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Archives for February 2007

Beer Joke of the Month

An Irishman moves into a tiny hamlet in County Kerry, walks into the pub and promptly orders three beers. The bartender raises his eyebrows, but serves the man three beers, which he drinks quietly at a table, alone. An hour later, the man has finished the three beers and orders three more.

This happens yet again. The next evening the man again orders and drinks three beers at a time, several times. Soon the entire town is whispering about the Man Who Orders Three Beers.

Finally, a week later, the bartender broaches the subject on behalf of the town. “I don’t mean to pry, but folks around here are wondering why you always order three beers?”

“Tis odd, isn’t it?” the man replies, “You see, I have two brothers, and one went to America, and the other to Australia. We promised each other that we would always order an extra two beers whenever we drank as a way of keeping up the family bond.”

The bartender and the whole town was pleased with this answer, and soon the Man Who Orders Three Beers became a local celebrity and source of pride to the hamlet, even to the extent that out-of-towners would come to watch him drink.

Then, one day, the man comes in and orders only two beers. The bartender pours them with a heavy heart. This continues for the rest of the evening, he orders only two beers. The word flies around town. Prayers are offered for the soul of one of the brothers.

The next day, the bartender said to the man, “Folks around here, me first of all, want to offer condolences to you for the death of your brother. You know-the two beers and all…”

The man ponders this for a moment, then replies, “You’ll be happy to hear that my two brothers are alive and well. It’s just that I, meself, have decided to give up drinking for Lent.

Søren Says

This is what is sad when one contemplates human life, that so many live out their lives in quiet lostness . . . they live, as it were, away from themselves and vanish like shadows. Their immortal souls are blown away, and they are not disquieted by the question of its immortality, because they are already disintegrated before they die. ~ Journals

Are You Ready?

Bob Dylan in 1980

Sherman Alexie in pain.

http://korrektivpress.com/2007/02/721/

Ironic Catholic: Now and at the Hour of Our Death

The following is an excerpt from Ironic Catholic’s comments on my Mass Report post last week. I think this paragraph should be required reading for anyone who is going to die:

Not that I have any control over this…but when I die, I want someone to remind me about the love of Jesus Christ. I want someone to ask me about repentance and offer reconciliation. I want someone to challenge me that the best is yet to come, that this suffering joins me with Christ, and like his suffering, it is not the last word. God is here and God will be there and has already broken my path for that journey. I want to receive the anointing of the sick, and be told that God will raise me up. I don’t want someone asking if I’m “in touch with my values.” And especially if I am weak and in pain, I hope the person helping me have a holy, joyful death will not expect me to “take the lead.”

This stirs up a lot of thoughts and emotions for me. How in the past I may have had the opportunity to deliver this message to a dying friend and how I failed, how embarrassing death is and how tongue-tied it can make us, what a bastard death is but how radically and profoundly our faith in Christ confronts it. I’m reminded of how Walker Percy shined the light on this in his fiction — recall Lonnie’s death in The Moviegoer and how Binx responded to questions from Lonnie’s siblings about the hope of the resurrection, and recall the deathbed baptism scene in The Last Gentleman, how matter-of-fact and therefore how good the priest was — and of how Percy approached his own death. Percy himself often pointed to the witness of Flannery O’Connor and how she confronted death with courage and a clear vision of God’s grace. Anyway, I want to thank you, IC, for these good words.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Cats!

Why Do I?

Really, why do I?

Parking in New York

I found this linked on NRO originally, but it’s worth linking here as well.

the Collector

From the YouTube Music Archives XXII: Ewa Podleś

The incomparable Polish contralto Ewa Podleś begins performing in Seattle Opera’s production of Handel’s Giulio Cesare tonight at McCaw Hall. As a contralto she’s the best we can do for the part of Caesar, since the role was originally written for castrati, and the last one of those died off around the turn of the last century. I went looking for previous performances by Podleś from Canada and San Diego, but unfortunately there was nothing on line. Interestingly enough, there is a clip from the same opera, but here Podleś is in the role of Cornelia, Pompey’s wife, singing Cessa Omai di Sospirare. As Pompey’s wife she spends most of the opera threatening to kill herself because her husband’s head was lopped off in one of the early scenes.

If that wasn’t complicated enough, there’s also a stunning performance by Podleś as Cleopatra in Berlioz’s ‘scène lyrique’, La mort de Cléopâtre, recorded in Montreal with Charles Dutoit conducting. According to one colorful review of the concert at Trrill.com, this is a performance that “will knock your dick in the dirt.” Which might come in handy for some of those castrati roles. Or something like that. In another fine clip she plays the part of La Cieca (the Blindwoman) singing Voce di donna o d’angelo from Ponchielli’s La Gioconda. No testicles required there. Or eyes, come to think of it.

And if you can’t make it to Julius Caesar, she’ll be back in Seattle at the end of June to sing Mahler’s 3rd Symphony, a performance that promises to be as anatomically destructive as anything we’ve seen her do yet.