So, um, you guys who write long, thought-provoking, interesting sermons and post them on your blog?
Yeah. I don’t read about 80% of them. Sorry.
But I started reading Tobias’+ meditations things, and couldn’t stop.
But there is yet another diurnal and nocturnal cycle at work in the world. There is something else that happens as the dawn moves across the world, and as noonday, and evening, and night do the same. There is something else that sweeps around the globe besides sunlight and spearmint. Some of the residents of this house may well remember the days when not just four but eight successive bands of human activity moved around the world like this. Matins, lauds, prime, tierce, sext, nones, vespers, andcompline skimmed across the surface of the earth by day and by night, coating it with prayer. So the bands move in their ordered rounds, and you can hear them singing, telling and retelling God’s glory in many languages, day and night imparting knowledge to each other, as their voice goes out unto all lands.
So the church’s life of prayer has a deep and intimate involvement with the cosmos.
(Sekrit message to Pisco: *koff*Eucharistic Prayer C *koff*)
And then, there’s the Portland Public Art blog, which is always interesting and informative (especially to someone who walked past an entire hall of exemplary 19th and 20thc American art and spent twenty minutes in front of the LINDESFARNE GOSPELS OHEMGEE). The PPA blog points towards a book published by Multnomah County’s Community Justice office, Reclaiming Futures and Write Around Portland, and available for free download, called When You Were Fifteen. One of the people who submitted an article is our City Councilmember, Sam Adams, who’s a little wacky in a ‘listens to his constituents’ kind of way. When you click over to the article, there’s a rather infamous picture of Sam riding one of the Zoobomb’s mini bikes. The essay written by Sam and reprinted by PPA Blog is called, Why I Didn’t Disappear.
They’d stop me in the hall once in a while and tease me. They teased
me in a way that made the point clear – they expected me to do something with my life.
And because they showed that little extra interest in me, I realized that I should show a little extra interest in myself. It didn’t take much. I didn’t grow up in a home with a lot of positive feedback.
And now, I’ve gone tl;dr on you all, so this week’s playlist is under the cut.
You know how this goes: Put your music player on random and ‘fess up to whatever comes up. Color commentary provided in the [brackets].
- Goodbye Letter – Johnny Lang [ugh. depressing. SKIP!]
- Bruised (Remix) – Jack’s Mannequin [What the— I’m guessing it’s from the Snakes on a Plane soundtrack, since it’s about an airport…]
- Sweet Dreams – Eurythmics [Annie Lennox for
- So Much I – Red Hot Chili Peppers [Guy at Work thinks I should be ashamed of liking RHCP. Considering I freely admit to the Neil Diamond love, that’s never gonna happen]
- Together – The Raconteurs [yawn]
- Nugget – Cake [The chorus of this song is ‘Shut the Fuck Up’. I love it so much.]
- Dime – Cake [meh. Not one of my favorites.]
- She Caught the Katy – The Blues Brothers [If you ever want to know what life is like inside my head, it bears a striking resemblance to this film]
- Inside Job – Pearl Jam [while my friends were hiding various illicit substances and reading material of dubious educational value in caches around their houses, I was hiding Pearl Jam tapes]
- The Mustard – Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode “Once More With Feeling” [Oh, that’s a nice thing to end out on. Tomorrow is the 10th anniversary of BtVS’ first airing. Buffy has been a large part of my life for the last decade, involving friendships, fiction, and TWO, count ’em, TWO weddings. *sigh* Ain’t no fandom like your first fandom.]