6.25.2005

Danielou in Nanticoke

The following Danielou selection from "The Salvation of the Nations" fleshes out for me Addleshaw's statement that "The Incarnation is not something new."
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Of the Divine Persons, why was it the Word Who was sent forth? Why did not the Father become man? Or the Holy Ghost? This is explained to us by what Scripture, particularly the New Testament, tells us concerning the person of the Word and His relation to the Father. The Word, as His very name implies, Verbum, Logos, is the element of expression in God, whereas the Father is the element of origin and principle. The Father expresses Himself through His Word, Who is His image. As Saint Paul says in an admirable text of the Epistle to the Colossians: “(He) is the image of the invisible God.” Or again, in the Epistle to the Hebrews: “(He is) the figure of His (the Father’s) substance.” Therefore He is, as it were, an image in which God sees Himself and is pleased.

Therefore, it is natural that if, as certain Fathers of the Church have said, the Father is Silence, whereas the Word is Expression – and this is in the eternal generation of the Word, inasmuch as the Father expresses Himself eternally through His Word, prior to all creation – then it is also normal that there should be a special relation between the Word and creation. The Word is the substantial and eternal image of God. Creation is like a reflection of this image, the image of the image, as the Fathers of the Church used to say. That is what we find in the mysterious and pregnant prologue of Saint John that we read every day at Mass: “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by Him.” He was with the Father from all eternity, and it was through Him that everything was created. Or again, as Saint Paul says in the Epistle to the Colossians: “He is the first-born of every creature.” At first glance, this expression seems mysterious to us because the Word is not a creature. He exists eternally. But he is the first-born of every creature in the sense that it is through Him that all creatures were created. And that is why the Epistle to the Colossians adds: “All things were created by him and in him.”

This is very important in stressing the bond that exists between the Word and creation; that is why, when the Word came into the world to save it, Saint John was able to say: “He came unto his own” – His own domain, among His own people – “and his own knew him not.” But, at any rate, He came into His own domain. Thus, when the Word came into the world at the Incarnation, it was not by accident, as if the world had gone on without Him until then, and He had come only at that particular moment. But from its origin the world was His. It was by Him that the world had been made, it was through Him that the world was held together. In consequence, when He came into the world, He came among His own. And on this were founded the various missions of the Word in the world, through which the Word was to come in order to achieve His work, and little by little bring it to fruition.
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6.23.2005

Batman Begins

Listen to an interview with Bob Kane to discover how Batman really began.

6.22.2005

Nude as the news

I don't watch the news (I rarely watch television any longer). I rarely listen to the news on NPR or other radio stations (though I gather news via this method far more often than through any other medium). I buy the newspaper to read the comics and maybe some movie reviews; the rest goes to Abigail and then to the garbage.

Nevertheless, I am well enough acquainted with the news to wholeheartedly agree with this recent Leithart post.

Now you know why you haven't seen me on the news. My power forbids me. Anyhow, back to business...
Schism

What chance does Orthodoxy have, when Heresy tastes so good?


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For skooshje, a song...

Science Fiction by Douglas Wilson

This is my official argument in response to your cosmology post.

6.20.2005

Share

I enjoy a lot of things on the world wide web, but one of my absolute favorites is Cory Doctorow's frequent posts on copyright over at BoingBoing.

Yesterday, while plugging his new novel, Doctorow shared a Woody Guthrie quote that should become the mantra of those opposed to current U.S. copyright law...

"Publish it. Write it. Sing it. Swing to it. Yodel it. We wrote it, that's all we wanted to do."

I'm planning on buying a hard-copy of Doctorow's new novel, but anyone interested can download it for free at his website, then do whatever you want with it! I'm thinking about going to the signing at Bakka Pheonix on my birthday.

6.19.2005

All My Favorite Singers Couldn't Sing

I had been a Pavement fan for a while, but it took Matt Earl to introduce me to the Silver Jews during my student teaching experience, senior year at Houghton. Matt, a member of the Houghton soccer team, all-around popular guy, was also one of the nicest guys I knew at Houghton (Abigail always says, "oh, the elf"). During student teaching we would commiserate, and Matt always kept a bottle of whiskey under the driver seat of his old lemon of a car. Matt gave me a tape copy of the album American Water.

