Tuesday, September 23, 2003

I'm a thoroughly committed carnivore. (I figure that God and some form of evolution worked very hard to make me an omnivore, and it would be like a Second Fall to challenge it.) But this website, Responsible Shopping, has some good links to non-sweatshop/slave labor kinds of producers.

Monday, September 22, 2003

I am especially mad at Dexter Shoe, which moved most of its production out of the Great State of Maine, and into the "People's Republic" of China, even though they keep a horse-hockey story about themselves printed on the shoe box, meant to make you think that everything is still done in Maine. They made great shoes, that lasted forever, for a reasonable price. But I'd have paid a 20% or 30% premium to keep them doing things the old way. I drove 40 miles out of my way this morning to shop there, and was pretty upset that I found only two pairs of non-China sandals (both Italian) and neither fit at all right, and I realized that I didn't want to reward them with my custom in any case.

AAARGH.
With that in mind, I'd like to see more Christians challenging the naked consumerism that says "anything that saves me a buck is alright" even if that savings comes at the expense of an enslaved Christian (or even Buddhist, atheist, pagan, or whatever) in another country. I'd like more people not to buy stuff made in the Lao Gai, and telling the stores that they aren't shopping there today, because of it. And I'd like to be able to buy a FREAKIN PAIR OF SANDALS MADE IN A FREAKIN DEMOCRACY that actually FITS MY FREAKIN FEET.
On the other hand, try speaking to a conservative Christian about the environment being something besides a commodity, and see how far it gets you. Everyone, it seems, is full of shit these days.
If you ever wanted proof that the anti-globalization protestors are full of shit, try shopping for shoes at the stores they shop at. Try buying a pair of sandals or mocs at EMS or REI that are not made in China. I have, and it's not fun.
I don't appear to ahve been clear, because of the lighthearted way in which I presented things. But I am troubled because for the first time in my life I heard a priest actually preach a heresy. Not a hem-and-haw, not something that could be construed as aheretical, not something that just annoyed me. Heresy, pure and simple. And, I might add, the sort of insidious heresy that offers false hope and empty comfort, in the name of making people feel better, rather than helping them GET better. I am at a loss as to how to act.

Sunday, September 21, 2003

One runs a certain amount of risk, attending the student Mass, such as being subjected to (in succession) "On Eagle's Wings" and "Make me a Channel of Your Peace." One ought to be free at elast of the fear of explicit heresy being taught, and I am really uncertain how to proceed. If Fr. Jim happens by, I'd love his advice on how to approach the priest about his unequivocally heretical homily.

Friday, September 19, 2003

I really need to spend more time at Jeff Miller's blog

Cause it's just so darned chock full of funnies, both his own and others'.

The Curt Jester: "The Bil Gates of Hell will not prevail against the Church
From a blog called Father McKenzie is a post called YOU KNOW YOU'VE BEEN ATTENDING A PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH TOO LONG WHEN...
[Link via Zorak]
This line killed me:
6. Every Microsoft Word document you print has the text aligned to the left-hand margin, just so it isn't justified by Works."
Aar, me maties. This be "Talk Like a Pirate Day," which in me own house be more like "Talk like Mr. Krab Day."

Thursday, September 18, 2003

Wednesday, September 17, 2003

JohnDistinction fades between 'legal' and 'illegal' immigrant

I'm in favor of vigorous immigration laws, and of enforcing them. I'm opposed to many of the kinds of steps others advocate, like putting water stations in the desert, because I think people know the risks when they break the law.

But just once, I would like to hear one of these guys who writes op-eds saying "illegals are illegal" acknowledge that illegal immigrants are also people and, in large numbers, ridiculously exploited and frequently cheated. I'd also like to hear an acknowledgement that our economy creates perverse incentives to illegal immigration, and I'd like to know how many Op-Ed writers have ever bothered to find out if the person cleaning out the wastebins in the offices of Right-wing pundits is here legally, and if not, what they have done about it by reporting the cleaning contractors, who derive notorious and immoral profit from the exploitation of illegal immigrants. It always and everywhere seems to be "government policy" that is to blame, not the actions of me, sitting at my desk, hiring the cheapest cleaning company, or the housing contractor with the lowest overhead, or patronizing the fancy restaurant with all the Spanish-speaking bus staff. Nope, it must be government's fault.

