Cell phone pic purge:
Holy jeeza pete I’m having a weird day. I just hope the rest of the week improves. It feels as though there’s a weird — um, force disturbance? — causing everything to sort of be fractured and fractious (thanks for that word Mom). I don’t like it. But I will vanquish it. Trust. It might take a while, but things will be smooth again. By hook or by crook.
Anyway, as I was sitting in church yesterday the Father giving the sermon mentioned that a group of atheists and secularists had taken out a full-page ad in the Washington Post recently calling Catholics to leave the church because it was immoral and evil, etc. etc. Ignoring for a minute that, if it’s true (I haven’t seen the ad), the thought of atheists using the word “evil” is hilarious, I find it fascinating that a group so adamant about wanting to be free of “religious” constraint to just live and let live would turn around and try to affect the hearts and minds of people living the way they want to live. That seems a bit dissonant cognitively to me. But hey man, whatevs. Spend your money how you see fit. But no one’s really all that confused by what’s going on here. Just remember: if you claim to espouse something and you sell those core principles so you can be favored in some way, you’re a hypocrite and kind of a ho. If you’re comfortable with that, carry on my wayward son.
As an aside, as I was cooling down from my run Sunday — always a pretty reflective 15 minutes or so walking sweaty through the alleys of my neighborhood — it occurred to me that one argument I always hear from atheists is that religion is just the opiate (thanks Marx? or was it Nietzche?) that brings comfort to the masses and that’s why man created and sanctions it. But as I was observing the world around me and thinking about the idea that it would be pretty interesting if our natural laws (read: physics) operated differently in different environments (read: off the planet) something hit me hard: atheists require the comfort of believing that everything works according to the laws they are sure exist and are universal and ineffable. And that sounds quite a bit like religious dogma. So, welcome to the pond Narcissus.
Excellence to the power of awesome. The Trotter sent this and was like, “I think we’ve had this exact conversation…”
This book is supposed to be crazy good.
So, a conversation occurred on Facebook recently where that song Call Me Maybe was featured and I was sad because I didn’t remember the conversation. The Coach tells me I was in the bathroom when the song came on Thursday at The Exchange and “err’body lost dey minds.” So, here’s the most awesome horrible song this year. It is infectious. Also, Harvard baseball players are ridiculously hot. I mean the dude with the cast? Come on, man.
Finally, even though we’re ranked 6th (due to cancellations and starting the season late), we’re still considered the leader in our division. I hope we live up to the hype. If we play tight and not get too grouchy, we should.
Have a song I just have to listen to every once in a while to absorb and reassemble some of the disparate parts. If you like that show Portlandia, you’ll recognize one of these ladies…