Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Hill of Crosses


When I went to Lithuania two years ago, I visited a placed called The Hill of Crosses. During the uprising of 1831 when Lithuania was occupied by the Russians, some revolutionaries were praying in a chapel. The Russians surrounded the chapel, locked all the windows and doors. They then covered the chapel with dirt, killing everyone inside.

The people started bringing crosses to this hill as a memorial to those killed inside the chapel. During the Soviet occupation of Lithuania, the Soviets took all the wooden crosses and burned them. The metals ones they bulldozed into the ground. One night, a group of the faithful took a 30' foot cross and began a march towards the hill. The Soviets heard about the plan, and placed a stake out at the hill in order to catch and prosecute those in charge.
The next morning, as the sun rose over the Hill of Crosses, the silouette of a 30' cross was seen on the horizon.
John Paul II visited this hill, calling it a place of hope, peace and sacrifice. There are crosses from concentration camp victims, from pilgrims from all over the world, and of course, from the native Lithuanians. They are a proud people, and this place is a testament to their unflinching fidelity to the cross.
The St. Brigid's cross is my sister Deborah's. It was the only celtic cross that I saw there. The one below is from the St. Benedict Center.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Blu-oo-oo-ue, Blue Blue Blue - oo







Life is too short not to have a blue tongue every now and again.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Racism Revisited

I figure that I ought to expand my views on racism in America given the obscure references in my previous post.

When I was growing up, my parents taught me to appreciate the unique gifts in each person. Its really that simple. There are differences in people, and the differences that divide people is usually in ideas and principles. Regardless of ideas and principles, God loves each person individually and it is up to each person what they do with that love.

Notice that there is nothing about race in there.

Okay, so when I became an adult, and questions about race would come up, I found it amazing when people would talk about which races were acceptable to be friends with, which races were acceptable to date/marry, etc. Dividing people by race doesn't make any sense to me, especially because we knew many families who had adopted children from all over the world, and the color of someone's skin said almost nothing about their character or personality. I also thought that most people, except those rare racist types, thought like I did.

Jeremiah Wright has made a business out of being black. He has found a way to rally people around him based on the fact that they all share an ancestry from the same continent. That makes no sense to me. Maybe if they shared a same culture, like Tutsi or Kenyan... but no. He really has gathered a whole Church together based on the idea that they claim an allegiance to a large mass of land with as many diverse cultures as a mosaic has colors. And he's found that the easiest way to unite a people is by giving them a common enemy - not because they share a culture. No, they are united in the idea that a common enemy has oppressed them and is a wicked and cruel murderous tyrant. And again, for JW, its a business from which he has profited handsomely.

For him to play the victim is typical, of course. He's used to manipulating people, so why not? Why not bank of hundreds of years of real cruelty and oppression and convince people who are just as privileged as he is that they have suffered from this same cruelty? When one thinks of the real abuse, the inhumanity that occurred during slavery and compare it to what Jeremiah Wright has "suffered", it is a mockery to those who really did suffer. When one thinks of the truly lost opportunities by those who were turned away from jobs, housing and marketplaces and compare it to a Princeton graduate who writes that blacks will never have access to the highest places in American society, it is pure mockery of those truly brave ones like Rosa Park.

Sure, there is still racism in America and in every corner of the world. Human nature has not changed. However, until we stop using racism as an excuse to perpetuate our own victimhood, we will never learn to move beyond it, and we'll never be a nation united.

I say God bless America, and so should every American regardless of race.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Logic of Jeremiah Wright


Here goes:


JW says racist things, which proves that racism still exists in America. If you criticize him for his racists remarks, then you are persecuting him because he's just trying to show you that racism exists, and your persecution of him proves that racism exists. So, even though people are trying to villianize him, really he's just a racist victim of racism.


Racism is bad bad bad. He knows that better than anyone because he is a racist.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!


To William Shakespeare, and Aimee Cowan!!!

Take this Shakespeare quiz to see how much you actually know.

Then go and visit Aimee on her blog!!

Some fun facts about me and Aimee:

  • While roommates in college we rearranged our room every Monday afternoon while the freshman below us tried to take a nap.
  • We travelled to Spain, Ireland and Venice together after our Rome semester.
  • While roommates we each had the bed that we didn't want for fear of hurting the others feelings!!
  • We agreed to go to graduate school together, but never applied to the same schools!
  • She went to every station Mass in Rome... while I always set my alarm to go, but rarely made it.

I'll add more as I think about them throughout the day!

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Heard from the hallways...


"So, I found out where the library is. I walked by a building and I saw M- and G- (two fellow students) in there and I said to myself, 'that must be the library."

Monday, April 21, 2008

Interesting ...