Tuesday, September 16, 2003

In my post below, I spoke a little imprecisely at one point. I said "The difference between me and the Right of the Church is" in a way that implies that all Catholics who think "the Church always has (moral) things absolutely correct at every given moment" are necessarily "the Right." There are many people who think that without otherwise being the sort of Catholic I was dismissively referring to as "the Right," but since I don't have time to rewrite the sentence in a way that preserves my meaning while avoiding the imprecision, I append this lengthier (but quicker) clarification.
I'm not sure quite why it is, but there must be certain currents in St. Blog's, invisible to the eye, that nevertheless affect who is writing what at any given moment. For a few days, I have been pondering on the attitude of many American Catholics towards the Church, and the Infallibility different groups attribute to different aspects of it, and the problems such views can cause. Then, last night and this morning, I discover that Tom and Mark have been commenting on this very thing.

One obvious problem with what Tom terms "Papocentrism" (a disease of both Right and Left , Conservative-Traditionalist and Post-Conciliar-Unitarian alike, though the latter would deny it hotly, and the former would simply have me burned at the stake) is that it offers one little solace when confronting popes like this, or this. The disease is particularly pronounced on the Right these days, as the current Pope is a man of obvious holiness, who also happens to loathe communism as much as the Right does. (That he isn't a huge fan of unbridled capitalism often gets overlooked.)

But it's not simply Papocentrism that is at fault. It is the modern cult of the celebrity and of personality. Alongside John Paul II, in the past couple of years, stands Bernard Law and 5 or 10 other bishops. For the Left, these men are the latest proof that Romish worship of false gods is leading us all straight to Hell. The Right, by canonizing the Pope even while he still walks the earth, plays right into this. Both sides miss the point.

Popes and bishops come and go. Some are good, some even exceptionally so. Others are bad, and the spectacularly bad get featured in Op-Eds and cartoons by the Gary Willses and Jack Chicks of the world. Eventually, the temporal good that one pope does gets washed away, along with the temporal evil done by another. But the Church has endured for 2,000 years precisely because, in the end, the personality of one man, or of dozens, or even of hundreds is of no account whatsoever.

The difference between me and the Right of the Church is, I don't think the Church always has (moral) things absolutely correct at every given moment--too much has in fact changed over the course of history for that to be true. The difference between me and the Left is, I do think the Church always does get (moral) things absolutely right eventually.**

But the important point is simply that no one person or group of people, save only Christ Himself, is empowered to be the Church, however big or dominant or holy his pesonality. Sooner or later he will die, and be replaced, and one or more of those replacements will be dissolute vermin, and others will be holier still. But the tedency to raise up a holy man as infallible in ALL things, while tearing down a sinner as fallible in every way, ultimately harms the Church far more than the sins of one pope. For it places the focus squarely on our fallenness, and removes it from the goal of our eventual elevation.



**A few quick words about this, though not a complete answer. First, this may sound radical to some, but since I also believe that we are bound to follow the Church's teachings to the maximum extent possible, I can admit that some moral matters might be resolved differently some years hence, while still acknowledging the obligation of people to behave in the prescribed manner today. So, the practice is more sound than the theory may be, to your way of thinking. Second, remember what St. Paul wrote about St. Peter, on the subject of the "circumcisers": "I opposed him to his face, for he was manifestly wrong." It is difficult to be certain, but it appears that Peter and the other Elders at Jerusalem around 50 had settled the question in favor of the circumcisers, though by the end of the Council, Paul had persuaded them otherwise. Peter was at various times on both sides of the issue, and even lapsed into erroneous practice (as distinct from doctrine) after the doctrine was settled. (It is interesting, too, that many Catholics and other Christians tend to treat Paul as if he were the first Pope, rather than Peter. The cult of celebrity and personality is hardly a modern invention....)

Sunday, September 14, 2003

Please don't misunderstand me: I'm not about to complain, in what I say next. But, for all the supposed joys of parenting (and many, many of them are very real), attending Mass with a 6 year old and a newborn is a lot of hard work, with very little opportunity to participate prayerfully in what is going on. Some days (as today) it is nice to send the wife and the Lad off to Mass by themselves, and stay home with the Lass, and then join the students for their night-time liturgy. The challenges of simply attending, let alone participating, with kids, is enough to drive many people away for the childrearing years, and many don't return. Far better that occasionally we split up, and make sure that everyone participates individually, instead of messing around together.
Somedays, the readings seem to speak to you, personally. Today's Book of Numbers reading spoke to me exactly where I am today, feeling tired and snakebit.

