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Monthly Archives: July 2011

The Story of Temple Drake.

31-Jul-11

http://pedrocabiya.com/tag/michael-myers/ Since my return from West Virginia, where I enjoyed the comforts of modern life, the physical challenges of my cabin life I have felt more as a burden than a pleasure.  Summer is no time for physical labor or being overly responsible.  Just yesterday I brought in groceries – bread and milk and ice – […]

More Depressing Church News.

21-Jul-11

Resistencia A recent report on sexual abuse in Ireland has concluded that the hierarchy’s practices regarding sexual abuse have not changed much, with the hierarchy covering up cases two-thirds of the time, in cases from 1996 to 2007, even after new guidelines had been released.  The Vatican in particular came up for rebuke, as it apparently […]

Man-crush in Latin.

19-Jul-11

This past weekend I saw a friend I had not seen in months, and my excitement prompted my Latin-speaking friends to wonder how to say “man-crush” in Latin.  We came up with the term “adviratio,” from the new verb adviro, advirare, “to have a man-crush” or “to have a bromance.”  Floreat illa locutio.

Back Home.

19-Jul-11

I left the Rusticatio Virginiana yesterday afternoon, after several days discussing the future and mission of SALVI, an organization dedicated to living Latin; and after dinner on the road and a long conversation with a friend, I found myself just outside of Liberty, New York, around 1 a.m.  My eyes were closing involuntarily, and I […]

I am Starting to Hate This.

06-Jul-11

There are a great number of things I love about the Catskills – a friend was just enthusing to me that she could see the constellation Delphinus from my cabin, and I know that you cannot see Delphinus from everywhere in this wasteful age.  I love listening to the animals at night and the storms […]

The Sound of a Bear.

04-Jul-11

It rained most of the day yesterday, and a guest and I came out of the cabin as the skies cleared in the early evening.  As we were working putting down a bark-mulch in the garden, we heard a large animal moving through the forest – the snapping of a twig, and the swishing of […]

Thomas Merton’s Raids on the Unspeakable.

04-Jul-11

When I tried to read Thomas Merton’s Seven Storey Mountain while in college – a book compared (by the publishing trade) with Augustine’s Confessions – I was astounded to find the book self-promoting, egotistical, petty, and posturing, without a single elevated thought or even sentence that could place it with the Confessions.  This is one […]