Ave Maria! The 1st Sorrowful Mystery The Agony in the Garden “And there appeared to Him an angel from heaven to strengthen Him. And falling into an agony He prayed all the more earnestly. And His sweat became like drops of blood running down upon the ground. And rising from prayer He came to the […]
I’ve always been quite a compulsive bookworm. My literary interests veer mostly toward classic western literature, biography, theology, and philosophy, but I can enjoy trying to handle just about anything.
Sometimes I get into something at least a bit over my head, though. For every author like Flannery O’Connor and Evelyn Waugh, whose Books are very short, there are also others like Dostoyevsky and James Joyce, who really overdo it as far as length. I couldn’t make any sense whatsoever of Joyce’s “Finnegan’s Wake”, and because I once tried to read seventy five pages of his “Ulysses” in only one day, I spent the next three full days with a very violent migraine and nausea.
Recently I first met my cousin Mark’s girlfriend Sarah. She struck me as a very nice, intelligent, pretty lady. She recommended that I read “Godel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid”, by Douglas R. Hofstadter. It’s quite intimidating. I’ve been trying, very slowly, to get through it, at a rate of only about three dozen pages at a time.
My main problem about this book is that, understandably, it’s all about math, science, and music. I’ve never been any good at math or science, nor have I ever found either of them the least bit interesting. I’m so happy that at least I can have a nice time with the musical references.
The book has been, so far, quite interesting. At the very least, it can most certainly widen my intellectual horizons at least a bit. It deals largely with perspective, and the nature of reality. Considering that I’ve always been so completely smitten with theology and philosophy, that’s the part of it that strikes me as most appealing.
Unfortunately I’m writing my entry for this Ragtag Daily Prompt a day late. Somehow I didn’t notice it yesterday.
There are all sorts of things I’m not Impervious to:
Although spring has sprung, as of two days ago, the cold weather and precipitation get me crazy.
All throughout my adult lifetime, I’ve gotten headaches, and anxiety and panic attacks, though they’re not as nasty as they once were.
Those are my most notorious problems. As long as I can avoid them all, I can have quite an exceptionally fine time of things. The only catch is, though, that the health troubles occasionally sneak up on me, and weather trouble, alas, is more frequent than I would like.
Here’s my contribution to Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt.
St. Mary’s Friday Night Fish Party St. Mary Of the Isle, In Long Beach, New York, is my parish. On Friday night parishioners (mostly the Hispanics) come to the church for the Stations Of the Cross at 7:30. Starting at 6:30, we members of the St. Vincent de Paul Society have a fish supper ready for them. Last night there were two large containers of seafood. One was Manhattan clam chowder. The other was minestrone.
Here is my very first post for Six Word Saturday.
Happy Solemnity of the Transitus of St. Benedict!
We celebrate this special feast day for Benedictines, honoring the Abbot St. Benedict for his life and witness. Today Conception Seminary College is celebrating its annual Pastor’s Day, where the seminarians’ pastors were invited to visit. These past few weeks of Lent have gone by quickly. Spring officially began yesterday, and there are wonderful signs of Spring already at Conception. The forecast promises warmer temperatures into the 50’s and 60’s during the next week.
Last weekend I traveled to Boulder, Colorado to visit a vocation candidate of ours. I was able to spend time meeting his roommates, seeing his workplace, and have dinner with his family. I also celebrated Mass Sunday morning at St. Thomas Aquinas Catholic Church near the University of Colorado campus. After Mass on Sunday, the vocation candidate and I were able to go to Eldorado Canyon State Park…
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