Saturday, September 13, 2003

Alicia posted a link to this, but I decided to cut out the middle man, and reproduce the recipe right here.

Maury Rubin's Grilled Chocolate Sandwich
8 ounces dark (bittersweet) chocolate
1/2 cup heavy cream
12 to 16 slices of plain white bread
Handful of chocolate batons ( 1/2 inch long) or chocolate chips (about 1/3 cup)
3 to 4 tablespoons soft butter.
1. Chop the chocolate fine and set aside in a medium bowl.
2. Heat the cream in a small saucepan until just boiling and pour over the chopped chocolate. Let stand 1 minute, then whisk until smooth. Refrigerate until just slightly solid, about 30 minutes.
3. Spread a layer of the chocolate mixture 1/4-inch thick (approximately 2 to 3 tablespoons) on half the bread sides to within about 1/4 inch of the edges. Press about 2 teaspoons of the chocolate chips (or 5 or 6 pieces of batons) into the center of each filling.
4. Spread a bit of softened butter over one side of the remaining slices. Buttered side up, place the slice over each chocolate-spread slice and press lightly around the edges to seal. Refrigerate for at least 15 minutes before putting on a grill or on a press. (If you are using a skillet instead, freeze the sandwich 15 minutes.)
5. Heat a grill or sandwich press (or a large griddle or skillet over medium-high heat), and add the sandwiches. Press on one side only for a minute or two (depending on the particular grill or press you're using) until the bread is nicely browned; the chocolate should be barely melted and not swimming out the side. If you ar"
Blegging

If anyone wanted to buy me a present, the Panasonic DMR-E80HS DVD RECORDER + 80GB HD would be just the thing.
The Lass and the Lad can now be viewed at this location.

Friday, September 12, 2003

How the Kairos Guy formulates a blog entry

I wish the hippies would all shut the f*** up and DIE.

Now, now, Brian. That’s not very charitable.
Sorry. [ahem] I wish the hippies would all shut up and expire.

Nice try, but you’ll have to do better.

I would be happy if the hippies would pipe down, and leave the rest of us alone.

Well, better, but, keep thinking: what is making this unworthy of a Christian, and your blog.

Ah, got it! [ahem] I wish that people for whom Vietnam forms a touchstone of tremendous consequence could move beyond that. Whatever one thinks of war in general, it is nevertheless important to view each war or prospective war individually. That one war was unjust, or fought unwisely, or both, does not thereby impugn…etc., etc.

That's my boy. Let's try to start further down the process next time, eh?

Thursday, September 11, 2003

I wish it were easier to resist thinking "He/she got what he/she deserved" when some public figure I dislike dies. I wish the little prayer would come first, not the little nod, as though I know for sure that justice will now be served. Such feelings do me no credit at all. None whatsoever.
Thoughts I posted last year, that still seem right to me

Is there a connection between the death of good rhetoric and the emphasizing of emotion in the public sphere? Where is the inspiring oratory? The memorable phrase? "Let's roll" is powerful not for what it says, but the context in which it was spoken. Last night the President's really good line about failed ideologies and lies was replayed, and I thought, "what a good explanation that was," but this morning I still can't recite the line, even approximately.

Perhaps the dearth of Ciceros and Platos, Shuberts and Beethovens is a function of a complacent society, rather than emoting-as-national-pastime, but it is frustrating.

* * *

Please don't wallow today. Go serve meals at a soup kitchen, or make a donation to a charity that provides treatment for the mentally ill. Clean out your closet and give the leftovers to St. Vincent de Paul. Victory over the darkness will not come on the battlefield (however necessary the battle) but in our hearts. "If today you hear the voice of the Lord, harden not your heart" says the Psalmist. Today, please don't wait to hear the voice of the Lord;go be it.

* * *

I suspect this song was sung at many memorial services last fall. It is not a hymn, but it is a fitting way to remember those who gave their lives.