"We are real" is not the best song on the album, but it does contain the best single line on the album (which is the title of this post)...

You can listen to it here:

We are real (note: this is another YouSendIt link that expires in a week or 25 downloads, whichever comes first)

Due to Scott's prompting, I was over at Farmer Buie's blog and left a couple of comments, which I'll re-post here for everyone's benefit (ha!)....

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As far as rock music goes, here are a few comments from the current Bishop of Rome (dating back to when he was still Cardinal Ratzinger):

"On the one hand, there is pop music, which is cer­tainly no longer supported by the people in the ancient sense (populus). It is aimed at the phenomenon of the masses, is industrially produced, and ultimately has to be described as a cult of the banal. “Rock”, on the other hand, is the expression of elemental passions, and at rock festivals it assumes a cultic character, a form of worship, in fact, in opposition to Christian worship. People are, so to speak, released from themselves by the experience of being part of a crowd and by the emotional shock of rhythm, noise, and special lighting effects. However, in the ecstasy of having all their defenses torn down, the participants sink, as it were, beneath the elemental force of the universe. The music of the Holy Spirit’s sober ine­briation seems to have little chance when self has become a prison, the mind is a shackle, and breaking out from both appears as a true promise of redemption that can be tasted at least for a few moments."

Source: The Spirit of the Liturgy, (SF, CA: Ignatius, 2000), p. 148

Where I found it:
Milites Veritatis

"... Rock music seeks release through liberation from the personality and its responsibility ... [it is] among the anarchic ideas of freedom which today [1985] predominate more openly in the West than in the East. But that is precisely why rock music is so completely antithetical to the Christian concept of redemption and freedom, indeed its exact opposite. Hence music of this type must be excluded from the Church on principle, and not merely for aesthetic reasons, or because of restorative crankiness or historical inflexibility."

Source: Address to the XVIII International Church Music Congress in Rome, November 17, 1985, translated as "Liturgy in Church Music" in Sacred Music, Vol 112 No 4 (Winter 1985).

Where I found it: Asia Times Online

Now I'm going to go listen to some Dock Boggs and you should all do the same.

For the record:
I listen to rock music.
I love raw milk.

(I didn't include it in my original comment, but I wanted to half-heartedly tongue-in-cheek suggest that those involved in this debate are closet Papists)
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and then, my follow-up comment:
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No, I had never listened to Un-Reconstructed. I've now listened to samples available on their website. My opinion, from what I've heard now....
They are good as far as technique and present decent arrangements of 19th century songs, but... they don't have the same soul of a Dock Boggs. I can't imagine anyone writing an article like this about them.

In my opinion, there aren't too many excellent modern interpreters of Anglo-American folk music (though there are some).

If you really care about "old-timey" music, then go to the sources. We're blessed today to have readily available the efforts of early and mid twentieth century men like Alan Lomax and Mike Seeger that went into homes and prisons and countrysides and recorded real people, housewives, murderers, coal miners, singing real songs. We have these recordings, and there is no excuse to not be familiar with them, unless you were even more blessed to have these songs passed down to you by your father and your grandfather and you know them by heart. These songs were our heritage, yet we have been robbed of them, and given a platter of feces in their stead.

I'd suggest starting with Harry Smith's Anthology of American Folk Music if you're interested at all.
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I love folk music, and I'm convinced that folk's true heirs are closer to Drag City than to Rounder.

6.18.2005

Public Nudity



I laughed at today's Borgman offering, and it is funny.

But it's also sad that a climate exists in which this cartoon could be thought up.

What kind of culture produces the atmosphere in which it's deemed abnormal to provide one's child with natural sustenance while out in public?

