See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient with it until it receives the early and the late rains. - James 5:7

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Friendless in Minneapolis.



A maniacal monk's nemeses...


I got an email today from a guy I was a monk with at a certain mid-western monastery. We were novices together, and very fun ones, which is why our maniacal novice master would not let us associate with one another or speak to one another. I thought my little monk-ey friend was dead, so I am very happy to hear from him now. Comment moderation has been enabled for fear of what he might write - if he chose to comment - ever. (In his email he mentioned how good I look in my profile photo - yet somehow different from what he remembered. It's because of the glasses - I'm not wearing my glasses. It is so funny how time fades memory, isn't it?)
I don't feel so friendless any more - there are not that many people left who go back that far in my life - I mean, those still willing to talk to me. LOL!

*yer saury erse*


The Sompnour's Tale
This Friar boasteth that he knoweth hell,*
And, God it wot, that is but little wonder,*
Friars and fiends be but little asunder. *
For, pardie, ye have often time heard tell,*
How that a friar ravish'd was to hell *
In spirit ones by a visioun, *
And, as an angel led him up and down,*
To shew him all the paines that there were,*
In all the place saw he not a frere;*
Of other folk he saw enough in woe.*
Unto the angel spake the friar tho;* *then*
'Now, Sir,' quoth he, 'have friars such a grace,*
That none of them shall come into this place?'*
'Yes' quoth the angel; 'many a millioun:'*
And unto Satanas he led him down*.
'And now hath Satanas,' said he, 'a tail*
Broader than of a carrack is the sail.*
Hold up thy tail, thou Satanas,' quoth he,*
'Shew forth thine erse, and let the friar see *
Where is the nest of friars in this place.'*
And *less than half a furlong way of space* *immediately*
Right so as bees swarmen out of a hive,*
Out of the devil's erse there gan to drive*
A twenty thousand friars *on a rout.*
*in a crowd* And throughout hell they swarmed all about,*
And came again, as fast as they may gon,*
And in his erse they creeped every one:*
He clapt his tail again, and lay full still.*


.....................................Canterbury Tales

best quote ever...



"Most Catholic bloggers happen to be Protestants with delusions of orthodoxy." - Source
LOL!

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

War of the Roses...

Clinton and Obama are beginning to fight like a couple having marital problems...


While it looks as if Oprah is in trouble with women because she campaigned for Obama...


Yet Bill just dreams about interns.

kids...


Nobody knows the trouble you feel
Nobody cares, the feelin' is real
Johnny, we're sorry, won't you come on home
We worry, won't you come on
What is wrong in my life
That I must get drunk every night
Johnny, we're sorry won't you come on...
Use the phone, call your mom
She's missing you badly, missing her son
Who do you know, where will you stay
Big city life is not what they say
Johnny, we're sorry, won't you come on home
We worry, won't you come on
What is wrong in my life
That I must get drunk every night
Johnny, we're sorry won't you come on...
You'd better go, everything's closed
Can't find a room, money's all blown
Nowhere to sleep, out in the cold
Nothing to eat, nowhere to go
Johnny, we're sorry, won't you come on home
We worry, won't you come on
What is wrong in my life
That I must get drunk every night
Johnny, we're sorry won't you come on. home
We worry, won't you come on home...
.........................fine young cannibals.

Monday, January 21, 2008

And then: Why do you blog?

Because you have a "savior of the world complex" like Bono?

I ask myself this question all of the time. Why do I blog? I think, no matter what the initial altruistic reasons one may have had for beginning to write a weblog, it comes down to one's ego, satisfying self-love. (Or, maybe just for me?)

So anyway - why do you blog?

Sunday, January 20, 2008