The Parting Glass

Of all the money that e'er I spent
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that ever I did
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

Oh, all the comrades that e'er I had
They're sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They'd wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be with you all

Wednesday, September 10, 2003

For many months, I managed to pray a "perpetual" novena against terrorism, without break. But ever since a week or so before the baby was born, I haven't remembered to do it with any consistency. I am undecided if this is a good thing or not. On the one hand, I ought to pray it all the more, with yet another helpless child in my family, another crusader child to be loathed and murdered if possible. On the other, possibly my not praying it means my focus is returning to the sphere of life where I can do the most positive good in the world, my family. I'm not certain, but I think my indecision stems from an understanding that both things are true: I need to focus more on my family, and less on abstract fears like "terrorism" and even "al Qaeda"; but I nevertheless ought to pray for peace and safety, and let God work out the details.
Today, Sept. 10, marks two years since the broadcast of my appearance as a contestant on "Jeopardy!" It's really not at all hard to remember when I was on.

Tuesday, September 09, 2003

Can someone explain to me why so many Christians, and Catholics in particular, are so embarrassed by other Christians who speak clearly and passionately about Christ? I have seen Catholics rise up in anger at some "ignorant creationist" speaking derisively about Darwin, but the same people shrink in horror at the mention of Eternal Truth, which Christians are allegedly possessed of, and whose absence may result in the eternal damnation of the person addressed. It is a strange paradox.

Monday, September 08, 2003

A good commercial

On the other hand, a GOOD commercial would go something like this...

A man, his wife and baby are in a doctor's office waiting room. The nurse comes out, and invites the woman and her baby in, but the man stays behind. He reaches into his backpack, and pulls out some Oreos, and starts to eat them. But he starts to chew a little more deliberately, and then cautiously looks around the room, only to realize that he is surrounded by mothers, waiting their turns and nursing their babies.

"Got milk?" the announcer asks.
Yesterday I learned at the Parish Mass (not the campus one) that Jesus' GREATEST miracle was eating with poor people, and allowing a woman to touch him "without going 'HARRUMPH!!!'" It would seem that the Gospel reading means we are getting it all wrong when we go around talking about miracles, and that Jesus performed them principally to mislead us.

Possibly what Father MEANT to say was that placing all the emphasis on Big Miracles (and little ones, such as the condensation version of the Blessed Mother that is alleged to have appeared at Milton Hospital a few months ago) might cause us to note those things too much, and the "when I was naked, hungry, etc., you cared for me," aspect of the gospel. To THAT I would certainly take no exception.

As it is, however, Father appears to have reopened the "Faith vs. Works" battle we only settled with the Lutherans a few years ago, and he appears to have come down entirely on the side of the Lutheran caricature of the Catholic position. I never thought I would hear a Catholic priest call anything other than the Resurrection and the Eucharist the "greatest" miracles.

Friday, September 05, 2003

Possibly only those of you who live in the northeast will have noticed, but "Freindly's" has been running a lot of new TV ads, and it is striking that Friendly's doesn't seem to think that any black people eat at their restaurants.
One of the things that disturbs me most about college students is their concern with "perception." How I, as recipient, perceive what you, as speaker, are saying is (to the college student's mind) of equal or even greater weight than what you are saying or attempting to say. (Astute readers will recognize the ugliness of deconstructionism here.) It doesn't seem to occur to them to ask first if what I am saying is "true" or "false." It is perhaps the most selfish thing about them, and the thing I will battle most often. It allows students complete freedom from obligation, for if MY perception has the same or greater weight than YOUR speech, then I need not reign in my animal passions and emotions (and hence, may commit the sin of gluttony, a crime against temperance). But the logical conclusion of such thinking is anarchy and chaos, and they don't see it when you try to point it out.
My OTHER problem right now has to do with the typical student preferring to complain instead of dispute. I said something the other night at the all student meeting for my dorm that gave offense to some students, not because it was in any way offensive, but because the students in question don't know that the word "cardinal" in conjunction with "virtues" has nothing whatsoever to do with those men in the bright red, silk pyjamas, and that 5,000ish years ago marks the beginning of recorded civilization, and the Hamurabic code, not simply the birth of Judaism. But only one student, and bless him for it since he is on my dorm's staff, bothered to come speak to me about the concern. The others merely took offense that I was proselytizing, and will no doubt complain about religious harassment at some point. The Dean's office will (if history is any guide) issue me a stern warning without bothering to take interest in the fact that the complaint-lodgers have no legs to stand on, and rest only on lazy asses. But if that happens, I think I can probably get some good coverage in the student newspapers.

Wednesday, September 03, 2003

On the other hand, I'm extremely annoyed at the way in which the residential program is (or really, is not) administered here. I have only now learned that there will be weeks in which I have official, structured obligations as many as 5 nights. Last year, 1 was the norm, and any more than that was extremely rare. I come from a way of thinking that says you communicate with people at the outset, not 1 month into things, about their time commitments. So, today, I am not enthused at all about the job, and really want to go let one of the people in charge know about it. Loudly.

