Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Brokeback Squadron

If you're of a certain age, then we don't have to explain why this is brilliant.

Yes, we're lousy bloggers. But this makes up for it, we think.

Monday, January 30, 2006

Mailbag

Reader Lindsay (that brings us to seven!) wrote that Reese Witherspoon's speech at the SAG awards was "Pitch perfect where us
better-halves are concerned. It was reminiscent of Familiaris Consortio---really, not kidding."

She suggests reading the whole thing, so do that. But I'll post this excerpt.

"...And I want to say that my biggest inspiration, obviously for this movie, was June Carter. She's just an incredible woman. She was not only a very accomplished musician who played many instruments, she was a wonderful wife, who supported her husband and an unbelievably giving mother, and a great friend. And I think there are so many women who are the quiet, sort of silent, frequently unacknowledged center of so many people's lives. And I think I'm just really honored to bring her out of a certain shadow and into the light in this performance. So, she really deserves it."

Exchange

The wife: Here I am, wasting my prime on you.

Me: What???

The wife: You're right. My prime is past.

Oh, by the by: Some people have been doing a thorough job of keeping up on Deus Caritas Est buzz on the Internets.

Me, I really need to sit down and read the thing all the way through.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Tequila!

Gosh.

Father Neuhaus tempts Mark's ire by commenting on this editorial in America magazine.

I thought that Father Villa hit on something in his letter in reply. But still, even those who regard the Jesuits as a shaky lot must have been comforted to see them invoke the Catechism:

"As the Catechism of the Catholic Church states, homosexual men and women are to be treated with “respect, compassion and sensitivity” (No. 2357)."

I believe this is known as the argument from authority, with the authority being the Catechism. I agree with the claim wholeheartedly, but I do admit to a measure of surprise in seeing America take this tactic.

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Taking a break from eros...

...to note the gastronomical glory that is the 100x100. Our God is a God of superfluities. A billion stars in the sky, a hundred slices of cheese, a hundred patties of beef.

Friday, January 27, 2006

Eros, eros, eros

From Chuck Shepherd's News of the Weird:

"Gynecologists interviewed by the Wall Street Journal in December said business was booming for the $1800 to $5000 hymenoplasty (the re-creation of the hymen), for men who want to deflower their non-virgin women (surgery obviously good for one night only)."

Questions for discussion:

What's the difference between the $1800 version and the $5000 version? On the one hand, you don't want your psuedo-virgin to think you want less than the best for her (or is it for you? - love is so very complicated). On the other hand, it's not like it's supposed to last or anything.

Why is business booming? Why is this such a thrill? Is it the primitive "taking possession" thing - getting to pretend you're the bold explorer, going where no man has gone before? Or is it playing on the transgressive thrill of the old-fashioned taking of a girl's sexual innocence? (Echoes here of porn-spam emails: "See young teen virgins - their first time!" Why is this more attractive than "See a full-bodied woman - a real pro in the sack!") Or is it a purely physical thing? What?

All those questions get at the man's reason for wanting such a thing done - and the News of the Weird Item does suggest that the procedure is done "for men," even though it's done *to* women. But there are also questions of why women are willing to go along with this and get their hymens "re-created." News of the Weird has reported on the past on the popularity of Brazilian waxes, anal bleaching, and labial cosmetic surgery, and in each case, the reason is that women want to look like the porn stars that their men admire so. Is this more of the same?

Eros and Agape, continued - thanks, Amy.

A commentator on this sorry blog once asked, "Matthew, why are you so obsessed with articles about porn?"

Answers:
1. I am not so obsessed. I am merely obsessed.
2. I am not obsessed with articles about porn, but rather, the thing itself.

And so...an article about a priest who converted a porn star, who, it is being claimed, edged a little too close to that particular fire.

Transforming eros is no mean feat.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

"God's Image is in all of these folks..."

...it's just in some a little more roundly.

Priest blesses Hooters. Who says eros and agape can't get along?

Deus Caritas Est over at Amy's

Some initial thoughts here, and a summary of reactions from others here, which will be updated as reviews/stories come in.

