I don't want your pity....


Just your laughs.

Some people have a hard time understanding my humor. I grew up in a very dysfunctional home; alcoholic parents, promiscuity, violence, stealing, and I think my parents were also nuts. Yes, it was tough, but I lived in my little world of saints and devotion to the Blessed Sacrament and Our Lady. Nevertheless, I can be rather coarse, and my humor is very off-the-wall. I honestly thought many of the behaviors my parent's exhibited were rather funny, as did my brothers and sisters. Life was one big tilt-a-whirl, which is why I love tornadoes and earthquakes and other things that scare normal people. So anyway, instead of poetry Thursday, I thought I'd list a few quotes of my parents from times when they were at their nuttiest.

"Why you little bitch!" - my mom's favorite expression - "bastard" for the boys. Her vocal inflection was the best - clenched teeth, slowly enunciating each syllable, in a low, deliberate, contemptuous voice.

"You little holier-than-thou hypocrite!" - my mom's favorite name for me when I did something wrong.

"You're ugly." - my mom told all of us that - I think she was trying to keep us from vanity. Which was good, because I grew up thinking I was ugly.

"Not too much water now!" - while shaking a glass of ice with a coquettish smile, signaling mom was ready for another drink.

"Dolly, I love you!" - my dad repeated that constantly to us - sometimes with big slobbery kisses on the mouth. (Another reason I don't like kissing men I guess! LOL!) Which brings to mind the following...

"Why you dirty little homosexuals!" - mom called us that because my brother and I would look at muscle magazines when we were little. (We wanted to be weight lifters.) We never knew what she meant by that word, and we laughed after she left the room.

"Go ahead, laugh fat ass!" - she would have said that in response to our laughing - "fat ass" was the name she often used for my brother.

She once brought fat ass's dirty underwear to school because he forgot to throw them in the laundry - she gave them to his gymn teacher.

"Why you no good bitch!" - mom would sometimes say that to grandma when she talked to her on the phone - and when angry with just about any woman she felt double-crossed her.

"You're nothing but a slut!" - she would say that to my sister, and later the girls we dated, when we brought them home to meet the parents.

"You're pen happy!" - she said that because I wrote to our relatives and kept a journal - which she read and disliked.

"Wait until your father gets home!" - she usually said that before she got completely out of control.

When my dad finally got home it wasn't usually funny, and the things he said were far more shameful than comedic. Obviously, my mother was the commedian in the family.

(Both parents died good, holy, Catholic deaths after living very difficult lives. And truly - they could be very funny, albeit innapropriate.)
Photo: Bette Davis from "The Anniversary" - she could have been playing my mother.

15 degrees below zero in Minneapolis, Minnesota



And Jeron sent me this email yesterday, complaining of the cold:


"It was 65 degrees this morning & it's dropping to 27 by 5pm. Welcome to St. Louis."


Dat boy don' no nuttin' 'bout code.


(I'll be offline for adoration all day.)

Confirmation names....

What's in a name?

My friend Angela mentioned that when she was confirmed she was told "We no longer take names for confirmation." So Angela took her name 'secretly' - she can do that. When I was confirmed, it was a very big deal to take a name; in fact, part of our retreat before confirmation dealt with our discerning which name to take. When my little brother was confirmed eleven years later, he wanted to take the name of a movie star he liked. I took care of that - after we prayed to the Holy Spirit, I made him draw a saint's name and that is the name he got.
Sr. Mary Martha has a fun and informative post on the subject. One thing she says is that our confirmation name will be our name in Heaven - so I guess I'll be called St. Peter... Be nice to me - you may have to deal with me at the gates. (All of us Peters stick together, you know.)
[Art: "The martyrdom of St. Peter of Verona" I am named after this St. Peter.]

Vincenzo is the funniest man alive!

Go here to read about this facts of life cat fight.

Here is something you wouldn't find out in an ordinary meme...