Monday, September 01, 2003

I just heard this expression, and I like it: "Cancel my subscription--I don't need your issues."
I cannot say that the last two days of issuing keys to returning students has improved my opinion of adolescents any, nor of their parents. I *can* say that I need to start a Parish parents' group, to discuss how we might persuade our children that recreational equipment comes from a store, not from your body.

Also, I have to say that, in spite of the "Gather" hymnal, full of Haugen and Haas and Schutte, and all things hideous in modern liturgical music, the Freshman welcome Mass last night (at 10pm, for all love) was less bad than I had feared. Yes, I was instructed to greet my neighbors at the time I should be reflecting (but the congregation was quiet and respectful, not chatty and boisterous as it had been in my day). Yes, I was instructed to hold hands during the singing of the Lord's Prayer (but non-Catholics were invited to join the Communion line with their arms crossed to receive a blessing, not the Eucharist). And even though the hymns mostly suck, the student choir/musical group had not a single guitar to its name, and the arrangements and inclusion of a flute and trumpet were nicely done, and actually improved some of the musical dreck.

I'm still skeptical, however, that the Chaplain is going to follow the new GIRM, and abolish some of the do-it-yourselfiness of the campus liturgy. I hope, genuinely hope, I am shown to have been unduly skeptical, but hope and optimism are not quite synonymous.
Peter Nixon blogged the other day at Sursum Corda "Church Without Borders, a a joint project of the Diocese and the Maryknoll Missionaries." This reminds me of one of the saddest things I have found on campus since returning. The poison of "diversity" has so consumed the campus, that the University Christian Fellowship now must compete with the Asian Christian Fellowship and the African one.

Of course I'm aware that our Romish faith has a history in this country of parishes segregated as well, but in recent years such segregation has largely been of language, not "race." (Though, of course, some language segregations also amount to the latter.)

But it was only 15 years ago when I first arrived here, and at that time, there was only one University Christian Fellowship, and if Catholics were informally excluded, we were excluded based on our perceived Satan-worship, not the color of our skins. Divisions in the Body of Christ based on meaningless things like race make me shake my head in sadness, and my fist in anger.

Saturday, August 30, 2003

Between the picture of my beautiful little girl and the birth announcement are some actual Kairos blog entries. They're kind of buried, so you may have missed them. I'll try to get back to more regular bomb-throwing, now that the training period for the dorm job is over, and the Lad enters first grade in a few days.
A smidge more about "The Rules"

Most people who have taken math classes have been told, "show your work." Math teachers insist on this because math is not simply about getting the answer right (though that is obviously its final objective) but also about the process of arriving at that answer. Excepting only the people with unusual brains, most of us must learn a method for arriving at the correct answer.

When I was in 8th grade, I spent the first quarter and half of the second completely and utterly mystified by algebra in general and the quadratic equation in particular. I fumbled my way along, getting just enough of the pieces of it right to maintain a bit-better-than-passing average, but I really had no idea why problem 1 on the test might earn me 8 points out of 10, but problem 2 only 3 out of 10. My teacher, Ms. Krause, spent a lot of extra time tutoring me, working problems with me without ever once telling me to look in the back of the book to see if I had arrived at the correct solutions. Every time I seemed to get a little closer to clarity, she would focus in more tightly on the concepts and process. Eventually, my second quarter progress report went home, with a note that "the light went on," or words to that effect. Once I understood *how* to work an equation, we went back to focusing on the answer as much as the process.

So it is with my attitude about "The Rules" that I blogged on a while ago. My frustration in The Case of the Lapsed Catholic Communicant (sounds like a Fr. Dowling mystery, doesn't it?) is not about what is best, but what is possible. It does a person no good to be given a right answer (something my algebra teacher pointedly avoided doing) when the recipient is incapable of understanding it, or repeating arrival at it. She may have been in the midst of a revelation about how Communion and grace function, but by focusing on getting to the solution correctly, people may be obstructing her learning. It is absolutely essential that at some point, she come to understand not only the pieces of the process, but the whole process, and thus the solution. But to interfere, to insist that she do the problem the right way and come to the right solution, while denying her the ability to understand both parts, is not to serve her or aid her salvation at all.

