What I Was Thinking When I Should Have Been Finding You All Music

Let the record state that I appreciate that Bottom is not, himself, in favor of the Church being A-OK with same sex marriage.  To characterize what Bottom as offering as an argument in favor of same sex marriage is to oversimplify what he has written.  But what Bottom's article does do, pretty undeniably, is present a sort of case for drawing back from direct engagement in the debate.  Not because Bottom thinks the Catholic position is wrong, but because he thinks—given the current cultural situation, and the way the debate has gone so far—that it is more advisable, strategically, to draw back, regroup.

The Consciousness of Duty Performed

... gives us music at midnight.

Less Than Superb

I went to see Superman a few weeks ago (with a friend—Batman III has been the only movie I watched in theaters alone, and I rather regretted that decision). It was with low expectations that I sat down, fifteen minutes late with five minutes of trailers to go. It might seem that those low expectations paid off, as they generally do; but even low expectations can be disappointed, in proof of which I submit as exhibit A my evening with Star Trek earlier this summer. (It was all downhill after the red forest with the white natives in the yellow thingamajiggers. But as usual with movie watching, the company was good.)

Because It's All About Making Fun of Rossini

I'm not sure even Looney Tunes did it better.

He That Falls

... into sin is a man; he that grieves at it is a saint ...

If I Could Pick My Voice

... I'd probably pick Eileen Farrell's.

God Comes

... at last ...

The Lord Be with Each and Every One of You

I know how to respond to "The Lord be with you."  The new Mass was rough on some of us, and I'll admit to still stumbling every now and then over the Gloria or Creed; but really it wasn't that difficult to learn.  A dozen newly translated responses for a basic low Mass.  Not like Vatican II or something radical.  Not like priest holes or something scary.

P.S.

You've probably all seen this already, but for the few of you who may not ...

For the Dog Days

I was hankering after some Sigismund Neukomm, whose two-voice Mass in C was the first polyphony my siblings and I cut our teeth on.  Unfortunately, the only version I could find on YouTube was painfully slow and over-vibratoed.  It must be the heat.

Hell is Full

... of good meanings and wishes ...