Cathy of Alexandria was a huge figure skating star.
Cathy writes: "There was a time when I would have actually gone to Nationals.... I went to the Olympic Festival when it was held here." Yet she laments, "Today, I can barely tell you who the up and comers are or who the current national champions are." Apparently experiencing a sort of literary disorientation, Cathy writes, (You know,) "I'm not sure exactly when I quit the sport of figure skating."
Later on, in an obvious attempt to put to rest all the rumors and questions if drinking had anything to do with her dropping out of the skating circuit, Cath writes, "I think it all ended for me when it became apparent that it was all about the jumps." Continuing with that thread, she added how she would, "wobble and land with (her) arms flailing..." (landing) "in the "kiss and cry" area"
After attacking skater Surya Bonaly, calling her a, "French brat and all-around poor sport," Cathy writes, "I'm not even sure I'd call" her a woman. "Clearly, sexuality has nothing to do with how well (she) skate(s)." Oddly enough, she abruptly ends her tirade about Bonaly with this cryptic statement, "I feel like someone should be arrested for child pornography."
Without giving everything away, her memoir concludes somewhat poignantly: Cathy wrote, (Now) "If I want to see people hitting the ice for a few hours, I'll film myself skating at Parade Stadium."
That just sounds so Norma Desmond, doesn't it? The entire post is quite sad.
(I wonder if her friend Adoro's real name is Nancy?)
[This review is an edited version of Cathy's original post - all words in quotation marks are Cath's actual statements. Photo: Cath after losing Nationals.]

No honor among thieves...


Or politicians for that matter.
The Kennedy's are endorsing Barack Obama. Though considered a friend of the family, Hilary Clinton has been kicked aside for the man Caroline thinks is just like her dad. Jack Kennedy was certainly charismatic, but he was not the greatest president.
Considering the Clinton Body Count and all, I'd watch my back around Hilary. You know what they say about a woman scorned... LOL!
[Photo caption: "Caroline what? Why that little bitch!"]

Acedia...


Sadness, or self-pity, is the twin sister of acedia. They are similar in some respects, but not identical. The sad person finds relief more easily, whereas the one besieged by acedia is trapped. Sadness is a temporary, part-time experience, but acedia is global and permanent. In this sense it is opposed to human nature.

The chief symptoms of this devilish “scourge that lays waste at noon” are inner instability and the need for change (with wandering fantasies of a better place), excessive care of one’s own health (with special emphasis on one’s food), escape from manual work (with laziness and inactivity), uncontrolled activism (under the appearance of charity), neglect of the monastic practices (reducing observance to a minimum), indiscreet zeal in a few ascetic exercises (with extreme criticism of one’s neighbor), generalized discouragement (with the beginnings of a depression).

Since acedia stirs up all the other vices, it cannot be cured by a single contrary virtue. What is needed is a varied, multi-layered therapy: tears of compunction (and non-verbal cries for saving help); recourse to God’s Word (to oppose the inroads of vice); meditation on death (to evaluate the present in the light of eternity); patient, persevering resistance (avoiding little compensations and putting one’s trust in the Lord). It is easy to see that all these remedies or weapons lead to an encounter with God. In the last analysis, acedia is a flight from God and is only cured by the patient, practical search for his Face. - Dom Bernardo Olivera

Friendless in Minneapolis.



A maniacal monk's nemeses...


I got an email today from a guy I was a monk with at a certain mid-western monastery. We were novices together, and very fun ones, which is why our maniacal novice master would not let us associate with one another or speak to one another. I thought my little monk-ey friend was dead, so I am very happy to hear from him now. Comment moderation has been enabled for fear of what he might write - if he chose to comment - ever. (In his email he mentioned how good I look in my profile photo - yet somehow different from what he remembered. It's because of the glasses - I'm not wearing my glasses. It is so funny how time fades memory, isn't it?)
I don't feel so friendless any more - there are not that many people left who go back that far in my life - I mean, those still willing to talk to me. LOL!

*yer saury erse*


The Sompnour's Tale
This Friar boasteth that he knoweth hell,*
And, God it wot, that is but little wonder,*
Friars and fiends be but little asunder. *
For, pardie, ye have often time heard tell,*
How that a friar ravish'd was to hell *
In spirit ones by a visioun, *
And, as an angel led him up and down,*
To shew him all the paines that there were,*
In all the place saw he not a frere;*
Of other folk he saw enough in woe.*
Unto the angel spake the friar tho;* *then*
'Now, Sir,' quoth he, 'have friars such a grace,*
That none of them shall come into this place?'*
'Yes' quoth the angel; 'many a millioun:'*
And unto Satanas he led him down*.
'And now hath Satanas,' said he, 'a tail*
Broader than of a carrack is the sail.*
Hold up thy tail, thou Satanas,' quoth he,*
'Shew forth thine erse, and let the friar see *
Where is the nest of friars in this place.'*
And *less than half a furlong way of space* *immediately*
Right so as bees swarmen out of a hive,*
Out of the devil's erse there gan to drive*
A twenty thousand friars *on a rout.*
*in a crowd* And throughout hell they swarmed all about,*
And came again, as fast as they may gon,*
And in his erse they creeped every one:*
He clapt his tail again, and lay full still.*


.....................................Canterbury Tales

best quote ever...