UPDATE:

Andrew Sullivan. And again.

Newsday.

Der Spiegel.

First Things first peek.

John Allen in the National Catholic Reporter.

Something I found through the National Catholic Register.

Rocco Palmo in Beliefnet.

Magister's background piece.

More as I run across them. Thanks as usual to Amy over at Open Book, who actually pays attention.

UPDATE: More Allen.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Some Things You Can't Teach...

...such as how to write an opening sentence to a story. This is from First Son:

"Haner Dillsworth Bexwer, a child whose father was extremely wealthy, knew the dullness of being rich. The only thing exciting was his new house, which was unexplored."

Good stuff.

Exchange

Me: Sometimes I wonder what you think of me.

The wife: Oh, come on. You know I love you. You know I think you're great.

Me: I know you love me. But sometimes I wonder if you think food and sex are the basis of our relationship.

The wife: That's how it is for most men, isn't it?

Me: Ouch! Do you think all this Christian marriage stuff is a crock?

The wife: Crock-a-doodle-doo!

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Movie Chat

"A writer? What do you have to write about? You're not oppressed! You're not gay!"

- John Lithgow as Bud Brumder, speaking to his son in Orange County.

This line echoes in my head like the crack of doom.

Have I Blogged This Already?

Headline I'd Like to See in The Onion, based on the old line you sometimes hear in teaching-type situations: "If I can help just one student..."

Teacher Helps Just One Student in Forty-Year Career; 'What a Lousy Teacher,' Colleagues Say.

(Teachers, please don't take offense. Y'all are beautiful.)

Monday, January 23, 2006

Calvin & Hobbes...

...the complete set of which Santa brought to First Son for Christmas (that Santa), is showing its effects.

At dinner last night: "When I got bored with my first parents, I got rid of them and went down to Sears, Roebuck and bought new robot parents. So actually, I created you. So really, I don't have to take another bite."

Me: You should never have given us so much power. That was a terrible mistake. Now we've rebelled against our creator and taken over.

Happy fun dinner-time!

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Mailbag

"You learn something new every day," wrote my friend. "Like at Mass this evening when Father explained that the reason there is abortion in the world is because the Church used to erroneously teach that sex is for reproduction only and that the body is evil and bad. The example given for the Church teaching this very bad thing was Jansenism. Luckily, Vatican 2 changed this teaching and now we can have a healthy view of our individual sexualitie(s). See? I didn't know that."

Sigh. Because, you know, Jansenism wasn't a heresy or anything. And the Church has always taught that the body was evil and bad. That's why Christ didn't really have a human nature or a body or anything. Um, wait a second...

Is there a list anywhere of all the teachings which Vatican II supposedly changed?

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Bastards, Prospering

Okay, so The Constant Gardener is based on a novel. Nobody is offering this story as proof that Big Pharma is using the poor and downtrodden as guinea pigs, then covering it up when things don't work out well for the bottom line. But then you go to the interviews at the end of the DVD, and there's the director telling you a different kind of story: that he sat down with a Big Pharma CEO in Africa who denounced the movie as bullshit. But then, the director asked the CEO what would happen in real life if they were testing a drug and people started dying. "Would you go public, or would you cover it up?" And the CEO said he'd have to cover it up. "I said, 'Well, that's the plot of my movie.' I was really impressed that he was so honest."

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Creepy

Does anybody else find those ads in which people lounge in public places watching tiny TVs just a tad creepy? Your show, your time, your place, everything just the way you like it, you lucky little isolated consumer, you. The other people passing you by? Pay them no mind. They, like you, are lucky isolated consumers, with different shows at different times in different places, everything just the way they like it. If you try to talk to one of them, you will have nothing to say, since you have completely engineered your experience to your specifications, and so have they, and never the twain shall meet. Bwahahahahahaha!

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

The Last Word

Tom Scocca weighs in on truth vs. "essential truth."

In the Beginning...

...there was Maud, the first blog I ever read, probably discovered during a search for stories of writers who actually got their fiction published.

