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The other day, "Curt Jester" Jeff Miller read Taylor Marshall's account of how Saint Nicholas of Myra confronted the heretic Arius at the Council of Nicaea (and rearranged his dental work). Well, Jeff wished that there were a Christmas song about the event, so I obliged him:

I saw Santa punching Arius,
in Nicaea where the council met last night;
the bishops were aghast, and the bruise is gonna last:
he seized him with his left hand and then slapped him with the right;
Now the Emperor's pursuing Nicholas,
and wants to put him in a prison cell;
Probably neither will repent 'til their wrath is fully spent
and the heresy's condemned to hell.

The noted Latinist (and noted quirky personality) Fr. Reginald Foster, O.C.D., appeared in his regular feature on Vatican Radio (podcast link) Friday. Since Pope Benedict is making a state visit to Germany soon, the interviewer Sr. Veronica asked Fr. Foster to describe a famous battle between the Germans and the Roman Empire.

After describing the results of the battle ("the Germans beat the pants off of them"), he went on with some funny remarks about the expressiveness of Latin:

"You can say everything marvelously: except this kind of jargon, this philosophical jargon that's going around, like how the politicians here in Italy talk, you know that kind of stuff -- ugh, that's terrible, I mean 'la realizzazione della programma... da questo piano di lavoro' - agh, shut up! ...

"If the encyclicals were written in Latin, ... you couldn't do this, because Latin doesn't allow you, y'know, just to blah blah blah, you just can't blah in Latin, which is what they're doing, you see, so they write it -- and the worst is in, well, French, Italian, you see -- and it just kind of dribbles on and on, and I'm supposed to put this dribble, dribble, and dribble into Latin! ...

"They say this crummy thing in Italian, and I said, I can say this infinitely better in Latin, and people would agree! ... At least your sentences are clear and concise, and solid as a rock, whereas these other people are dribbling, dribbling around, and blah blah blah blah -- you don't know what they're talking about.... If they would write in decent Latin, things would be different, but they refuse!"

Here's a clip with the interview.

(Hat tip to Fr. Sibley.)

Whoops!

The graphics department at EWTN stuck the "Gospa" of Medjugorje on their highlights flyer for the summer. Are they back to promoting the would-be apparition, or was it just an inadvertence?

Oh, well, it's no big deal: maybe they'll give it up if and when the Vatican finally rules the case false.

For now, I call this: putting the "Ew!" in EWTN. :-)

(h/t: semperficatholic)

A Vatican Secretariat of State press release came out over the weekend. It's a policy statement about a relatively minor matter: organizations named after Popes.

DECLARATION ON THE PROTECTION OF THE FIGURE OF THE POPE

Recent years have witnessed a great increase of affection and esteem for the person of the Holy Father. There has also been a desire to use the Pope's name in the title of universities, schools or cultural institutions, as well as associations, foundations and other groups.

In light of this fact, the Holy See hereby declares that it alone has the right to ensure the respect due to the Successors of Peter, and, therefore, to protect the figure and personal identity of the Pope from the unauthorized use of his name and/or the papal coat of arms for ends and activities which have little or nothing to do with the Catholic Church. Occasionally, in fact, attempts have been made to attribute credibility and authority to initiatives by using ecclesiastical or papal symbols and logos.

Consequently, the use of anything referring directly to the person or office of the Supreme Pontiff (his name, his picture or his coat of arms), and/or the use of the title "Pontifical", must receive previous and express authorization from the Holy See.

(emphasis added)

Here's what I find odd: that a statement from the Vatican is using a modern word such as "logo". I feel as if the word were invented practically yesterday. As it happens, "logo" only dates to 1937, which seems way too recent for an institution with 2000 years behind it.

Surely there should be some rule that the Vatican doesn't use words that aren't at least 100 years old.

Oh, man! Here's another one! Fortunately, America's Finest News Source is on hand to cover it.

No, dear advertisers of office equipment, despite your commercials on the radio, I am not going to "give the gift of productivity this Christmas".

Is there anything more contrary to the spirit of Christmas gift-giving than concerns about productivity?

Have an efficient Christmas, everybody! HO HO-- now, that's enough, get back to work.

We sang Amazing Grace today.

In the program it was "Amazon Grace"

I think someone in the parish office has been spending too much time on the Internet...

During Wednesday's Mass, the homilist said, "Are you willing to put on God's gym shorts?"

I found that an arresting expression.

"Are you willing to train?" he went on.

Okay, it's been a long time since I posted anything to Catholic Light. A really long time -- seven months, according to the blog software. I guess I got out of the blogging habit, and I've been rather disgusted with the state of affairs in the world. That's something that normally inspires me to write, but this time it's had the opposite effect. I do plan to write more frequently.