"Most Catholic bloggers happen to be Protestants with delusions of orthodoxy." - Source
LOL!

The new patron saint of pop culture...


Heath Ledger - dead at 28.
He will surely surpass the cult status of James Dean.
May he rest in peace.

War of the Roses...

Clinton and Obama are beginning to fight like a couple having marital problems...


While it looks as if Oprah is in trouble with women because she campaigned for Obama...


Yet Bill just dreams about interns.

kids...


Nobody knows the trouble you feel
Nobody cares, the feelin' is real
Johnny, we're sorry, won't you come on home
We worry, won't you come on
What is wrong in my life
That I must get drunk every night
Johnny, we're sorry won't you come on...
Use the phone, call your mom
She's missing you badly, missing her son
Who do you know, where will you stay
Big city life is not what they say
Johnny, we're sorry, won't you come on home
We worry, won't you come on
What is wrong in my life
That I must get drunk every night
Johnny, we're sorry won't you come on...
You'd better go, everything's closed
Can't find a room, money's all blown
Nowhere to sleep, out in the cold
Nothing to eat, nowhere to go
Johnny, we're sorry, won't you come on home
We worry, won't you come on
What is wrong in my life
That I must get drunk every night
Johnny, we're sorry won't you come on. home
We worry, won't you come on home...
.........................fine young cannibals.

And then: Why do you blog?

Because you have a "savior of the world complex" like Bono?

I ask myself this question all of the time. Why do I blog? I think, no matter what the initial altruistic reasons one may have had for beginning to write a weblog, it comes down to one's ego, satisfying self-love. (Or, maybe just for me?)

So anyway - why do you blog?

Dior Homme by Kris Van Assche Spring Summer 2008

See - male models can be anorexic too, and these look very sickly.

Fashion isn't real you know - it is just a marketing thing to get the rich and vulnerable to change their clothes every season.

My sincere apologies....


I owe many, many, many people an apology - former friends, family members, former employers and co-workers, even people I really never knew - yet dismissed or looked down upon, blamed for my shortcomings, or simply ignored. I could name all of you, and cite the circumstances, yet it would open many wounds. I cannot accuse myself enough - I was wrong and I have hurt many people, loosing wonderful friends in the process. I can only pray for all of you and beg our Lord never to hold any hard feelings you have towards me against you, since I very much deserve them, and your contempt has helped me realize my sin. I pray for all of you every day and beg God's forgiveness for my sins, and his blessings upon you. If you may be reading this and feel I owe you an apology for something - then this was most definitely written for you - and I am so very sorry.
Peace and love.

Robert Palmer - Simply Irresistible

It is amazing how fat the models look in this video... which tells you how far thin has gone today!

He shall drink from the stream by the wayside,..

And therefore he shall lift up his head. - Psalm 110

The above photo is St. Bernard drinking from the wound in Christ's side, it is painted by Giovanni Benedetto Castiglione. I have searched the web for a larger reproduction and cannot find it. (I had seen one about a year ago.) If anyone has a link to a larger image, would you mind posting it for me? Many thanks.

Poetry Thursday



Did You Ever Know...

It must have been cold there in my shadow,

To never have sunlight on your face.

You were content to let me shine, thats your way.

You always walked a step behind.

So I was the one with all the glory,

While you were the one with all the strain.

A beautiful face without a name for so long.

A beautiful smile to hide the pain.

Did you ever know that youre my hero,

And everything I would like to be?

I can fly higher than an eagle,

For you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,

But Ive got it all here in my heart.

I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.

I would be nothing without you.

Did you ever know that youre my hero?

Youre everything I wish I could be.

I could fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings.

Did I ever tell you youre my hero?

Youre everything, everything I wish I could be.

Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,

For Cathy, you are the wind beneath my wings...
*
------------------an original poem by Jane Hudson.
*
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[I'll be offline until I get some respect.]

American Idol tryouts...


A study in mental illness.
I watched the tryouts for American Idol Tuesday night - many, many, desperately sick people.
[I'll be offline until further notice.]

i can't tell you why

it's just a favorite song of mine...

We now know who she was...



Although we don't know what she did...

German academics believe they have found definitive and authoritative documentation proving that the Mona Lisa is actually a portrait of Lisa del Giacondo. The story here.

Well, slap my butt and call me Gladys - I always thought it was Leo in drag - which BTW, was J. Edgar Hoover's excuse for wearing prom dresses at his special candle-light dinners - or so I was told.