I next discovered that Maud had a fun gal-pal from out of town: The Old Hag.

But there's only so long a blogger can go on about his debilitating encounters with Wild Turkey and avoid my notice. Thus, it wasn't long before I found the infamous ("That means 'more than famous'!) T-Muffle, who led me, through speculation about certain aspects of manhood, to Terry.

Since then, I have managed to make Terry's blogroll (once again, proof that God exists and that He has a sense of humor), win a book from The Old Hag during her limerick contest, and, lo and behold, garner a dash of praise from The Minor Fall, The Major Lift himself - just after his appearance in the Observer, no less.

He was very kind regarding the look of the site, and so I would like, in the spirit of awards-season thank-you speeches, to mention Godsbody's designer, one Doug Gatanis of Gigantic. A pleasure to work with; I can't recommend him highly enough. (Once upon a time, it seems, I was going to be an Up and Coming Author, and so a decent-looking website seemed like a good idea.)

Now all I have to do is get Maud to ruminate on why she is so fond of Catholic authors - Donna Tartt, Graham Greene, et. al. - and Godsbody's work will be finished. I'll be able to put it down with a twelve-gauge, er, send it to Grandma's farm to run and play forever...

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Gen X'ers all over the world can die happy now...

...ever since Gawker shared this with us. Kinda makes Harrison Ford's drink-passing antics at the Golden Globes seem a little tame. I do love that final shot in Grambo's series, though - the expressions are priceless. Ford looks like dementia is setting in, and Madsen looks like she's gonna be telling this story for years to come...
(Yeah, the language is a little blue.)

Monday, January 16, 2006

Everyone's a critic...

...but for some reason, the good people at Godspy asked me to take a look at The Book of Daniel.

King

A comment below seems to suggest that I have not given Dr. King his due. Such was certainly not my intent. So, an offering. Go, read.

(Via T-Muffle.)

I Grew Up Near Ithaca...

...and I think it's safe to say that it's a town in which a sizable portion of the population is more than comfortable wearing its liberal political leanings on its collective sleeve. So it's certainly no surprise to read this, via Maud, in the Ithaca Journal, conerning Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.:

***

Exactly one year before his death, from an altar in a New York City church, the civil rights champion put his campaign to end the war in Vietnam on center stage. The conflict showed America as a nation on the wrong side of global revolution; on the side of wealthy corporations rather than long-oppressed people yearning to be free. He called the United States the “greatest purveyor of violence in the world today” and warned the nation would lose its souls if its people did not abandon materialism as their ambition and war as their method. Time magazine called the speech “demagogic slander” akin to attacks from Radio Hanoi and the Washington Post said the dreamer it once lauded had “diminished his usefulness to his cause, his country, his people.”

Then, in late 1967, King decided to tackle the issue he thought was at the root of them all - economic inequality and rampant poverty. King saw that underneath racism, underneath war, was the iron fist of the few “haves” keeping control of the many “have nots.” He planned a Poor People's Campaign for 1968, and issued his demand for a federal economic bill of rights. Those rights included full employment, minimum wages and a minimum guaranteed annual income and affordable housing for low-income Americans. He said the new effort “must not be just black people ... it must be all poor people ... even poor whites.” To his staff, he conceded they were venturing onto “dangerous ground” because they were taking on industry and unchecked capitalism in an effort he thought must, in the end, redistribute the wealth of America. Most of America - the politicians, the press and the people - just looked the other way.

***

But reading this makes me wonder - did the Reverend really believe that economic inequality and rampant poverty were the issues that served as the root of all other issues? Did he really see haves vs. have-nots as more poisonous than racism and war? The story says he criticized materialism, but isn't this a materialistic understanding, to say that social ills are a function of money? I have no interest in defending capitalism with "the poor you will always have with you." But it's hard for me to believe that a intelligent Christian really believed that full employment and guaranteed income would solve the problems that arise between human beings. When the Post said that King had "diminished his usefulness," I winced - it's ugly, utilitarian language. But I wonder whether some shift hadn't occured in King's thought - I don't think he always thought that economics was the answer. I wonder about the Journal's account. This may bear some looking into.

