A friend and blog reader suggested the other day that I occasionally do more casual posts with quick thoughts off the top of my head. Since I don’t have much time to update today since I need to get the house ready for a debate-watching get-together tonight, I’ll take her up on her suggestion. Here are seven things I’ve been thinking about today:
In that post about wanting a call to prayer speaker, I should have said what I was really thinking. Allow me to dispense with the passive comments and just come out and say it:
WHERE IS MY WRISTWATCH THAT PLAYS CHRIST IS THE WORLD’S LIGHT?
I know how to make various electronic devices go beep at regular intervals if I want to be reminded when to pray. What really motivated that post was petty jealousy about all those fabulous prayer wristwatches for Muslims. I spent a good half afternoon convincing myself that this whole forgetting to pray thing is all because I don’t have a Liturgy of the Hours wristwatch. And while I’m now beginning to suspect that perhaps slightly less than 100% of the blame is because I’m prayer wristwatch-poor, I do wish some clever Christian developer would come up with that.
Quite a few readers tell me that they frequently get error messages when they try to access my blog. One commenter says his company has blocked it as porn. I cannot seem to diagnose the problem. It would not be a misuse of the word to say that I find this situation “exasperating.” Perhaps God, in his infinite wisdom, has decided that I need more opportunities to trust God with the blog where I write about trusting God.
I’d like to congratulate myself for hitting day 93 of resisting the urge to blog about the election. (Not that I think there’s anything wrong with that per se, I just decided early on to let the rest of the blogosphere handle it.) Maybe I’ll break out Photoshop and put together an “Uncharacteristic Display of Self-Restraint” award for myself.
Out of curiosity, what do you think about blogs that suddenly start talking about politics when that is not the normal subject matter of the blog? I find that I love it if I agree with them, and hate it if I don’t.
If you had asked me to put together a stack-ranked list of People I am Most Unlikely to Run into at Mass, somewhere around number five billion would be Peter Steele, lead singer of goth-doom metal band Type O Negative. I was shocked to hear that he’s considering converting to Catholicism. My friends and I used to be huge Type O fans in high school and college, always scornfully dismissing our conformist peers who felt like a song had to have a beat, a tune, or discernible lyrics to be considered music.
This blurb wouldn’t be complete without noting that I almost spit coffee onto my keyboard when I saw in Steele’s Wikipedia entry that he posed nude for Playgirl under the deeply misguided assumption that it’s a magazine for women. It was only later that he found out that the vast majority of the subscribers are dudes. His next album was entitled, probably not coincidentally, Life is Killing Me.
Anyway, kudos to him for the soul-searching he’s been doing lately. He’ll be in my prayers.
Since I’ve been making good progress on my library haul, I just ordered the following books from Amazon:
- Earthen Vessels: The Practice of Personal Prayer According to the Patristic Tradition
- 7 Secrets of the Eucharist
- Organizing Solutions for People With Attention Deficit Disorder
I’m SO excited. I’m just convinced that that last book is the only thing that stands between me and a house fit for a Martha Stewart Living spread.
A reader emailed me a while back with a nice note about the blog. She then emailed the next day to note that we’re in the same area and suggest that we perhaps meet for coffee sometime. I replied to both emails. A couple weeks later, she sent a kind email asking if she had freaked me out by suggesting that we meet in person and sincerely apologized if she’d crossed any kind of line since I wasn’t responding to her. Evidently she got none of my replies, the ugly spam filter issue rearing its ugly head again. I replied again to let her know that it was no problem at all and I had in fact replied to both emails. No response. I replied from a different account. Nothing. All of my emails are evidently going to her spam filter.
This is the sort of thing that keeps me up at night. She’d mentioned what parish she went to, and I tried to think if I knew anyone there who might know her and be able to deliver the message that I was happy to get her emails. Couldn’t come up with anything. After fretting about it probably a little too much, it occurred to me that maybe I needed to just let this issue go when I began to imagine looking up her address from the name on her email, then showing up at her front door, glassy-eyed from stress, saying, “I CAME TO YOUR HOUSE TO TELL YOU THAT I DON’T THINK YOU’RE A WEIRD INTERNET STALKER.”
Sometimes I wonder if I’m too neurotic to handle having an internet connection.
I’m trying to convince my husband that I’m using the kitchen and living room as a performance art space, the blue Play-Doh on the floor being an integral part of my artistic vision. As he tripped over toys to stumble into a kitchen of stacked dishes, I announced that today’s piece was titled “When Sloth Meets Exhaustion.”
Oh, and the Red Mass was beautiful. Those are my quick takes for today. Have a great evening, everyone!