Thinking of Santa Fe...

El Greco's Toledo really reminds me of Santa Fe. Driving up into the mountains and coming upon the city - this was my impression - even though in reality I was looking down at the city - or just a few buildings. Otherwise the city was enshrouded in clouds, as I had written awhile back, which created the illusion that the city towered into the clouds, since it seemed the mountain tops poked through the fog as well. Why didn't I try to photograph it? So that I could paint it. In my mind, I continue to imagine it looks like Toledo. I drove by Toledo years ago, and the Spanish city does look like the painting, although the day was crisp and clear, and very sunny - not at all as nostalgic as El Greco's composition.



Searching for photos, I came upon this painting by Beverly Decker, entitled "Sunlit Hills" which happens to be a view of Santa Fe. This comes close to my impression, although I was in New Mexico in February, and there was snow cover. I think I must have been having a mystical experience as I drove. New Mexico is very spiritual and enchanting you know.

Macy's Minneapolis



Minneapolis, Minnesota: Macy's fired 400 people today.


Originally the stores were called Dayton's, then Dayton-Hudson's, then Dayton-Hudson-Marhall Fields - and finally Marshall Fields, until Target Corporation sold the department stores to May company, which in turn was bought out by Federated Department Stores - which owns Macy's. Aside from losing a dedicated customer base - Federated is now cutting their loses and getting rid of long term, highly paid employees. (Federated now goes by the name, Macy's Inc.)


For months the company has been telling long term employees there will be no more wage increases, they took away commissions from sales people, and have been quietly laying off personnel here and there. Many people did see the handwriting on the wall, yet, as in the case of one friend, who received a glowing review just two days ago, today's termination came like a sucker punch.


So there you have it - Macy's is cleaning house and most operations are moving to NYC.


Macy's sucks.
Shop Nordstrom's instead.
And pray for the people who have lost their jobs.

Devotion to the Precious Blood


"To understand the meaning of the Precious Blood we must (otherwise the mystery will be lost on us), we must get some comprehension of the gravity of sin, of the awfulness of offending God, because it required the Blood of the Son of God to forgive that sin. We are living in an age in which to sin has become fashionable. But we believe that we are here for only a very short time. We further believe that Christ when He told us the way that leads to damnation is broad and many there are who walk that way, that the way that leads to eternal life is narrow and there are few who walk that way. I am watching every syllable I am saying.


The Church has never pronounced infallibly on the number lost and the number saved, but she has canonized St. John of the Cross and made him a Doctor of the Church. Says John of the Cross: "I believe that the majority of the human race will be lost." - Fr. Hardon

Family matters...

My uncle died. Please keep him in your prayers. A friend notified me today that he had died. It seems my family forgot to tell me. Oh - and the funeral was this morning - I only found that out after I looked up the obituary online - a half hour after it was over. (See - It isn’t always my fault I don’t show up for family events.)
Thanks to eveyone who had prayed for him.

I wish I said that.



"The higher you climb on the flag pole the more your butt shows." Roger Clemens on 60 Minutes



Art on Sunday

The wonderful work of James Christensen.





Top: "Saint with white sleeves"
Middle: "Ten lepers"
Bottom: "One light"

Bye Santa!


I'm reluctantly taking Christmas down today. I'll leave the exterior lights and decorations up for awhile longer though. I loved Christmas this year - it was so unusually peaceful and quietly contemplative. I hate to see it end. I keep Christmas from December 6th through January 6th. Despite the fact some people consider it liturgically incorrect, I can do that because I am neither a church or a religious community.
[Art: "Brendan the Navigator" - James Christensen]

Frida and me.

I finally got to view the Frida Kahlo exhibit at the Walker.