Anyone?

Pink's Progress?

My beloved New York Observer may be going up for sale.

Once upon a time, when I was even younger and more foolish, I made the five hour trek through a gorgeous New York winter's morning, the snow clinging to every barren branch, the sun making everything melty and sparkling - down from Ye Olde Hometown to The City, there to meet with an August Personage, the sort who gets his photo run next to his weekly column in a national magazine. Turns out this particular August Personage knew my father back in the day (Dad used to run an underground newspaper at Siena college), and Dad had been willing to make a phone call on my behalf. See, I wanted to break into the Big Time. I wanted to write for a New York media outlet. I wanted to head back east and make a name for myself - or something. Maybe I just wanted to head back east.

August Personage was not terribly helpful. His advice: 1. Don't start as the mail boy in a newsroom. You'll always be seen as the mail boy. Got it. 2. Hang around the grad lectures at Columbia Journalism School. Not so easy when you live in San Diego. 3. Get noticed. Ah, yes, get noticed. "I mean, I could call Pete Hamill at the Daily News..." YES YES YES CALL PETE HAMILL! "...but I don't know if it would do any good. I really don't know many people any more." Well thanks, pal. Glad I could drive ten hours round trip to hear all this. (It didn't help that I had sat in a puddle on a concrete bench and so doused my backside with icewater. I was grumpy.)

He did give me something, however - Anne Roiphe's phone number. At the time, Anne Roiphe was writing a regular column for the Observer, and at the time, the Observer was my very favorite publication. Oh, the witty joys of snark. (Where have you gone, Michael M. Thomas?) I told August Personage how much I loved the paper, that it would be a dream job, and he smiled. Lots of good people got a start there, he said, writing down Roiphe's number. I headed down from his office, found a pay phone, called the number, and bam, I was talking to Anne Roiphe. She was very gracious, talking to a total stranger from San Diego, of all places. But sadly, it was Tuesday, and the paper was closing its issue. No one would be around to talk to me. If I wanted a shot, I should write to the Editor.

I smiled with twice my usual dose of rue - yeah, the Editor would be dying to hire some punk sending his two years' worth of clips from Southern California. After all, there aren't many wannabe writers or journalists in New York. I found my brother, who had oh-so-kindly made the drive with me, and we headed north to Cortland. And that was that. Thank God.

Some TAC grads use the Internet for good, not evil...

Pia DeSolenni, a TAC'er who did grad work in theology and still managed to find work afterwards outside of academia, has a piece in NRO about Ted Kennedy and Samuel Alito. Go, read. It'll do you some good. Godsbody is just bread and circuses these days.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

"To me, the bikini merely reveals the beauty of God's creation..."

Friend Michael sends along this story about a priest being asked by his bishop to step down from his position as a judge at the Miss Universe pageant. What I'm wondering is how he got on the panel in the first place.

Gotta love the reasoning given here: "This competition represents a view of humans that is not in accordance with the Church's," said Arne Groeningsaeter, head of the Oslo diocese council, a state body that hires priests.

"The Church should preach that we are all equal and this competition's view of woman is particularly disturbing."

I can work with the "view of woman" thing, but "the Church should preach that we are all equal"? Gotcha. The next papal election will be conducted by drawing names from a hat. You know, because all the Cardinals are equal.

Friday, January 13, 2006

Screaming Memees

Anonymous Teacher Person has come up with a decidedly odd little meme, and has tagged me with it. It's not unlike head-butting someone as a sign of your love and affection...

"Create a post with these directions as your text. Comment on the post by creating an acronym for your blog from the 'type this secret code to be allowed to comment' letters."

Now, since I don't use comment verification, I don't have any such letters. So I'm using the letters that appeared on ATP's blog when I checked her comments section for an example of how the meme looks. Here goes:

Matthew,
Young(ish)
Struggling
Catholic,
Vapidly
Kvetching
Sotto voce about
Jesusy stuff

Maybe I'll try again in a bit.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Fiskars taken to abortion story...

