culture – in a great many fields, it is a legacy of serene beauty and sophistication that we still admire a thousand years later…it is the art of men who have seen the light, and are glorying in it.”


Today in Porn, Songwriting Edition

Will Ferrell gives us the truth behind some of Neil Diamond’s greatest hits.

Grumpy Old Godsbody

Just about every rock and/or roll station in San Diego seems intent on beating Snow Patrol’s “Chasing Cars” into my brain via that bing-bang chiming beat that runs under the whole song, and the more I hear it, the more it seems like The Sensitive Teen’s Guide to Getting Laid:

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

[Translation: Let’s just lie down here. We don’t have to do anything. I promise.]

Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

[I know your Mom wants you to wait until you get married, or at least until you go to college, but it’s very important to me that you take off your clothes right now.]

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they’re all I can see

[See, I really, really love you. You complete me. It’s like we’re soul mates, and that’s why our having sex is so much more than just physical.]

I don’t know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

[Of course I’ll respect you in the morning. Our love is everlasting!]

Because even if you’re at work, you ain’t working…

…here’s a link to the 50 Greatest Cartoons, YouTubed up and ready to go.

The picture doesn’t do it justice…

…but trust us, the Honored Dead have the best view in San Diego.


“Well,” said First Son Christmas Eve, “I have to become a priest. It isn’t even a choice now.”

“What do you mean?” asked The Wife.

“When you sent me over to wish Father a Merry Christmas, he asked me, ‘When I die, will you take my place in the priesthood?’ And I said yes.” (We later learned that he asked Second Son the same question, and got the same answer. But when he reported it, it wasn’t in the context of “have to” and “no choice.”)

The Wife teared up – it was Christmas Eve, after all, and Father was not a young man…

Later, First Son said, “I guess if I have to become a priest, I better start having all my fun right now while I still can.”



Second daughter, all of 11 months, toddled into the kitchen, got the whisk, toddled out to the living room, and proceeded to beat our little stuffed Grinch, the one in the Santy-Claus suit, in the face, smiling broadly as she did so. You can’t be mean and green and put on that uniform. The kids will know, however young they are.


First Son: It’s better to have no religion than false religion. False religion can mean human sacrifice.

Me: Well son, I can see why you might say that. Yes, if your false religion led you do things that displeased God when you thought you were pleasing him, things like sacrificing humans, then false religion would certainly be a problem. But there is something in the human heart that senses that this world is not the ultimate reality, that there is something greater than all this, and that leads us to search for God. And so even if you have a skewed picture of God, you’re still responding to that human impulse, and that’s a good thing. So in that way, it might be better to have a religion which was wrong about some things than no religion at all.

First Son: I like the way you can always take the opposite view.

(I didn’t get into the notion that human sacrifice echoes the Christian notion that a human sacrifice was indeed necessary for atonement – it’s just that our human was also God, and so was able to suffer the penalty and also overcome it. So in some sense, those human-sacrifice types were on to something, maybe…the blood of bulls just wasn’t going to cut it…)

lay, lie

Godsbody – Yesterday’s Book News Today

Just got word that the little book was spotted in a Borders wearing its brand new paperback binding. Many thanks to Loyola Press for giving it this second chance at life. Of course, it’s too late to order the thing for Christmas, but this being Godsbody, that’s to be expected.


Well, Scoob…

Casey Kasem, voice of a generation. Amazing.


My contribution to Godsbody’s call for inspirational Sunday obligation messages:


Missing mass for no good reason
Is tantamount to treason,
A breach of faith in any season,
Unless you’re sick in bed and sneezin’.


The 8 A.M. mass has passed like a schooner,
So has the 9, the 10, the 11.
Didn’t there used to be a nooner
Over at Mary Queen of Heaven?

Too late for that, but I’m still
Not screwed, thanks to St. T.M.
College on up on the hill,
Where there’s a 5, an 8 and a 10 P.M.


Get real
Be present
Real Presence