Pope & the Confederacy
"Under the reign of Pope Pius IX, an interesting link developed between the Vatican and Jefferson Davis, President of the Confederate States of America...


"Remarkably, the Pope himself offered the most solace afforded to the former Confederate President by two simple gifts while he was in prison. A personally hand-woven Crown of Thorns symbolized Davis’s suffering at the hands of his enemies. And Davis likely found additional comfort in a portrait of the Pope, autographed by the pontiff with the words from Sacred Writ, 'If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me.' "
****I heard about this from one of the commentators during the Holy Father's visit... but the above is from Here.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Kids Aren't That Stupid


So, yesterday was the PERFECT Spring Day. The sun was shining, it was the perfect temperature outside, and the wind was blowing lightly as if to caress the newly sprouted grass and brightly colored crocuses. I cut a few of my classes short and brought the kids outside to walk in the spring puddles and enjoy the blue sky.

In the afternoon, I met some of the students in the quaint New England college town of New London. Its a cute town with lots of little shops, and one of the best ice cream stands around. Let's put it this way, they serve ice cream AND espresso. What could be better than that? So, when my students finished selling advertisements for the yearbook, I met up with them and took them out for ice cream. So far, so good.

We called one of the parents and arranged to meet at the dock so they could pick up their kids. On the way, the Dad called me and said that he'd be running late.

We don't mind. Its a sunny day. We'll walk on the dock.

Idiot.

"Elijah, I'll give you five dollars if you jump in."

"Yeah right, the water is freezing."

... minutes later...

"what will you give me to jump in?"

Me: You are not jumping in. You cannot ride in my car if you're wet. The water is freezing. There is still ice on the lake.

Does it matter? no.

*splash*

The worst part of this whole situation, is that the kid had reasons:

1. Impress the girls at school
2. Make my stock go up among the boys
3. Have something to talk about at school

It sounds so logical, but is so idiotic.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

From the Holy Father

"Love your priests!"

The Golden Rose

Did anyone notice that our Holy Father seemed a bit surprised at the gift from the Archdiocese of Washington? It was a check for $890,000 to be used towards his charities. He seemed to start and I am conflicted as to whether it was the amount of the gift, or the fact that it was money itself.

Our Holy Father's gift is beautiful - a Golden Rose in honor of Our Mother. Next time I'm in D.C., I'm visiting that rose.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Pax tecum

"We accept the challenge to reject the tyranny of relativism." President George Bush

Holy Father's Visit

A Good Resource for the Holy Father's Visit

Buon Compleano at te - PPBXVI


I hope I look this great at 81!

Monday, April 14, 2008

The Force


I received the ultimate compliment yesterday. I was invited to celebrate Xavier's 4th birthday with him. He told his parents that he wanted Luke Skywalker, Yoda and Jessica to come! While he ate his birthday cake, he assured me that at least Luke would still come, but maybe not Yoda. Yoda lives in a galaxy far far away.


Saturday, April 12, 2008

Follow up

So, after my little "run in" with the mud, my car shook like a shivering puppy out in the rain anytime I went over 55mph. Luckily, I have free tire rotation at BJ's and I figured that it needed to be aligned after "the incident".

I took it into BJ's, and the mud was caked so hard into the tire that they had to use the balancing machine to scrape the mud off of it. The whole rotation process was supposed to take 3o minutes, but just scraping the dirt out of the wheel took 30 minutes.

They don't do alignments and my tire rotation was free!!!!!!!

I am the luckiest girl alive :)

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Off Roadin'


Sort of...



My wheel was completely submerged... and so was my exhaust.
Doesn't it look like chocolate swamp in Candy Land?
Deb arrived on the scene and stayed for moral support.
Ahhh... mud season in New Hampshire.