It's such an amazing story. Had to comment here and there. Go, read the full text. Really good reporting.

Offering Abortion, Rebirth
Yes, an Arkansas doctor says, he destroys life. But he believes the thousands of women who have relied on him have been 'born again.'
By Stephanie Simon
Times Staff Writer

November 29, 2005

[....]

Harrison is beyond such concerns. For several years in the 1980s, his clinic was picketed, vandalized and once firebombed. Protesters marched outside his home and death threats became routine. Harrison responded by making his case.

He answered every phone call, replied to every letter in the newspaper and appeared at public forums to defend abortion rights. Eventually, the protesters in this college town left him alone. (Arkansas Right to Life focuses instead on educating women about alternatives to abortion, Executive Director Rose Mimms said.)

[Admirable.]

In the years since, Harrison has become more outspoken.

He calls himself an "abortionist" and says, "I am destroying life."

[Do people debate as to whether abortion destorys life? Something is alive and then it's not - at least, that's my understanding. I thought the question was whether or not it was human life being destroyed.]

But he also feels he's giving life: He calls his patients "born again."

[Indeed. They were in bondage to something, and now they are free. The question is what they were in bondage to.]

"When you end what the woman considers a disastrous pregnancy, she has literally been given her life back," he says.

[Well, not literally, since it wasn't literally taken away from her. If it had been, she'd be dead.]

Before giving up obstetrics in 1991, Harrison delivered 6,000 babies. Childbirth, he says, should be joyous; a woman should never consider it a punishment or an obligation.

[Yeah, it should be joyous. The question is, should whether or not it's joyous be the absolute deciding factor? Or are there other factors that might outweigh it?]

"We try to make sure she doesn't ever feel guilty," he says, "for what she feels she has to do."

[Description of events surrounding abortion procedure...]

Harrison glances at an ultrasound screen frozen with an image of the fetus taken moments before. Against the fuzzy black-and-white screen, he sees the curve of a head, the bend of an elbow, the ball of a fist.

[Does the patient see this? Ought she to? Maybe before she goes on the table? I know it ain't exactly a definitive argument, but it might be worth considering.]

[Abortion is completed.]

She is not yet sure, she says, how she is doing emotionally. She feels guilty, sad and relieved, all in a jumble.

"There's things wrong with abortion," she says. "But I want to have a good life. And provide a good life for my child." To keep this baby now, she says, when she's single, broke and about to start college, "would be unfair."

[Unfair how, exactly? Difficult, yes, even painful and awful. But how unfair?]

Politicians on both sides of the abortion debate often talk up adoption as a better alternative. Harrison's patients do not consider it an option.

A high school volleyball player says she doesn't want to give up her body for nine months. "I realize just from the first three months how it changes everything," she says.

[Of course, if the fetus were regarded as a person, then that would outweigh someone's not wanting to give up their body for nine months. I think.]

Kim, a single mother of three, says she couldn't bear to give away a child and have to wonder every day if he were loved. Ending the pregnancy seemed easier, she says — as long as she doesn't let herself think about "what could have been."

[This doesn't sound easier. It sounds damaging.]

[...]

For the few women who arrive ambivalent or beset by guilt, Harrison's nurse has posted statistics on the exam-room mirror: One out of every four pregnant women in the U.S. chooses abortion. A third of all women in this country will have at least one abortion by the time they're 45.

[See? Everybody's doing it...]

"You think there's room in hell for all those women?" the nurse will ask.

[This is simply outrageous. For the record, I think there's room in hell for every single person who ever was, and that every sinner - read, everyone but Jesus and his mom - deserves to go there. Thank God for mercy. But that has absolutely no bearing on whether or not abortion is right or wrong. Nor does it speak to the moral status of women who seek abortions.]

If the woman remains troubled, the nurse tells her to go home and think it over.

[Admirable.]

"If they truly feel they're killing a baby, we're not going to do an abortion for them," says the nurse, who asked not to be identified for fear protesters would target her.

[Amazing. I wish the reporter had asked if they had ever actually denied someone an abortion on those grounds.]