Tuesday, August 26, 2003

Kairos Baby unveiled

Thanks to the kindness of Tom, all the world can bask in my good fortune.

It occurs to me that nothing I have read about NFP take into account the decline in rates of death in childbirth. That is, I realized that in another century and even in the present in other parts of the world, it is very possible, and even probable that Mrs. K-G would have died trying to give birth to the Lad, and might be suffering a fatal infection right now from the second birth had she survived the first. Even if she did survive both, there's a very good chance she would have wound up permanently unable to bear more children. Some female bodies are not especially suited to pregnancy and childbirth. It would seem that a concept like NFP ought at least to address these facts, before the (invariably healthy and menstrually regular) authors cheerfully tell such women that this just their cross to bear, and that thanks to the wonders of modern science they can now bear it over and over again...
Strange things happen sometimes

A bit over a month ago, I was looking at this dorm job as primarily a way to get free housing. I'd do all the paperwork, and the basic supervision, and leave the "emotional" stuff to Mrs. Kairos Guy (roommate conflicts, "triage" counseling, etc.) But a funny thing happened. I remembered a St. Blog's conversation from a while back, about looking at your work as a way of witnessing, and not merely seeing things like "Our Sunday Visitor" as worthwhile work and discarding the other things as merely material.

With that in mind, I have found a real enthusiasm for the job, even though the training has coincided with the birth of my daughter, and the return of Mrs. K-G to the hospital for some postpartum surgery. (She seems to be fine now, but prayers are always appreciated.) Instead of merely renewing my low-level hostility for my alma mater, the job has allowed me a new pleasure, because I can be what a Christian is truly called to be: a subversive. During a finger-wagging lecture on race by a couple of lost children of the 60s the other day, I actually stood up and complained that the so-called facilitators were actually encouraging and continuing racism, by essentially instructing us to continue encountering one another as objects, rather than subjects. (One student approvingly told me later that I was echoing Martin Buber, whom I--rather disgracefully, I might add--pretended to know a little about.) The silly gits who were running the thing merely heard the white guy in the back of room say he wanted to be treated as an individual, and proceeded to lecture me on how it's only people who are in power who say that. (If I have so much power, how come I'm living in a college dorm at age 33, by the way?) But at least some of the students, including some of African descent, sought me out to say they liked what I had to say. My hall opening meeting (with all 400ish residents) is going to speak a lot about the virtues of Charity and Humility (though I lack the courage to say much about chastity just yet...).

The really weird part of this, though, is that my enthusiasm for Christian subversion is carrying over into enthusiasm for the job as a whole. I have found a desire not to be contrary for its own sake (which was my main role as an undergraduate), but actually to lead. I want not only to offer students an alternative to a lot of the nonsensical pap that the Academy is feeding them, but to provide them a model and the intellectual tools to do something better, and a lot of the RAs seem to like what they hear.

This isn't a blog entry that reflects a lot of humility, but it should. That these things are happening at all has so very much to do with the fact that I have (for the first time in my adult life) recognized in a job a true Christian Vocation, and have accepted it and asked for help in fulfilling it. When the readings a few weeks ago presented Elijah in the desert asking for death--hitting the wall, as it were--Mrs. K-G and I both related to it in terms of 13 months of almost continuous pregnancy (save for 6 or 7 weeks following the miscarriage). But now I see in it also some sense of where I have been professionally for some years: unsure of how to take the next step; unable to discern further value or plan in my work. I have some new, limited understanding of how a missionary must feel, and why he might choose such a strange life. To model a Christian family in the midst of a viscerally anti-Catholic, secular institution with good cheer and a willingness to speak up is a challenge I could not take up alone, but by Heaven it is FUN.
Pop Daddy is in the House

I have a special communication from Greg Popcak, MCSW, KC OBE, VC, and LMNOP:

"Ave Maria Radio has a chance to be carried on the XM Satellite Network. They are currently considering our proposal and things look good.

We are attempting to get St Blog's to help us out by publicizing our petition drive to get Ave Maria on XM. I would really appreciate if you could spread the word, especially by asking your blog readers (and anyone else you know in the real or virtual world) to complete our e-petition. There is no commitment to purchase XM equipment. This is just about asking them to carry Catholic Radio."


I have tuned into his radio show occasionally (via the web) and it's really much better than his blogging. (Sorry, Greg. You knew I'd get a dig in, right? Long time readers know that Pop Daddy and I sometimes get into rather heated brawls...)