Sometimes a meme becomes pandemic. Suburban Banshee--long may she wail--has tagged me for this.
I confess . . .
. . . that responding to this meme rather frightens me (can't say why.)
. . . I actually enjoy holding hands during the Our Father, largely because it so much forces me out of who I normally am
. . . that at one time I did a bad job of discerning a vocation to the Carthusians (praise God!--Camoldalese would have been another possibility had I been aware of them)
. . . I think some people (including myself) think waaaaaaaay too much sometimes
. . . not particularly liking the prose and poetry of Chesterton and Belloc (love some of his poetry), but really, really liking the person of Chesterton
. . . monastic life and complete solitude hold a real and everpresent appeal (though they do not compare with the joy of the Vocation of Marriage and Family)
. . . to viewing blogs and associated projects as having possibilities as apostolates
. . . to being a far nicer person on-line than I could ever hope to be in person
. . . to liking Spiderman, the Fantastic Four, Sponge Bob, and the Fairly OddParents far more than I ought
. . . to being TSO's number one fan and nuisance e-mailer
. . . wishing my blog could be more like Fructus Ventris, Sancta Sanctis, Happy Catholic, and Summa Mamas (but it just ain't gonna happen)
. . . wishing I could do what Tom at Disputations does so well (but then if I did, we wouldn't need Tom, and that would be a terrible shame)
. . . a scrupulous attempt at Orthodoxy which stems from coming from a Protestant background
. . . not really understanding what many traditionalists think or want
. . . not really understanding what most progressives really want
. . . not really understanding why we can't all just get along
. . . to owning no fewer than 41 different Bibles (different translations, different annotations, different assemblies of similar translations, including at least two four column parallel Bibles)
. . . and to having read or studied every one of them
. . . and to still being ignorant of the majority of God's word
. . . being an ardent fan of James Joyce, Virginia Woolf, William Faulkner, Henry James and a whole slew of people who bore most people silly
. . . to having won an award for poetry composed in the manner of Finnegan's Wake (First place--a complete set of the critical edition of the works of James Joyce, commentary by Anthony Burgess on Finnegan's Wake and Ulysses, and a guide to Dublin)
. . . to being a complete tea-totaler, having had in my entire college career three alcoholic drinks
. . . but nevertheless liking the strawberry margarita sorbet at a local ice-cream chain
. . . Carravagio, Monet, Renoir, Dali, Tanguy, and Magritte are my favorite artists
. . . I get an enormous fit of the giggles every time I think that someone actually paid money for most of Robert Motherwell's "art" (that should get a rise out of Erik)
. . . getting a rise out of Erik amuses me far more than it ought
. . . loving the St. Blogs community inordinately for what it consitutes in the real world
. . . having grown tremendously because of my exposure to the many opinions, minds, and persons of the people at St. Blogs.
TMI, I know, but this allows me once again to consider the things I am thankful for.
