Snowed in.
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It is snowing 1" per hour - South Minneapolis has already received almost 8" of snow and 8" more is expected by the end of the day. I want to get to Mass this evening - it is my big worry. I was supposed to meet
Cathy for coffee this morning - but she cancelled on me - stood me up. (She's probably in bed with the cats twittering away.) I just don't understand people that will make a date and then cancel for no reason. ;)
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Michael Voris is featured on Fr. Z's blog today and amidst the high praise comments are a couple slurs on Michael's hair. I know! So if you happen to be a registered commenter go tell them that Michael's hair is cool. STBs can be hip if they want to.
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The picture of Dorian Grey
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I was at the grocery store the other day - I know, big event in my life - and I saw a former colleague of mine. (He didn't see me.) He came from a rather wealthy family and always wore the very best designer clothes, drove the best cars, and had the most prestigious address. I always thought that he was a 'nice' man, albeit very superficial and snobby. That said, for some reason he seemed to like me very much.
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Anyway, he looked
miraculously the same, which is why I recognized him I guess. As I looked more closely however, I could tell he had a lot of work done. Face lift, eye lift, facial peal - and possibly cheek implants - his face was more sculpted than ever - his eyes so lifted and defined they reminded me of a mummy's - maybe the blotchy spray-tan added to the dried-up look? His hair was a bit darker, but as always, nicely hi-lighted. He was dressed in a black suit which probably cost around $3000- or more.
"He looked mahvelous!" I hid before he would see me - or had he already seen me and was deliberately trying to avoid me as well? I'll go with that one.
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"Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months." - Oscar Wilde
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So what's my point? The guy looked like Joan Rivers - he looked like a mummy - he looked dead. I haven't been able to get it out of my mind since. I am convinced people who look like this have focused all their energies towards creating and maintaining an attractive facade - but it seems to me their eyes betray them, their blank stare suggests to me they are filled with dead men's dreams and illusions. I know you think I'm judging their moral character, but I'm not. The reality is just too obvious to ignore. I wondered, how many of these people, victims of so-called beauty and culture, fashion and the arts, money and status, are in effect caricatures of their former selves, clinging tenaciously to what is transient and impermanent.
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I've had nightmares since. Dreams of former friends whose friendship turned out to be false. I was their friend as long as I was amusing and 'with it' - in some cases, useful, and joined in their entertainments - and as long as I didn't talk about conscience, or worse - matters of faith. I often guilted myself for being a bad friend, when in fact, many of these friends were only interested in me to the extent I spoke their language and participated in their games, and laughed at their jokes, and hated the same people and things they did.
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If my life seems vapid and useless... [after all, "we are useless servants, we have only done what our duty"] - what about those who sacrifice their very soul to gain the whole world with its "carnal allurements, enticements for the eye, and the life of empty show"? All of which is passing away.
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That
is scary.