Even though I've been gone for a while, I have a request. A couple of offices in my building had a Halloween contest, and several of my colleagues and I dressed accordingly:

(click to enlarge)

Not to pat ourselves on the back, but it takes courage to dress in tights when you're working for the Nameless Entity. You can encourage this by voting in the American Apparel costume contest. Just go to the page here...

http://store.americanapparel.net/halloweenview.html?e=737

...then click the "Start Scoring" link in the upper right. You'll have to vote for a bunch of lame costumes before you get to ours. When you vote for ours, I don't want to tell you what to do -- just listen to your conscience. (Hint: your conscience wants to rate the costumes as a "5".)

The superheroes thank you for your support.

This item reminds me: if you haven't read her wickedly funny story "Good Country People", you now have an opportunity to enjoy it online.

There's a fairly new site on the web called Agnus Daily offering it up -- I mean, offering up spoofy news "stories" about Church events. Sort of a Catholic counterpart to Scott Ott's satirical site Scrappleface. I particularly like the one about the apologist for agnosticism.

How could you not laugh along with a site that offers this as a headline:

Archdiocese of Los Angeles Voted "Best Performing Arts Venue"

By the way, there's an analogous site that pokes fun that the oddities of life in the Eastern Orthodox Churches, The Onion Dome, and for Evangelical culture, Lark News. It's good that we're catching up with the separated brethren here!

Jeff Miller, the "Curt Jester", has a piece on some new church furniture you might want in your next reno.

We really have to try out some of these quaint Catholic customs from Latin America.

It's named after the northern Ontario community where it's located, but still....

Wow: Pluto's downfall is probably the biggest diss issued in public since they pulled Saint Christopher from the calendar.

Jeff Miller's ready to become an Old Solarist, but I'm looking for the political angle. What are the Democrats going to do with this? Pluto is small and eccentric, so it might be a perfect new interest group to add to the Coalition. Maybe it needs anti-discrimination laws or subsidies.

One TV reporter put it perfectly: "So this means, if you're small and different, you're dead?" The Dems have to keep that front and center, and keep asking what kind of universe we want to live in. A whole planet just fell through the Republican safety net, and -- let's face it -- the fact that we lost Pluto on George Bush's watch can count for something with the voters.

Summer is nearly here, the time of slightly cuckoo rural festivals.

Seen in Brookfield, MA on Monday.

You heard it here first.

And just for fun, here's a musical salute to the staple food of the holy days.

Twenty minutes before the evening Mass:

Director: OK, you've got the psalm refrain there...

[The text is: "Lord, you have the words of everlasting life."]

Director: I want you to make a separation before "of". I don't want to hear any "word-zuv", but "words. of." And, uh, I think let's do the same for "ever-" too, OK?

Choir member: Couldn't we slur our words in honor of St. Patrick's Day?

Want to slip out of your obligations? Just apply some WWJD-40: details at the Curt Jester.

From the BBC car show Top Gear, a nun in a monster truck.

(from Greg Bruns, via Kathy Shaidle)

The snow has started here in Boston. I hope everybody was able to stock up on bread, milk, and muffins. On Saturday afternoon, the local bakery had only four flavors left: banana walnut, carrot, raspberry-blueberry, and orange almond (who wants that?). It may be tough for a while, but we'll get through.

This guy Brad gets even with overseas senders of fraudulent e-mail scams in a delightful way: he plays dumb, spins tales, and strings them along, and even gets them to waste their time sending him photos, making elaborate and ridiculous business arrangements, and trying to meet up with him. In this example, he responds to a very hush-hush offer from someone calling himself "Benedictus XVI".

Here's an old news item: CNN tells how a Bible college in Kentucky pleaded with its phone company for months to get rid of their "666-" phone number.

"We're just elated that the number has been changed," said Rob Roy MacGregor, the college's vice president of business affairs. "It was like we had this Scarlet Letter attached to us."

Congratulations, folks.

Via Victor: the worst rendition of "O Holy Night" you've ever heard. Far worse than Cher's. I think the Army is gonna use this as a sonic crowd-control weapon: y'know, the sort of horrendous sound that turns strong men's viscera to water.

I gotta dig around and see if I can get a Leona Anderson album somewhere.

You scored as Roman Catholic. You are Roman Catholic. Church tradition and ecclesial authority are hugely important, and the most important part of worship for you is the Holy Mass. As the Mother of God, Mary is important in your theology, and as the communion of saints includes the living and the dead, you can also ask the saints to intercede for you. Roman Catholic 100% Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan 86% Neo orthodox 79% Emergent/Postmodern 43% Charismatic/Pentecostal 36% Classical Liberal 29% Fundamentalist 25% Reformed Evangelical 21% Modern Liberal 7% What's your theological worldview? created with QuizFarm.com

Still gotta work on that seven percent!

