One of the superfluous items in my inbox was headed, 'Design customised logos and business identities...' How disturbing is the concept of a customised logos?
(And that's genuinely how I read it - not a contrived pun, I'm afraid.)
I know you are all dying to know what last Thursday morning looked like, as I travelled to drink tea and vaguely chat about films with this guy. Ah leave ma hoose, this is what is taking up half of the parking spaces on the street. And this after the Big Thaw a few days earlier. My tram stop, looking south, as I cross to catch the tram going north. Ducks! Two or three stops before mine, this is the corner of Krolewska and Marszalkowska, I will at some point get round ot putting up the photos I took of the crowds here leaving the Pope's funeral (on giant screens on a square through this park) These are the ones that weren't there when I wanted to show you them, Bettina. I was glad to learn that it is not the Chinese food kiosks across the road that clear up the ducks in the evening: they have a wee house somewhere in the park, apparently. The ducks, not the Chinese food kiosks (unless they are Baba Yaga kiosks on feet, I suppose.) Crossing the road after getting off the tram Walking through the park looking back at the street just crossed More park My back to the street, I reach the buildings on the other side of the park I turn into this little courtyard to walk through to the next street I turn into this little courtyard to walk through to the next street
If anyone would like to go to a ceilidh in aid of Pro Vita Romania , in St Cuthbert's church hall, Slateford Rd, Edinburgh, at 7.30pm on 25th March - I have six tickets to sell, some of which I have not yet spilt coffee on. £5 grown-ups, £3 parvuli, BYOB. I can't go as I'll be in England at a wedding, hurrah, if the train doesn't crash; but it's a good cause which one of the Edinburgh SPUC folk is rather keen on. Besides what the linked website says, I think there's an orphanage involved; and the whole thing was begun by an Orthodox priest. It has been supported by parish pro-life groups in Edinburgh for some time. Interested parties, leave email addresses; or email boeciana [at] yahoo[dot]co[dot]uk. Will gladly take your money...
Let us write, always, in brief, and about other things. (ecclesiastical gossip counts as other things). My blog, so in this case, unlike in people's thesises, I can make you write the way I think you should, so there.
I will start. More constitutional reform on the part of our Foolish Leader. An letter to the Times. (This shouldn't be me having to post this stuff, I am half a continent away, pull your socks up, please, Scottish correspondents.)
If enacted as it stands, we believe the Bill would make it possible for the Government, by delegated legislation, to do (inter alia) the following:
create a new offence of incitement to religious hatred, punishable with two years’ imprisonment;
curtail or abolish jury trial;
permit the Home Secretary to place citizens under house arrest;
allow the Prime Minister to sack judges;
rewrite the law on nationality and immigration;
“reform” Magna Carta (or what remains of it).
Proposal to campaign for various things, including a Bill of Rights. Squeaks of dismay at Spectres of the Endarkenment, but given the record of our Foolish Leader perhaps carving habeas corpus in stone would not be a bad idea.
Ox Stu and Times. This strikes me as a very bad idea, not for the reasons offered in the Times piece, but because it is (I think, and I know plenty of others do) psychololologically helpful to put on particular clothes for matriculation, exams and graduations. This is partly for the very simply reason that all worry over what to wear is instantly removed, and any residual anxiety can be directed into ironing one's shirt (this can take a wrong turn when the laundry room iron turns out to spread black gunk... still bitter...). The existence of gradated seriousness in dress also, I think, helps one to regard the matter in hand in the right light. Matriculation may not consist of much in the doing of it, but it is an important and real thing, in which one becomes a novice member of a corporation with new rights and responsibilities, so full sub-fusc is worth it. Collections (of both sorts) are less significant, but still demand an attitude of reasonable seriousness (and, be honest, would it be remotely possible to take beginning-of-term Collections seriously if one didn't wear a gown?). Public Examinations, especially Finals, are obviously the real thing, and it does no harm to feel like it as a result of one's clothes. Finally, changing one's gown during Graduation is a rather beautiful thing, as one enters the corporation of Bachelors or Masters or whatever of the University; but it would lose something if one hadn't worn the formal garb of an undergraduate very often first.
At this point I feel I should say something clever about ritual and performativity, but don't think I'm quite up too it.
Perhaps more importantly: carnations would look silly if one didn't have sub fusc on...
(Question: what, if anything, is the usage of sub fusc in Tabland?)
You 'll be disappointed to hear that you can no longer buy the above title from its publishers, and, given the popularity and probably greater readability of The DaVinci Code, Vatican Assassins will not be republished soon. However, I highly recommend the interview (p15) with the author on the subject of the Black Pope. Quality stuff.
