Happy Birthday, Big Jon Bully!
February 7, 2015 by at 3:01 pm
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From Empty Hands
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America
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All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
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Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
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You sure did surprise me. Thanks Quin…and for the warning about candles too. LOL.
Big Jon,
I wish I’d known. By all means I hope it was worthy of the name “Bully” – in the Teddy Roosevelt sense of that term, of course.
Thanks JOB, but the most newsworthy event yesterday was McCain’s 50th birthday party.
Here’s some home video taken last night:
Best. Home video. Ever.
I hate having missed it, but at least I was able to make a spiritual communion from the solitude of my cell:
AD MVLTOS ANNOS!
Pretty much. Great scene, but what about the little cups of grape juice?
True story: The first altar rail I ever noticed — possibly the first one I ever saw — was not in a pre-1960s Catholic church, but in a post-1960s Methodist church.
Also, I’m about 70% sure that the first liturgy I ever saw celebrated ad orientem was an Episcopalian wedding, or possibly funeral.
But to answer your question: Maybe it was filmed but deleted; ditto the use of ‘fellowship’ as a verb, and the pronunciation of ‘Augustine’ to rhyme with ‘Ovaltine’. The satisfaction of our curiosity on this point gives the Criterion Collection all the more reason to release, at long last, a special edition of Barcelona, the very best Stillman movie so far.
For our readers who haven’t met me, I’m the guy in the white cowboy hat.
I guess Brian Williams said he was there, but did anyone actually see him? Rufus?
You’re misthinking. He was at your birthday 12 years ago or so… the fog of memory and all that. Easy mistake to make.
JOB
It’s all about misthinking, misremembering and mis-takes.
My keyboard at home doesn’t work and I was advised by somebody in a computer shop (after a second one didn’t work) hat I would be unlikely to find one that did, so I won’t be able to post comments for a while.
Come back when you can. We’ll be around.