6.17.2005

Woman's Body = Nuclear Power Plant

My family visited Messiah's Congregation in Brooklyn during our last visit to Long Island. The day we chose to visit happened to be the day of the baptism of Pastor Schlissel's granddaughter, and the gracious host invited us to a barbecue/picnic party celebration. Probably the most memorable part of the day for me was speaking of Eastern Orthodoxy with Schlissel's son-in-law, while perhaps the funniest part of the day to tell others of is that Schlissel initially thought that I was lying to him when I told him that my name is John Owen.

Schlissel is one of my favorite preachers and I have greatly appreciated his having posted over 100 sermons online at SermonAudio, where they can be downloaded for free.

My favorite is a two-part series covering the Book of Samuel, entitled "David: Covenant King."

You can get them here:

David: Covenant King (Part 1)

David: Covenant King (Part 2)

What Schlissel does in these sermons (in my opinion) is convey the Biblical text as Story. He makes plenty of applications, but never strays far from simply telling us a story. What's even more, he sounds like he's enjoying(!) his subject material, and that he himself is actually in awe of David, this man after God's own heart.

I've had these Schlissel sermons for a couple of years and I've listened to them many times, but I just listened to them again during my recent trip back from LI. I was inspired to listen to them once again because I've been reading Samuel and I just recently started listening to James Jordan's lecture series on Samuel before I left last Friday.

The passage relating Absalom's death has especially stuck with me for the past couple of weeks, and I've reflected on it often, mostly wondering about Joab.


postscript.
(The title of this post is only one of the wild, but accurate, analogies that you'll absorb if you listen to the Schlissel sermons. Enjoy!)
11 hours of party



(from left to right: Nate, Nick, Sorrentino, Parthe, Me)
(photo courtesy of Nick's disposable b&w camera)

Heart in the air

During my time at Houghton I was introduced to the music of Will Oldham through Dan Kraviewz' (sorry I probably slaughtered your last name) subscription to the SubPop singles club and, subsequently, the Imaginary Cate O'Brien's CD collection (via Ben Gallman who was convinced that she did in fact Exist).
Following leads on Oldham rarities, I struck up a friendly correspondence with a young Dutch lad named Ruben. Ruben introduced me to The Mountain Goats.

In a recent interview for the Willamette Week Online, John Darnielle (who IS the Mountain Goats) exchanges haikus with his interviewer.
For example, examining the new song "magpie" ....
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Erik Friedlander pushes this short tune along with deft mandolin work while Darnielle warns, "The magpie will come at midday and you will go down on all fours."

Q. Preparing yourself
for an ominous ending
What is the magpie?

A. Only a traitor
undresses his metaphors
As if they were whores
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Unfortunately, I can't find a copy of this song online, but Amazon has four tracks from the new album that you can listen to here.

6.09.2005

Noted

Quickly falling in love...

...with Thimble Theatre....



(I know that no one will be convinced of the strip's greatness from this one panel, but I posted it here because in the context of the story arc which it represents, it made me swell with laughter)

The (super)natural

"These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things let them break
Their hold over me"
- Tori Amos

I began reading Stephen King's Needful Things a few days ago. I have no significant insights/thoughts right now (if, in fact, I ever do), but figure I'll take this moment to link to two old King-related posts....

The King says:

and

Some thoughts on Salem’s Lot

I'm flying solo down to LI tomorrow night for an old friend's wedding reception, and I'll be driving back up in a surprise vehicle (picture sure to follow!).

6.06.2005

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A few weeks ago Abigail and I spent part of an evening rapidly browsing through about a year's worth of Speed Bump panels. Very enjoyable.

6.05.2005

Follow-up

For any interested (mostly Spike and maybe a few Purdys), here's a recording I made of the Jeff Smith lecture from TCAF. It suffers some from lacking his visual aids, but I still think that if you're interested, you'll benefit from listening to it.

Warning: This is a large file, 28.4MB

Smith Lecture

6.04.2005

30 January 2002



This is a milestone in my life. January 30th, 2002, I joined the Alliance for the Separation of School and State, and I don't regret it.

When playing a game, the goal is to win, but it is the goal that is important, not the winning. —Reiner Knizia