The 17-year-old in for a consultation this morning assures the nurse that she does not consider the embryo inside her a baby.

"Not until it's developed," she says. "That would be about three months?"

"It's completely formed about nine weeks," the nurse tells her. "Yours is more like a chicken yolk."

[A chicken yolk?]

The girl, who is five weeks pregnant, looks relieved. "Then no," she says, "it's not a baby." Her mother sits in the corner wiping her tears.

Harrison draws his own moral line at the end of the second trimester, or 26 weeks since the first day of the woman's last menstrual period. Until that point, he will abort for any reason.

"It's not a baby to me until the mother tells me it's a baby," he says.

[Ah, the old will-to-personhood. And yet...]

But Harrison refuses to end third-trimester pregnancies, even if the fetus is severely disabled. Some premature infants born at that stage, or even a few weeks earlier, can survive. Harrison believes they may be developed enough to feel pain in utero. Just a handful of doctors around the nation will abort a fetus at this stage.

"I just don't think it should be done," says Harrison, who calls the practice infanticide.

[Well, why not, if it's not a baby until the mother tells you it's a baby?]

[...]

Amanda, a 20-year-old administrative assistant, says it's not the obstacles that surprise her — it's how normal and unashamed she feels as she prepares to end her first pregnancy.

"It's an everyday occurrence," she says as she waits for her 2:30 p.m. abortion. "It's not like this is a rare thing."

[I could name a few other everyday, common occurrences that aren't any more justifiable for being common.]

Amanda hasn't told her ex-boyfriend that she's 15 weeks pregnant with his child. She hasn't told her parents, either, though she lives with them.

"I figured it was my responsibility," she says.

She regrets having to pay $750 for the abortion, but Amanda says she does not doubt her decision. "It's not like it's illegal. It's not like I'm doing anything wrong," she says.

[The law is a teacher, anyone?]

"I've been praying a lot and that's been a real source of strength for me. I really believe God has a plan for us all. I have a choice, and that's part of my plan."

[Your plan or God's plan? Not being flip, here.]

His first patient of the day, Sarah, 23, says it never occurred to her to use birth control, though she has been sexually active for six years. When she became pregnant this fall, Sarah, who works in real estate, was in the midst of planning her wedding. "I don't think my dress would have fit with a baby in there," she says.

[This is incendiary, but let's let it pass...]

The last patient of the day, a 32-year-old college student named Stephanie, has had four abortions in the last 12 years. She keeps forgetting to take her birth control pills. Abortion "is a bummer," she says, "but no big stress."

[As ever, the question is whether it's a bummer and a stress for the fetus.]

[...]

Of Note...

Via Amy, this LAT story about an abortionist.

Ends with this breakdown, which, for some reason, I thought deserved attention.

Who has abortions

By age:

Under 15: 1%

15-19: 19%

20-24: 33%

25-29: 23%

30-34: 13%

35-39: 8%

40-44: 3%

That's 75% of abortions being given to pregnant women under 30. I wonder how that matches up to overall pregnancy percentages. I don't have a comment to make here; it just struck me.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

More Whale...

[MORE SPOILERS.]

When the parents' unity is sundered, when they are no longer one entity for the children, each child clings to a different parent. But because the right relationship has been severed, each child develops an unhealthy attachment to the parent they favor. Walt attempts to become the Lothario his father never was, and even tries to hate his mother for the pain she's caused Dad. Frank, who sides with Mom, can't try to imitate her - she's a woman. He can't even look like her - he's got Dad's bone structure, and it makes him miserable to hear it. So he starts seeking another kind of unity with her: sexual. It starts with masturbating to the torn-out photograph, but by the end, he's laying out her underwear on the bed... Both kids are like little wounded animals. It's heartbreaking.

Another great aspect - none of the breaks are clean. Frank still plays ping-pong with Dad, even though he doesn't want to. Walt eventually admits to missing Mom - she's his happy memory. Mom keeps Dad's books on the shelf, and calls Dad's father. Dad drags Mom down every chance he gets, but still aches for reconciliation.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

The Memoir is Dead, Long Live the... wait a second... Nope, it's still dead.