Politically Incorrect Saint


BLESSED ANTHONY NEYROT

Anthony was born in northern Italy in the fifteenth century. He joined the Dominican order in Florence, Italy. The prior at that time was another saint, Antoninus. This saint was to have a great influence on Blessed Anthony. Brother Anthony was sailing from Naples to Sicily when pirates captured the ship. Anthony was taken to Tunis and sold as a slave. He was able to win his freedom, but fell away from the Church. He denied his faith in Jesus and abandoned his religious vocation. He accepted the Koran, the sacred book of the Muslims. For several months, he practiced the Muslim religion. He also married. In the meantime, his former Dominican prior, the saintly Antoninus, died. This led Anthony to have a shocking experience. It seems that one night, Anthony had something like a dream. St. Antoninus appeared to him. The conversation between the two men was to lead to a radical change in Anthony. He became truly sorry for having betrayed the Lord. He knew that in his heart he could never give up his faith in Jesus. He knew that he could only be a Catholic. And he realized that he still wanted very much to be a Dominican brother. Blessed Anthony sent his wife back to her family. He then put on his white Dominican habit. In spite of his fear, he went to see the ruler of Tunis. A large crowd gathered and the ruler came out to the courtyard. Brother Anthony publicly admitted he had made a terrible mistake. He was a Catholic. He believed in and loved Jesus. He was a Dominican and wanted to be so for all his life. The ruler was angry. He threatened and then made promises of rewards if only Anthony would take back what he was saying. But Anthony would not. He knew this meant his death. Anthony knelt and began to pray for the courage to give his life for Jesus. Suddenly he felt the large stones pounding him. He just kept praying for the strength to remain true to the Lord. Then he lost consciousness.
Anthony died a martyr in 1460. Some merchants from Genoa, Italy, took his remains back to his own country.

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Emily Dickenson

IN A LIBRARY

A precious, mouldering pleasure
't isTo meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think,
His venerable hand to take,
And warming in our own,
A passage back, or two, to make
To times when he was young.
His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what concerns our mutual mind,
The literature of old;
What interested scholars most,
What competitions ran
When Plato was a certainty.
And Sophocles a man;
When Sappho was a living girl,
And Beatrice wore
The gown that Dante deified.
Facts, centuries before,
He traverses familiar,
As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true;
He lived where dreams were sown.
His presence is enchantment,
You beg him not to go;
Old volumes shake their vellum heads
And tantalize, just so.

Wednesday Hero - Michael Williams


Petty Officer 2nd Class Michael T. Williams
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Petty Officer 2nd Class Michael T. Williams, a kennel master with Task Force Military Police, 1st Battalion, 10th Marines, and his dog "Kitt", search for ordnance and firearms during a route reconnaissance operation through the western Anbar province of Iraq April 1. The dog handlers conduct operations in support of 2nd Light Armored Reconnaissance Battalion to bring peace and stability to Iraq and its people.


These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives so that others may enjoy the freedoms we get to enjoy everyday. For that, I am proud to call them Hero.
We Should Not Only Mourn These Men And Women Who Died, We Should Also Thank God That Such People Lived

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Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Farewell to Snow



We took advantage of one of the last Saturday nights of winter to enjoy the slopes at Pats Peak.
Here we are, chillin' out on the ski lift waiting to get to the top.


Nathaniel & Ana looked awesome in their sunglasses, until Nathaniel dropped his under the ski lift!!




He didn't really need them. He's a great skier anyway. You should have seen him going over the rolly pollies, until his skis were over his head, and eventually detached from his feet!!




Tim was a great skier who love the "wall" - he even went down a few blue square trails, and really kicked up the snow!!





Rose loved the glades, and did a great job navigating the trees!! Who wouldn't be a great skier with that scarf on??

Ana - coming in a for a crash landing... as was her usual.






The sign reads "Please use caution: Experts only". It was really too crowded for us on this trip, so we left this run for another day.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Sunday Bookstore

So, I went into a bookstore today to look around at, well, books. I won't say which bookstore. Its not THAT important. I was in particular need of a copy of the Inferno, but I wanted Mendelbaum's translation. So, I headed for the Literature and Fiction section. Sometimes, the larger chain store will split these two sections apart, and put more classical books into Literature, but I don't really think it matters since great works are always relevant. I couldn't find one anyway.

So, I started searching for the elusive "Classics" section which they sometimes put near Philosophy. Still nothing - it didn't exist. There was a strange temporary and very ill-displayed bunch of cheap versions of some of the classics, but I still couldn't find the Divine Comedy. With a sigh, I decided to find the Literary Criticism section to see if I could find anything about the Divine Comedy. There was no Literary Criticism section, it was simply called Literary.

Literary what?

In honor of Yeats, I leave you with:

A Coat
I MADE my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world’s eyes
As though they’d wrought it.
Song, let them take it
For there’s more enterprise
In walking naked.

Saturday, April 05, 2008

The Redress of Poetry

"The world" is shocked by the reports that a group of third graders plotted to stab their teacher and clean up after the bloody mess. The media reported it, and people repeat the story, each with their own, or someone else's opinion about how this could happen. The favorite culprit, of course, if video games, the internet or television. I'm not one to say that any of these people are not correct. However, there has been a shift, some sort of a change in the way that media (by this term I mean any sort of communicative device, like a painting, a movie, etc.) influences and educates a human person.

