Brief and Minimally Considered

• I have this hour run across MyJetpack
  
• There are many ways to work stale bread into sweet pudding. At least two involve eggs.
  
• The american robin, it seems, is a relative of the thrush. I haven't seen them eating snails; but then it's been a while since I saw wild snails. Perhaps in later in the season.
  
• Have you before considered use of "the" to treat as gramatically definite a fictitious generic creature, as in "The american robin..."? These things amuse me!
  
• I'm starting actually to get tired of this friendly web-logging thing; the gimmick isn't holding up and very few people ever say hello; and that's OK. At the tmbl (which I'm using in a most-untmbly fashion, it seems) there is still the fresh focus of my academic speciality, which might keep me going there longer in spite of even fewer people saying hello, but this... One of my early inspirations-unto-blogging did recommend it as a way to make acquaintances, but I've made more from reading than from writing, and that one also doesn't 'blogg any more that I know of. And that's OK, too...
  
• TeX-setting diagrams is tricky, but you can do it incrementally. One day MathJax will pick up XYJax and then we'll all be that much more impressed with everything.
  
• Six is enough, I think. Don't you?
  

Who has seen... ?

Fr. C. gave an awesome sermon today, on the Lord's being seen and not seen

Modicum, et non videbitis me...

This is what happens on the Third Sunday After Easter, in the Extraordinary Calendar. Fr. brought out something of the mystic sense of see and shall not see: already before the third hour, one of the twelve is in spiritual despair and ten more have fled, unable to see the Present Divinity.

It brings to mind one of the recurring motifs in John's Gospel: from time to time, one or another heap of people sought to stone Him or make Him king-of-the-narrow-land, “... but Jesus hid himself... ”; and now He is telling the Twelve that something like that is about to happen to them, if only for “a little while”. Hearing this, they do not hear.

There is far too much here to say, so I shan't. Take a break and read the thing. Start early: context is like a good neighbour.

Natural Law really is prior law and superior

First Things is, of course, a mixed bag, as are well-nigh all human efforts; but this one seems solid and sound, easily up to its cautious aspirations.

The thing reminds me of a moment at... actually, I'm not sure when. Something to do with Halbardiers and English clerics or would-be-such of some sort... Guy Crouchback in something of a lightened state urges the other fellow "... but surely, wouldn't you say the supernatural is actually the only really natural thing there is... ?" to which the other responds "Up to a point...", which is funny both if you've also read Scoop and also because Guy really is closer to true things here than he usually is elsewhere.

Anyways, have-at-'em; Happy spring to you, from a land of blowing snow and hail.

subscribo

I'm sure it's terribly amusing; 'twas 22℃ just yesterday

Happy Easter!

D'you all remember that about a merry Lent? On review, there's plenty more I could have done with this Lent, and been happier for it, but right now it is Easter and I feel as happy as a fellow can who also feels as weary as... goodness me, there isn't really a good reason for my feeling weary (none but that one of you good friendly folk will know better), so I shan't complain, nor brag. Must get to sleep now, or my voice won't have recovered from Vigil enough to be any use to the schola at noon.

Happy Easter!

Let it be recorded

... that on this day, your humble anonyblogger tossed aside Shakespeare and his own advice, and wrote and pasted a poste intending to make mockery of ... well, something silly and stupid and intending evil and having its origin in unreason. On its own terms. I now doubt me of the advisability of this kind of disputation, and will instead wish you all a blessed Holy Triduum. May the Passion of O.L.I.C console and ædify us all.

A Moment of Philosophy

Dear Benvolii, dear Benvolia,

There's a certain something... I don't know how it gets into any particular heart or head, but it certainly drags one to that hole out of Creation that started with the Fall... and when things Momentous or Important or Notable or even just Noisy occur it can bring the tendency to the foreground in many of its sufferers...

Some people just don't want to be happy. That is the only explanation I can think of for it. I pray they may not suffer this unwill forever, but there it is. The unwill to be happy meets occasions and expressions of joy with excuses against becoming cheerful, with false praemonitions of madness and delusion in their fellows; as it were, the unwill to be happy seeks to be contagious, except that unwill cannot properly be said to seek, as it is not a thing but an evil, a lack.

Not being one of these, and fervently wishing that none of you reading this will become such for having read me, I shan't display any particular examples of these cracks-in-what-is, and I'm sure you all can think of what I mean anyways. Rather, I will recall that oft-sung, most singable Will, that you may know what to do when you come accross such gloomy folks:

Sigh not so, but let them go,
And be ye blithe and bonny!

May I have the honour to remain,

yours in mirth and no matter

This One Is Different.

Do You Realize??? It's the very first time from æternity that Em.ac.Rm.D., D.Nos. Georgius S.R.E. Cardinalem Bergoglio has ever been elected Pope. And I don't believe it'll ever happen again!

I think it's also the first time the Cardinals have elected anyone baptised under the patronage of St. George.

Ad multos annos! Hooray!