Ford, Kodak, Hewlett-Packard, American Airlines, Apple, AT&T, BP, Chevron, Citigroup, Credit Suisse First Boston, Daimler Chrysler, Dell, Deutsche Bank, Ernst & Young, Estee Lauder, Intel, IBM, J.P. Morgan Chase & Co., Johnson & Johnson, Levi Strauss & Co., Merrill Lynch, MetLife, Microsoft, Nike, Pepsico, Toyota, UBS, Xerox, and Sony Music
Who Killed Christianity on Radio 4. (wind forward a bit when you find the play-me link). Even before we get into the meat of it: what peasant? He wasn't a peasant? And given the number of Poles in London, could the presenter not have bothered to learn to pronounce Wojtyla?
Oh man, hilarious.
Oh, it gets better. The presenter is not listening at all. Man oh man.
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I am sooooo bored. Don't give a damn about supermarket rankings in the Czech republic. Am listening to Evensong from St Paul's Cathedral. "this sacrifice of praise that has been offered in this place for 1,400 years": no, I don't think so. We'll have our Gothic building back, thanks. Eeeeeoooooh Loahd, oapehn Theou Ouh Lips. Marvellous.
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Well, there was no Anglican soup so I got bored. I wanted Howells, Dyson and other All-Time Chapel Favourites.
Let us agree that a woman should not be not employed for any particular job on the grounds of being a woman, with some possible exceptions where a bloke would just be better (like night warden in a women's hostel would be better done by a woman). But this is just sinister.
They propose a European Pact for Gender Equality and argue: "Policies to promote women's employment ... are crucial for the maintenance of a competitive and prosperous Europe."
ROMA, February 6, 2006 – For the morning of Monday, February 13, Benedict XVI has scheduled a meeting of the cardinal prefects of the Vatican congregations in order to decide two questions: the lifting of the sentence of excommunication against the followers of archbishop Marcel Lefebvre, and the widening of the permission to celebrate the Mass in Latin according to the rite established by the Council of Trent. Well, I knew that Ratzinger would never be elected because it would be too good to be true. So . . .
You send your kiddies to a Catholic school. This is February. Have you only just sussed that Mass is said at the school? Hello? Wake up and smell the incense (or not, this being Crappy Land, where all niceness is to be avoided in the liturgy).
"We grieve the more that this [the Reformation] happened there because we and our predecessors have always held this nation in the bosom of our affection. For after the empire had been transferred by the Roman Church from the Greeks to these same Germans, our predecessors and we always took the Church's advocates and defenders from among them. Indeed it is certain that these Germans, truly germane to the Catholic faith, have always been the bitterest opponents of heresies, as witnessed by those commendable constitutions of the German emperors in behalf of the Church's independence, freedom, and the expulsion and extermination of all heretics from Germany. "
In my quest yesterday I came across an even nicer depiction of Germany. An earlier allegorical representation of Italia and Germania by the same artist (Philipp Veit) who painted the 1848 image of Germania I originally posted. It is interesting that Italy is shown as the Church and Germany as the Empire. In fact, the coats of arms beneath the feet of Germania are those of the seven Mediaeval electors not the nine or ten that were created after the 30 Years war and French Revolution respectively.
Jacobus posts an excerpt from, and links to, the new bishop of Paisley's sermons. They are not earth-shatterlingly brilliant, being rather of the Scottish Utterly Bland school of preaching in tone, but the content appears to be occasionally, well, it appears that he occasionally says something! Hurray. Next, PB, having begun to celebratea according to the 1962 missal at least three times a week, and realised the error of his Holloways, is appointed to St A's and Edinburgh, the former incumbent having begged admission to Pluscarden.
Santità, le scrivo a nome di alcune signore georgiane della mia parrocchia "Sancta Maria" a Trabzon (Trebisonda) sul Mar Nero in Turchia. Me l'hanno dettata in turco, la traduco come è uscita dalla loro bocca così gliela faccio avere in occasione della mia venuta a Roma. Io sono don Andrea Santoro, prete "Fidei donum" della chiesa di Roma in Turchia, nella diocesi di Anatolia, qui residente da 5 anni. Il mio gregge è formato da 8/9 cattolici, i tanti ortodossi della città e i musulmani che formano il 99 per cento della popolazione. Sarebbe lei Santità, sia il vescovo della mia diocesi di partenza (Roma) sia il vescovo della mia diocesi di arrivo dal momento che si tratta di un "Vicariato apostolico". È a questo doppio titolo che le recapito la lettera delle tre georgiane.