By now, everyone who's obsessed with book-gossip and memoirs and people who sell 3.5 million copies (that would be me, though I could live without the Oprah thing) has read about James Frey and The Smoking Gun...

The story keeps getting better, as Maud relates. And she includes this bit of commentary:

If you still haven’t read Thank You For Not Reading, do. There Ugresic charges that the rules of market-oriented literary culture — the crowd-pleasing parade of memoirs depicting an unfortunate and ultimately triumphant protagonist– are reminiscent of Soviet Realism, of art that takes history as a starting-point but twists it into sanguine propaganda designed to pacify the masses.

Well then, I should be fine. No "ultimately triumphant protagonist" in my stuff, no sir...

Patience...

Without peace, without a trust in providence, waiting can become a thing that lives inside and alongside you, a gnawing presence that works on you even when you ignore it.
It must be nice to be holy.

God the Father, Revisited

I have never understood my own need for mercy - as in Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner - as when I have been required to show mercy to my own children. Great heaping helpings of it.

Monday, January 09, 2006

From the vantage point of 32...

...you start to appreciate some of the hymn lyrics you glossed over in youth, like this one from Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee:

melt the clouds of sin and sadness
drive the dark of doubt away.

"The dark of doubt" is a great, great image.

More Squid...

Another reason I love the movie is that nobody gets a pass. [SPOILERS, SPOILERS, SPOILERS.]
Dad absented himself from the marriage during Walt's early childhood, while he was busy having a literary career. But he never cheated back then, even though he had opportunities. So when Mom cheats, he's consumed by regret for all the tail he never chased, and encourages Walt to become the Little Lothario he never got to be. He's completely blind to the good thing his son has got in Sophie, and also to the way he's subsumed his son's persona into his own. (This is delightfully spelled out by Walt's talk of literature. Lovely detail - calling The Metamorphosis "Kafka-esque" - that's the danger of parroting. Eventually, you just sound dumb. Of course, when he praises the book (even though he hasn't read it), Sophie, who likes him, actually goes out and reads the thing. Kind of like Audrey and Tom with Trilling in Metropolitan...) So Dad's a self-obsessed jerk, but after all, he's genuinely wounded...
Back to no one getting a pass. So Mom was basically deserted with the kids - a fun-lovin' gal from Columbus who hitched her wagon to a literary star, only to end up dragging her kid to museums in NYC while her husband did his thing. So she has an affair, and she's not particularly careful about it. She hardens herself to her husband, to the point where she can only laugh when he comes begging for reconciliation. She'd had affairs before, and once her husband slips out of reach, she goes back to her old sources of comfort. Along the way, she hardens herself, to some extent, to her children - telling her distraught son that he can't come over to her house because she needs time apart from him. Leaving the same son alone to wait for his father so she can take off to the country.
And these two aren't even the stars. The kids are the stars. More anon.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

More More

Via The Revealer, a piece in the Guardian in which the author works out his frustrations with two plays about Sir (that's Saint to you, bub) Thomas More.

A snippet from the author's argument with himself:

More: That's what makes him "a man for all seasons", a Renaissance man. He could do more than one thing.
Less: But neither play admits that. Neither mentions his career of browbeating, brutalising, and burning his opponents. The plays turn him into a tragic hero by suppressing the tragedies he created. They show you his family's grief; they don't show you the grief of the families of his victims.
More: No play can include everything.
Less: But these plays cut the most important part. They make us admire More by focusing on his virtues and removing his defects. That isn't tragedy; it's marketing. That isn't the real world. It's -
More: Utopian?
Less: Udopian.

"That isn't tragedy; it's marketing." Well, I can understand the opinion, but I would say that A Man for All Seasons is neither tragedy nor marketing. It's a meditation on what playwright Robert Bolt called "a hero of the self." He wasn't interested in More as religious figure, nor with More as tragic hero. He was interested in More as a man of integrity, who was willing to lose his head before he lost himself. If the result left out some of More's less savory aspects, I would argue that a play, even one about an historical figure, is not a biography. If people treat it as such, then they are at fault, not the play.

