Archives for September 2010

SPRM vs Sperm

Bear with me here.
The news is rather old, but I was going through the website for U.S. Congressman Chris Smith (R-NJ) for a story I’m doing during my day job on the rise of abortions in the state of Wisconsin (it’s the stupid economy, of course – and, oh yeah, the increased access to chemical abortion methods also isn’t helping matters…) when I ran across an interesting press release on a new abortifacient called “ella.”

As my own embryonic theories on language develop (or atrophy is more like it), I keep going back to the interplay of consonants and vowels. Hebrew is a language specifically designed to be read out loud, I seem to remember an old tutor of mine telling me. The reader must supply the vowels – represented as little tics and hash marks on the page. Thus, the Jew reading from the Torah imitates God’s breathing life into man by breathing life into His Word. (I gather from other things I’ve read that this sort of give and take is common in Judaism.)
At any rate, I thought it an interesting coincidence that when you take the “life” vowel out of sperm – what your left with is death: SPRM.
By the way, completely coincidental and totally gratuitous comment alert: Chris Smith is perhaps the single most prolife congressman currently serving office. He also happens to be the representative of the 4th Congressional District – which includes my hometown. Hurrah, for Christopher. We need more such public bearers of good news!

And Speaking of Inevitable Declines…

The moment I heard this “song,” I knew they were dead (Monster and Adventures in Hi Fi were more like nerve endings which hadn’t quite shut down yet – much as a headless chicken is wont to run into a snowdrift…). Indeed, as a bellwether of anti-manhood, the “song” is given some well-reasoned confirmation here. As for the rest of their post-“song” output (Up, Reveal, etc.) – why, it is nothing more than the black bile that oozes out through the orifices after rigor mortis has set in…

Best Poem in The New Yorker EVER!

In the August 30 issue:

On The Inevitable Decline into Mediocrity of the Popular Muisician Who Attains a Comfortable Middle Age

O Sting, where is thy death?

– David Musgrave

Collecting on man’s madness for beauty…

A wooden sculpture purchased in the Alto Adige in the Italian Alps

Another item from the private collection of Mr. Bastianich.


So the NYT profiles “food entrepreneur” Joe Bastianich, son of awesome-wonderful celebrity chef Lidia Bastianich, and in the course of things, there is this:

“Mom Memento: I have a Madonna portrait done in the style of a Russian icon. My mother, the chef Lidia Bastianich, and I bought it together. It reminds me of her.”

A Madonna portrait done in the style of a Russian icon. Here is the Madonna portrait in question:

Yes, indeed, it does seem to be done in the style of a Russian icon.

I can’t help but wonder if somehow, somewhere, either Mr. Bastianich or the reporter is a touch confused?

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What Are You Doing for the Next 8 Weeks?

And do any of you slackers have anything to submit to the Walker Percy Prize? The deadline fast approacheth.

Lickona Brothers – call your office (after you have your toast and coffee, though, of course….)

To highlight how unusual it is to have a screenwriter on set for most studio productions, I’ll refer to a comment I recently heard one filmmaker deliver, which is that being a screenwriter on set is like being the hooker who stays for breakfast after she’s been paid.

Which kind of reminds me of the joke about the Polish actress who came to Hollywood and slept with the writer.

(And don’t complain about my being overly aggresive in pursuing Polish jokes -my sister-in-law is Warsaw born and raised. And if it makes you feel any better, the writer was probably a rich and failed Irish novelist, who when not drying out on Orange Crush was drunk most of the time and therefore probably unable to perform.)

"Movie Night in Zombie Land: A Christian Psychedelic Reading of Apocalyptic Cinema"

Wednesday, Oct. 6, at 7 p.m. Lecture, “Movie Night in Zombie Land: A Christian Psychedelic Reading of Apocalyptic Cinema,” by Eric Cunningham, associate professor of history and assistant director of Catholic Studies at Gonzaga. Wolff Auditorium, Jepson School of Business Administration, Gonzaga University, Spokane.

Mary’s Message to Bloggers

Our Lady’s September 25, 2010 message:

“Dear children! Today I am with you and bless you all with my motherly blessing of peace, and I urge you to live your life of faith even more, because you are still weak and are not humble. I urge you, little children, to speak less and to work more on your personal conversion so that your witness may be fruitful. And may your life be unceasing prayer. Thank you for having responded to my call.”

Today in Alphonse, Elder Brother Variation Edition.

My brother always did think my version was a little bit too cheerful and understated.

Something to Make Alphonse Snicker a Bit

Some scientists in the UK have have done a systematic review of the research. (Just imagine for a moment what said research must entail.) And they’ve concluded that fetuses feel no pain. So our consciences can be clear on that score. As long as they feel no pain, then everything’s OK.

But the verdict of science tends to be in the eye of the beholder. As noted in The Wall Street Journal, another strain of research suggests that 18-week fetuses respond with flinching or other physiological changes during surgery. Pro-life groups have also countered that Dr. Kanwaljeet Anand, a leading researcher in pediatrics and anesthesia, was not consulted by the report’s authors. Anand testified in Congress in 2005 that most fetuses at 20 weeks would perceive an abortion procedure as “painful, unpleasant, noxious stimulation.”

And why wasn’t MURG consulted?

Today in Terrifying Celebrity Resemblances

Speaking of the Onion…

I can’t decide whether this is blasphemous or a subtle satire on Christopher West and Co. (in which case, that is, really, really funny).

Zmirak on the New York Times, PETA, Porn and the Ministry of Pleasure (to name a few).

Nonononononononononononononono – UPDATE.

Great job, no-pants Catholics! Apparently, that Katy Perry/Elmo Muppet Bosoms Adventure was just a preview release. Y’all rose up in force, and now the segment has been cancelled.

Korrektiv Driving Tip #305

If you are reading your Kindle while driving a bus, always steer with your elbow for maximum relaxation and reading pleasure.