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How the heck did I miss this?

Miss Ellen interviews Mr. Matthew … and does crackerjack job of it.

Dorian is coming….

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She’s coming fast and hard with vengeful spite:
You’d better ready yourself now
As she prepares to sweep
The beaches bare,
Her eye
Will spy
Most anywhere
The rapey, killy creep
Who dares to scare her brood – and blow,
This mother will, with ever-loving might!

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A young Catholic grows old

A young Catholic grows old

Therapy Pool

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the beginning of the end of civilization

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Seriously, Blue Like Jazz was better than it had any right to be.

The hilarious thing is that when I had my marketing meeting with Loyola for Scapulars, someone asked if there was any way I could get tied in with the book and its Emergent Christian following.  “No,” said my editor, “Matthew is most definitely Catholic.”  And now we get a film that hinges on a confessional scene with an anti-Pope!  Hilarious.

I will show you fear on a package of butter.

Matthew Lickona, Swimming with Scapulars:

‘I cannot bear to think of the vastness of space. If humanity is a singular creation, so beloved by God that He redeemed it by the death of His Son, what is all that vastness doing there? I am shaken by images from the Hubble telescope; there are times when simply gazing into the night sky frightens me.’ (‘The World, …’, p. 203)

‘I feared eternity, even in heaven. “I think there should be a time when my spirit dies out,” I once told my father as he tucked me into bed. “Mom says that when my spirit leaves my body, it will still feel like me, but I don’t think it will.”‘ (‘The Janitor Prophet’, p. 6)

Cf. Andre Jacquemetton & Maria Jacquemetton, Mad Men, Season 4, Episode 12 (‘Blowing Smoke’):

SALLY DRAPER

This [dream] felt like I was going to heaven. Except that I don’t believe in it.

GLEN BISHOP

You don’t? Then what happens when you die? Nothing?

SALLY DRAPER

It doesn’t really bother me except that it’s forever. When I think about forever, I get upset. Like the Land O’ Lakes butter has that Indian girl sitting, holding a box, and it has a picture of her on it holding a box, with a picture of her on it holding a box. Have you ever noticed that?

GLEN BISHOP

I wish you wouldn’t have said that.

Closed

In honor of Jonathan Webb’s birthday.

Πρωτόκλητος

To Kathleen Wilson, for the novena

The tepid sea detained our staggered fleet
As empty nets adorned the running gunwales
The way a village woman’s temple veils
Would dry on stone in summer’s wrinkling heat.
My brother’s bark felt hollow, incomplete,
Its luckless holds reduced to hungry holes;
So casting eyes ashore I watched the gulls
Harangue a man. Sharp-eyed as an egret
He saw me look. I knew him once, and yet –
As I bobbed like bait fish on gentle swells
And Galilee embraced our rotting hulls –
If asked, is it really something I’d admit?
He turned to catch me watching once before
And hooked me good: “What are you looking for?”