A few years ago, I picked up a book written in 1978 that was a commentary on the way that television reflects society. The purpose of the book, however, was to propose that television is actually a way to reflect that way that society ought to be. Indeed, its authors are not newcomers to this idea. Literature itself has always proposed scenarios about how love stories "ought" to end. Romeo and Juliette, for example, is a story about families allowing their own hatred and ambition ignore the upbringing of their children. Their children, in turn, have nor moral compass to guide them through what they impetuously perceive as love. This scenario, is compounded by a foolish priest who suggests to them that they heal their families through a secret marriage. We all know the end of the story, but the real conclusion is the life lessons that can be learned through this tragedy. Don't ignore your children, don't trust the judgment of a 16 year old, and don't trust men who compare you to the moon. Shakespeare's success relies upon the fact that this scenario is timeless, and his stories are relevant to every age and culture.

Rather than using television then, to represent either what is, or what was, producers went another direction and proposed what they think ought to be without any moral compass, like Romeo and Juliette. But rather than what "ought to be" in a world where high ideals exist and the nobility of the human spirit reigns supreme, the media decided to represent "what's cool". What's cool, as William Faulkner explains is "not of the heart, but of the glands."

Others disagreed with this turn. Vice President Quayle chided Murphy Brown for glorifying single motherhood. People called him "behind the times" and others lauded Candace Bergman for representing what women "can attain" meaning a beautiful harmony involving a successful careers and joyful motherhood. While pundits plauded the show and the message it portrayed, the storyline itself is not sustainable. I cannot think of any popular sitcom at the moment that portrays a single working mom where there is no man in the picture. Not only does it not work in reality, it can't even work in the fictional world of television. Without realizing it, this experiment to show people what "ought to be" in this utopian world of high definition television is failing. It can't continue its own storyline.

However, that doesn't mean that the storyline is not being continued off the screen in the lives of hundreds of fans around the world. There is some collateral damage to this sort of experiment. A mother of an 8 year old girl told me that her daughter has started saying that she's "fat". The mother doesn't know where she gets it from because she watches very little television. The mother's instinct is key here - because this mom knows what messages her daughter will get if she does watch television. What the mom doesn't realize, is that she gets it from her friends at school who do watch television. She also gets it from the clothes stores that make clothes smaller and smaller for growing girls.

Seamus Heaney is an Irish poet from Derry, in northern Ireland. He grew up in a world of violence where the pronunciation of your name, Seamus or James, dictated whether or not you would get housing, food stamps, a job at the local factory or harrassed at the local checkpoint on main street. He left the north of Ireland amidst much criticism for abandoning his country. There was a lot of pressure for him to use his talent and his art to tell the story of what was happening. Yet, he went to the south of Ireland and purchased a small cottage where he could reflect on what ought to be, not what was. In his nobel prize acceptance speech, he quotes Wallace Stevens who says that "the nobility of poetry is a violence from within that protects us from a violence without." In other words, the struggles of life which can be fought through wars and violence, can be wrestled within the imagination, mitigating the violence that can occur in the world.

There are a large number of writers in recent years who have emerged from the violence of their own childhoods. Toni Morrison writes about slavery. Czeslaw Milosz survived in Warsaw during World War II and defected from the Soviet Union years later. These writers, if true to their craft, will use their writing to point to a world that ought to be. This world will include virtues such as perseverence, modesty, fortitude, bravery, kychekw`love, sacrifice and honor among others. For the poet to write about these "old verities" as William Faulkner explains in should be one of the "props, pillars to help [man] endure and prevail."

Television and other forms of media, like poetry, needs to come to terms with its responsibility in the world and its effects on those who view it. The Holy Father recently enjoined the media to consider developing a kind of info-ethics, akin to bio-ethics for the scientific community. Until all forms of media are willing to accept that words, images, pictures, and music actually mean something, third grade teacher ought to start packing heat.

Friday, April 04, 2008

This is What I Did to celebrate Easter

Othello had a great time visiting with the nephews in Delaware, until he went "wets" on me and one of the kids. Nicholas discovered a long lost friend in him and was sorely disappointed when Othello had to go home. It was quite sad.





We went to the park in Old New Castle (an oxymoron if ever there is one). And enjoyed the playground, the beach, the porta-potties and the basketball court.

We looked for treasure washed up along the shore, but we only found a few Spanish dubloons, and some trinkets from the Titanic. Nothing big.



Dominic and Isaiah went in search of clams... and some of those elusive buggers really had to be coaxed onto shore.










Isaiah proudly shows off his catch, while Alex shows fraternal joy in support of his brother.



















Kiernan has been dancing since he was in the womb, I'm told, and this shot proves that he only needed to find an appropriate dancing partner - one that could keep up with his smooth moves. Only the tide fits this bill.
Just hanging out with the nephews in the playground!

Our final trick of the day!!!