(And in case you're not familiar with the term "neo-orthodox", it refers to a Protestant school of thought associated with the 20th-century theologian Karl Barth.)

St. Dismas has been on the job in Rome lately.

Arthur of the Angry Twins gives us the top ten coming changes. I like this one:

5) On close votes, the Justices will consult a statue of St. Thomas More. If the statue weeps, they affirm; if no tears, then they reverse.

Pope Benedict had to bump out a synod session today due to a prior commitment.

You've probably seen the news story Saturday about a cardinal's leaked conclave diary. Tim the Lapped Catholic has come across some more info!

This ought to be on the disclosure forms you fill out when dealing with real estate: Is the property inhabited... by any ghosts or spirits? A restauranteur (a Chinese-American JW -- huh?) balks at moving into the building he leased because it's haunted. Is it his own fault for not getting a proper building inspection done?

I'm not worried about the price of gas; I'm going to use dollar-cost averaging.

Perhaps the worst music video ever.

Wal-Mart to offer non-denom Sunday services, says blogger "Maureen Martin".

Kudos to Tony, who has invented a new high-tech device.

The Pete Vere Quiz!

I spent the evening in the stands at Endicott College's new stadium cheering the teams on. Football? Nah, you know me: the only thing I ever liked about seeing a football game was a marching band in the half-time. That's what this was: an evening of band -- or more precisely, an eight-team competitive show of drum-and-bugle corps. The roster was pretty impressive too, with some Division I corps such as "The Crossmen" of Allentown and "The Magic of Orlando".

There's more to come in a few weeks when the national championships are held nearby in August, at the Pats' stadium in Foxborough.

At one point I was watching this group do its maneuvers on the field, with groups of musicians interleaving and all those Color Guard gals and guys waving colorful flags and ribbons and dressed in leotards, and I think I had a little flashback to the '80s. For a second, I was watching a liturgical dance offertory procession. It was triggered by the music too: something from Broadway, I don't know what.

But just as quickly the illusion passed, thank Heavens.

On Saturday at 3pm, my team will deliver our capstone project to an audience of frazzled MBA students, academics, and semi-luminaries of the DC-area business community. By 4pm, I'll have complete all the requirements for my degree.

I hope to catch up on the blogging once I'm done writing stuff about Porter's Five Forces (no Steve - "Cheese" is not one of Porter's Five Forces...), Libyan foreign investment regulations and cash flow projections...

The other CL excuses are:
RC - upgraded us to MT 3. Lots of work.
Eric - expecting baby #4.
Pete - he did the last post, so he's doing fine.
Bryan and Alex - probably trimming Chairman Meow so he maintains his lion cut for the summer...

Even a religious song can be the occasion of a mondegreen, a case of misheard lyrics. Gathering Goat Eggs has an example.

Hamdog!

I arrived early for a Byzantine liturgy on Saturday night and joined the choir practice underway. A priest was explaining that during the first gospel reading, the line "He is not here! He is risen!" is read three times, with the server's bells rung each time. A hand went up: "Father, do you think we could all make our cell phones ring then?"

Another underappreciated ministry:

A couple dressed as doctors and wearing clown outfits arrive at the Gemelli hospital where Pope John Paul II is being treated in Rome, February 4, 2005. The pair told reporters that they were children's' doctors specializing in 'smile therapy' on the hospital's children's ward and had come to cheer up the Pope. The pair, Doctor Sara Filanti, known as Doctor Doughnut and her colleague Doctor White Cabbage, were taken away by police.

Normally, I think clowns should be taken away by the police, but these two, lacking the full face-paint treatment, were only mildly freaky.

The National Shrine of our Lady Queen of the Universe in East Boston is one of the oddest religious structures around: built into a hillside, it doesn't have a church on top, but an open plaza and outdoor chapel. When you enter the building, you go down two floors to the main church, a broad auditorium, and to the Shrine's function rooms. On the same floor as the church is this locked doorway:

When I was there, the Christorama wasn't open, but I'll be back. What other well-intentioned displays of tackiness can you think of at parishes and shrines?

Actually, I think we're related!

School 'Peanut Gallery' Raises Eyebrows

Schools are requiring students who bring peanut butter sandwiches for lunch to eat at their own table to protect children who have nut allergies.

Food allergists say peanut allergies among school-aged children have doubled to 400,000 over the last five years. They can't explain the spike but said it has caused more schools to creatively accommodate allergic students.

They can't explain it? I can. The Liturgical Reforms of Vatican II are the cause of rising nut allergies. Now is the time to act! Please download and post this sign on the doors to your Church sacristy, liturgy director's office, music practice room, and the closet where they store all the stuff the art committee has made. You know, the tapestries they hang up in the sanctuary for each liturgical season because there is no reredos? You don't have that? That's great! You can pray for those of us who do.