The Squid and the Whale...

...is a great movie. It's unblinking, and painful. But it's perfectly observed. I'm gonna blog about it lots. Our generation finally getting a chance to comment on divorcing boomers. So many telling details. A few off the top off my foggy head:

Dad is forever telling the kids that he wants them around because he loves them. Of course, the person he's trying to convince is himself. Mom does love her kids, but she still is who she is, and it shows when she's under stress.

Mom: "Why are you so upset? Don't most of your friends have parents who are divorced."

Walt: "Yeah. But I don't."

Mom: "Well, you do now."

So, so much. Plus Burger King cups! Lots more to come. Great movie.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

*Snort* *Chuckle*

Sometimes, even when you're being mocked, you've gotta take your hat off to the genius of the ones doing the mocking. This is about the finest use of the Flying Spaghetti Monster that I've come across.

Oops. Spoke too soon. This may be even better. But this just seems creepy.

Catholic Sex Blog - Papal Edition

Amy links to some rumblings - it seems Pope Benedict's first encyclical is going to attempt to save eros. Fascinating.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Jukebox

The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing in on the sky
Ninety-nine red balloons go by.
- Nina, "99 Red Balloons"

Yeah, it's the '80s. Sue me. Heard it tonight and was struck by that first image - a war machine, coming to life, and opening an eager eye. The sentient machine - it gets violence and domination, survival of the fittest, etc. It doesn't get sacrificial love.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Mother In Law Is In Town...

...and would like me to make note of the fact that Therese's great-grandpa George was born on December 30, 1905, one-hundred years to the day before my little girl.

For my part, I promise to stop yammering about my newborn any day now. Honest.

Anybody Else See The Island?

Rented it last night. Dayum, but that's a pro-life movie. Yes, the writing could be better (although you have to forgive a certain halting quality to the speech of clones, don't you?) Yes, the directing is a little flat in a bunch of places. Yes, the action gets over-the-top - though the most preposterous bit, when our heroes fall several hundred feet and wind up unscathed in a safety net, is covered quite nicely by the nearby construction worker's exclamation: "Jesus must love you!" Precisely. Their surviving the fall was a flat-out miracle. But overall, I thought, a solid piece of storytelling, and boasting some really dramatic images - when the security team goes in to recall the four generations of clones in various stages of development, slashing at their plastic-growth bags with knives, injecting them with poison, etc.

Nice touches:

The organs of the clones don't work properly - and are therefore not fit for harvesting - unless the clones are allowed to experience life. They can't simply be grown and stored on ice.

The inability of science to predict what exactly will happen when people start creating life in a lab and trying to control it absolutely. Things slip through, however much you control the imprinting.

I'll post more as I think of them.

UPDATE: I liked that both the people who ordered our heroes to be produced are facing death. Jordan even pauses a moment over the knowledge that her original will leave a child behind after she dies. But in general, our clones are pretty stony in the face of human suffering, and at a couple of points, the viewer is tempted to criticize them for their hard-heartedness. Shouldn't they want to lay themselves down so that others might not suffer and die? Isn't that the loving thing to do? But as they say, "Tenderness leads to the gas chamber."

Monday, January 02, 2006

Changes

Last Thursday, I attended Mass at Chicago's Holy Name Cathedral. It doesn't look quite like this today. At the time, I thought to myself, "This is a tremendous mishmash of eras, decor-wise. I wonder what it looked like originally. That ceiling is so unbelievably gorgeous." Now, thanks to Mitsui, I have some idea of what it used to be like.

Try Your Hand...

NFP=Never Fight Procreation?
NFP=Neglected Fertile Periods?
NFP=New Fetus Production?
NFP=Numerous Faithful Progeny?
NFP=Not For Pleasure?

Add your own in the comments!

Therese takes a bow...

...on the Internets. It's mucked up the formatting a bit, but if you click on my head at the top of the page, you can see a picture of my fourth, Elijah, holding my fifth, Therese.

I Won!

My limerick won! (Scroll down to number 3.)