"CARO PAPA, a nome di tutti i georgiani la salutiamo. Da Dio chiediamo per te salute nel nome di Gesù. Siamo molto contenti che Dio ti ha scelto come Papa. Prega per noi, per i poveri, per i miseri di tutto il mondo, per i bambini. Crediamo che le tue preghiere arrivano dirette a Dio. I Georgiani sono molto poveri, hanno debiti, senza casa, senza lavoro. Siamo senza forze. Viviamo in questo momento a Trabzon e lavoriamo. Tu prega che Dio ci benedica e crei in noi un cuore nuovo e pulito. Noi non dimentichiamo la vita cristiana e per i turchi cerchiamo di essere un buon esempio nel nome di Dio, perché per mezzo nostro vedano e glorifichino Dio. Noi abbiamo molte cose da dire e da raccontare ma, Inshallah, se verrai a Trabzon potremo parlare faccia a faccia. La tua venuta sarà una festa felice. Da Dio chiediamo e auguriamo per te salute e pace e vita cristiana. Baciamo le tue mani. Saremo contenti che tu ci risponda e ci mandassi una foto con la tua firma. Tu come papà comune prega per don Andrea e Loredana, che Dio dia loro forza e a Trabzon per mezzo loro la chiesa cresca e si moltiplichi. Maria, Marina e Maria". A nome degli altri cristiani georgiani ti invitiamo a Trabzon per la tua prossima venuta a Novembre in Turchia.
Santità, mi unisco a queste tre donne per invitarla davvero da noi. È un piccolo gregge, come diceva Gesù, che cerca di essere sale, lievito e luce in questa terra. Una sua visita, se pur rapida, sarebbe di consolazione e incoraggiamento. Se Dio vuole... a Dio niente è impossibile. La saluto e la ringrazio di tutto. I suoi libri mi sono stati di nutrimento durante i miei studi di teologia. Mi benedica. E che Dio benedica e assista anche lei.
don Andrea Santoro
Prete "Fidei donum" della diocesi di Roma in Turchia,
diocesi di Anatolia, città di Trabzon sul Mar Nero,
When Adenauer was liberated by the Americans in 1945 he told them that there are two Germanies: the Germany of Prussia, Militarism and the will- to-power, and the Germany of Austria and Roman civilization. I was surfing the net today looking for a some images to illustrate how nationalism turned nasty over the course of the nineteenth century and I found these two from 1848 and 1914. I don't know how to illustrate Adenauer's point more beautifully. If nations exist by a disposition of nature (as Pius XII says) no doubt the two cities lurk in this way in the bosom of every country.
Even if you were overcome with a sudden urge to burn the Danish flag, where do you get one in a hurry in Gaza? Well, OK, that's easy: the nearest European Union Humanitarian Aid and Intifada-Funding Branch Office. But where do you get one in an obscure town on the Punjabi plain on a Thursday afternoon? If I had a sudden yen to burn the Yemeni or Sudanese flag on my village green, I haven't a clue how I'd get hold of one in this part of New Hampshire.
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... we should note that in the Western world "artists" "provoke" with the same numbing regularity as young Muslim men light up other countries' flags. When Tony-winning author Terence McNally writes a Broadway play in which Jesus has gay sex with Judas, the New York Times and Co. rush to garland him with praise for how "brave" and "challenging" he is. The rule for "brave" "transgressive" "artists" is a simple one: If you're going to be provocative, it's best to do it with people who can't be provoked.
Thus, NBC is celebrating Easter this year with a special edition of the gay sitcom "Will & Grace," in which a Christian conservative cooking-show host, played by the popular singing slattern Britney Spears, offers seasonal recipes -- "Cruci-fixin's." On the other hand, the same network, in its coverage of the global riots over the Danish cartoons, has declined to show any of the offending artwork out of "respect" for the Muslim faith.
Which means out of respect for their ability to locate the executive vice president's home in the suburbs and firebomb his garage.
Having seen more than one foully horrible caricature of Christian symbols, not to mention the unbelievably foul jokes I read on an avowedly Christian website, I suppose I can empathise with any genuinely upset Muslim type. In his upsetness, I hasten to add, not in any torching of embassies. But if people are going to go around causing a huge hoo-ha about something published in any case a continent away, and doing so violently, then I also empathise with a "na na na na na" reaction of publishing the things wherever possible. Whether it is a healthy reaction or not I have yet to decide.
Funny this wee quote I found on this army type's blog. Funny especially for anyone who remembers the mush that passed for the Numptorium's Education Consultation. Which I now can't find, but it did have a lot of things about fitting children to enable change or something along those vacuous lines. There was a rather fine submission made (in tones of extreme academicity) by some people calling themselves Living Scotland. I think their website colour scheme needs a little work, but other than that: muchos gracias William!