Click to download this as a PDF,
then print with impunity!

Fortunately, this hospital web site announcing male pregnancy experiments and a "genetic choice" clinic is a spoof, and an elaborate one, by a New York artist. I wish it were funny, but since people have advocated doing just that sort of bizarrerie, the effect is a bit creepy.

George Carlin, author of "banned" book When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops?, announced that he is entering a rehab clinic for alcohol and drug addiction. He says he's addicted to wine and Vicodin. (A good, earthy red burgundy would match well with Vicodin, I think.)

Carlin's latest book was "banned" by Wal-Mart because the title was offensive to many Christians, as well as the dustcover art that showed Carlin in the place of Jesus at the Last Supper. As modern blasphemy goes, that is pretty tame: it's smirking parody, as opposed to out-and-out maliciousness. Like night follows day, a bunch of "civil libertarians" rushed to defend Carlin's right to...well, nobody's really sure which of his constitutional rights were violated. He was free to write it, his publisher was free to publish it, Christians were free to protest it, and Wal-Mart was free to reject it. Wal-Mart can't "ban" books any more than they can make war, levy taxes, or coin money — only governments can do those things.

Although he is technically too old to be a baby boomer, Carlin has followed that generation's degradation, going from gadfly commentator to intellectually bankrupt performer to grumpy, nasty old man. My parents thought George Carlin was funny and raunchy back in the '60s. In the '80s, I saw one of his HBO concerts, and I agreed that he was raunchy. As for funny, he was sporadically amusing, but the audience must have been comprised of boomers who were thinking of his old routines, because the material wasn't particularly clever or pointed.

Today, he's apparently reduced to making fun of such things as "the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree, dopey athletes and cutthroat businessmen." Here are some quotations from the book:

--Carlin on the media: The media comprises equal parts business, politics, advertising, public relations, and show business. Nice combination. Enough bull for Texas to open a chain of branch offices.
--Carlin on the battle of the sexes: Here's all you have to know about men and women: women are crazy, men are stupid. And the main reason women are crazy is that men are stupid....
--Carlin on evasive language: Just to demonstrate how far using euphemisms in language has gone, some psychologists are now actually referring to ugly people as those with "severe appearance deficits." Hey, Doctor. How's that for "denial"?
--Carlin on politics: No self-respecting politician would ever admit to working in the government. They prefer to think of themselves "serving the nation." To help visualize the service they provide the country, you may wish to picture the things that take place on a stud farm.

Keep in mind that the quotations above are supposed to whet your appetite for buying the book. This reminds me of "The Simpsons," where Bart and Milhous pick up Mad Magazine and see an article called "The Lighter Side of Hippies." "They don't care whose toes they step on!" Bart laughs. It's part of a running joke, that Mad's humor tends to be obvious and about ten minutes too late. ("They're really sockin' it to that Spiro Agnew guy again!")

When he's not trodding the same ground as a thousand other second-rate comics, Carlin takes on groups that no one else has thought to challenge, mainly because there's nothing particularly funny about doing so. He dismisses peanut allergies as a fantasy, saying that people who think they have that condition are delusional.

As it happens, my brother is highly allergic to all nuts, among other things. Wherever he goes, he has to carry an adrenaline-filled syringe in case he accidently eats food with a slight trace of nuts. If he isn't treated, his throat swells up, he turns blue and will die soon after that. I'm not offended at Carlin for insulting people like my brother. I just think it's bizarre and sad that he would resort to mocking a serious, medically verifiable, genetic condition. Is he going to mock Down Syndrome kids next? Or has he already done that?

Predictably, the prefab "controversy" over the book has brought out the best on both sides of the cultural divide. On the right, you have the folks WHO HAVE A CAPS LOCK KEY AND THEY ARENT AFRAID TO USE IT BUT THEY DONT CONCENTRAT ON GOOD SPELLIN OR PUCNTUATION. On the left, you have people like this reviewer on Amazon, who titled his review "Hey Morons and Idiots":

First off let's get one thing straight, Jesus Christ, to me, is Lord and Savoir, everything else that followed after his resurection was man done. The Catholic Church, a bunch of morons and hipocritical idiots, the Protestants, ugly women that gather to protest abortion. Methodist, them I don't have a problem with, at least the one's I know, liberal to the bone, they have methods to their love.

Unlike Rush Limbaugh's detractors, who rushed to call him a hypocrite, liar, child-abuser, forger, cross-dresser, and whatever else they could think of, I wish Mr. Carlin well and I sincerely hope he emerges from the clinic having turned his bad habits into good ones. A relative of mine had similar problems, and met with an unhappy end. I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

I do reserve the right to make jokes about it, however. He's a comedian, after all. He can take it.