I completely forgot how hot the Walker is... I kept thinking to myself, 'I cannot believe how warm they keep the galleries!' The new galleries are so cramped and IMO, poorly lighted; Kahlo's work was difficult to see, especially since the exhibit was so crowded. There were at least 3 docents conducting small group tours at once. They are always fun to listen to, because they so often get things wrong - either about the art or the painter. No doubt, I would be a very fun tour guide - let me tell you.
"Yes, this was painted when she was sleeping with..."
Viewing Frida's work was like visiting an old friend I never got along with, yet loved dearly. Everything was fine if I always told her what she wanted to hear. With Frida one has to listen to her go on endlessly about Diego and listen to the story of her traumatic injuries and surgeries - over and over. It would be okay if you could drink and smoke while you are with her, but you want to get away quickly before she insults you. That is pretty much Frida Kahlo.
Misery loves company.
I discovered Frida around 1990. I had finished a major work entitled "The Descent Into Hell" - it was a painting I made - "with scenes from the life of" - that is, it contained a central panel of the descent of Christ into hell, with scenes from my life in 15 little boxes. I did it as an altar piece with trompe-l'oeil niches on either side containing painted statues of saints. (No - there is no photo available.) I only tell you about it because it was the first time I combined icon-style painting with my Latino style retablo, in a trompe-l'oiel composition. Each vignette carried a scroll with verses from the Abbey-Road album by the Beatles. I kept the piece hidden until a friend told me it reminded him of Frida Kahlo's work and I ought to exhibit it. (Long story short - I exhibited it and it was sold.)
Painting a life.


I soon investigated Frida and was astonished how closely my work fit in with some of her pieces. Before discovering her art, I thought my blend of religious style art with secular themes was almost sacrilegious. I understood her work, and yet I was repulsed by some of it. In some cases, such as "A Few Small Nips" and "The Suicide of Dorothy Hale" (two of my favorites) one can have the experience of looking at crime scene photos. While some of her surgical paintings can come off as metaphysical x-rays of the artist.
Almost immediately I understood that what Frida had been doing in her art, was documenting her life, as well a few well chosen significant events outside of her immediate experience, which resonated with her. Her work, no matter how self-absorbed and dolorous, exists as valuable documentation of a person - indeed, a personality - living during the chaotic epoch that was revolutionary Mexico. Her art mirrors the cultural malaise that Mexico experienced within her lifetime.
I was not at all surprised - nor enlightened by the exhibit - as I said, it was like going to visit an old friend. Which is why I avoided the photography exhibit, I didn't need to be reminded of how tragic her life had been... Her paintings say enough about that.
[Art: Top - "The suicide of Dorothy Hale" Middle - "A Few Small Nips"]


The writer's strike.

The only good thing about it is that I watch much less TV since all the shows are reruns. But it is very bad for all those affected by the strike - not just the writers - but set people, camera people, lighting people, everyone involved in a television production. Don't forget the advertisers... it all has an impact... you know - the economy stupid.

My patron for 2008...


St. Peter Chanel
The saint chosen for me to be my patron this year is St. Peter Chanel, and the devotion chosen for me is the devotion to the Precious Blood of Jesus - which is a sinner's delight, let me tell you. I know who St. Peter is, and I have devotion to the most Precious Blood, which I will renew with the help of His grace. But I will have to examine the life of St. Peter more closely to determine why he chose me.


My thanks to Angela for orchestrating all of these graces for me.

Celebrity look-a-like bloggers.

I told Vincenzo that I thought Cathy of Alexandria looks a lot like Kathy Najimy - actually, I think they are one and the same. Vinny and Cath had been discussing who Fr. Z looks like - Bobby Darin or Kevin Spacey. (I could go either way - whatever - Father looks very cool in shades and his cassock.) I love to pick out celebrity look-a-likes. I'm often told I look like Aaron Eckhart - but I don't really see the resemblance myself.

Maybe I'll do a post on what celebrities my other favorite bloggers look like - don't steal my idea now!

What I really think... and other New Year's resolutions.



Wouldn't that be a great post - or series of posts? "What I really think..."
I want to do it - you know, how I'm always critiquing Spirit Daily - I could do the same thing with other blogs. But my New Year's resolution is a restraining power and that means I am going to try and stop saying (writing) and posting inappropriate things. I'm going to try really hard to be nice to people and say good things, things people need to hear, things that will really help them. I noticed when another blogger linked to a post I did, he felt the need to add the following cautionary statement - "Be forewarned, Terry sometimes writes things that may offend some people." (I had no idea I did that. No wonder certain blogs I respect do not link to me, and those who once linked, no longer do so.)

Some British bloggers have referred to me as "off-the-wall" and I believe one even suggested I was eccentric. Now that is coming from British bloggers and you know how fond British people are of their eccentrics - like the Royals! (Also, keep in mind some of the British TV reality shows, such as, Absolutely Fabulous, Faulty Towers, Keeping Up Appearances, and others like them which document normal life in the UK. Yeah - really normal all right. And yet they think I'm eccentric and off-the-wall - I don't get it.)
So from now on, I'm going to try and be normal.
(Photo: Homely, old, fat-lady blogger who failed in her New Year's resolution to lose weight and bought a corset instead. - - - What?)