Tuesday, March 23, 2010
And....we're back!!
Less than two years after the last post. Due not to popular demand but rather to an NCAA overtime loss-created free time, we are thinking about getting this thing up and going again. that's the hope, any way.
You Cannot Be Serious
John McEnroe said it best when describing National Car Rental's excellent service. I said to to myself, in his voice, of course, when reading this article about the horrendous Wake School Board decision coming later today. Really, Dallas Woodhouse? It is time for the community to just accept these actions?? I am sure you are preaching the same message to the small number of people still protesting the passage of health care reform and calling for Nancy Pelosi's head (may be literal, may be figurative). There is a special place in hell for people like you.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Back and Better Than Ever
All of our excuses have run out. The wedding was beautiful and the legislature is out of session. I guess that means its time to get back to the blogging thing.
I think SebMan is thinking of ways to make the blog bigger and better and more interesting to the masses. I'm going to start blogging about one of my new-ish interests--bread baking. Perhaps inspired by all of the many food blogs out there, I want people to realize that home baking bread might take a little time and effort, but the end result is so much better than anything you can find at a supermarket. Because of my 9-5 (or 6), I can really only bake on the weekend. But my goal is to bake a new kind of bread each week and to write about it.
And there will, of course, be plenty of political analysis as November draws nearer.
I think SebMan is thinking of ways to make the blog bigger and better and more interesting to the masses. I'm going to start blogging about one of my new-ish interests--bread baking. Perhaps inspired by all of the many food blogs out there, I want people to realize that home baking bread might take a little time and effort, but the end result is so much better than anything you can find at a supermarket. Because of my 9-5 (or 6), I can really only bake on the weekend. But my goal is to bake a new kind of bread each week and to write about it.
And there will, of course, be plenty of political analysis as November draws nearer.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Amen!!
As a recovering Catholic, this headline and byline in the N&O this morning brought a grin to my face:
Catholic Teens Feel Guilt's Tug Weaken; Study finds shame losing its traction
According to a new study by UNC social scientists, Catholic teens feel no more guilty than their Protestant counterparts when it comes to lying, cheating on exams, and the like. The author of the article suggests this could be due to increased integration of Catholics, and a decreased enrollment in Catholic schools.
Don't get me wrong, I don't think that having teens with a less of a conscience in our society us a good thing. But as a child that had "Catholic guilt" even when I wasn't going to Mass that often, I think that guilt and shame should not be the primary emotion guiding people, young or old. Rather, it should be love of goodwill toward ourselves and others. Just another example of society progressing. Will the Church also?
Catholic Teens Feel Guilt's Tug Weaken; Study finds shame losing its traction
According to a new study by UNC social scientists, Catholic teens feel no more guilty than their Protestant counterparts when it comes to lying, cheating on exams, and the like. The author of the article suggests this could be due to increased integration of Catholics, and a decreased enrollment in Catholic schools.
Don't get me wrong, I don't think that having teens with a less of a conscience in our society us a good thing. But as a child that had "Catholic guilt" even when I wasn't going to Mass that often, I think that guilt and shame should not be the primary emotion guiding people, young or old. Rather, it should be love of goodwill toward ourselves and others. Just another example of society progressing. Will the Church also?
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Random notes
Is Ron Paul running for President of Second Life?
Small Town will never sound the same to Hillary Clinton again.
Hey look it's a guy in a church, praising Louis Farrakhan, but funny how Hillary doesn't condemn Ed Rendell's being that guy. Isn't it?
Small Town will never sound the same to Hillary Clinton again.
Hey look it's a guy in a church, praising Louis Farrakhan, but funny how Hillary doesn't condemn Ed Rendell's being that guy. Isn't it?
Friday, April 18, 2008
Just felt the need to repost this from Lean Forward
Memorial Day will be coming soon, and I'll probably be too busy to write then, H-girl and I getting married, so I'm re-posting this from my days as a bachelor blogger. Mainly, because it still bring tears to my eyes, I can only thank God that I was given the impulse to write such a thing:
Honor, and 58 years
For the last several months, I've been trying to put into words my emotions upon learning of another soldier's death in Iraq. But each time, I could not find clarity and elegance enough to meet the challenge of expressing my condolences and sorrow. Unfortunately, now the dying is continuing, and I have had time to reflect and though maybe this is not clear or elegant, I hope it is not too late.
My grandfather, Henry McKellar, won the Silver Star in World War II. One of the highest honors in our military, Henry received it as a medic, killed in the line of fire while trying to save the life of another soldier. And it is an honor to be his grandson, an honor to know how far his commitment to this country would take him.
I was lucky to have a grandmother who could bring him to life for me through her stories and her obvious love for him. As a result, I do feel like I know him, even though he died nearly 30 years before I was born.
Still, war, a decision made from above, whether just or not, takes a life with such immediacy and throws it's living victims into an abandoned new world of uncertainty. The cold, hard reality is that at one moment, Henry was braving fire to save a fallen comrade, and the next he was stricken by death's grip. In that moment, according to the social construct of "war", my grandfather entered the world of "honor" and "courage." But to us, grandaddy just left this world. He never held his wife or daughter again, he never reached down to take the hand of one his grandsons, nor did he set foot on his native soil of South Carolina.
And in his death's wake, were left my grandmother and my mother - then 3 years old. The sum total of the devastation that Henry's death caused my family can be summed up simply...58 years.
That's how many years my grandmother lived without the love of her life, that's how long she had to mourn. How long my mother had to live with a family no longer whole. Not a day went by that either didn't think about him. Both have given me much to love, but the truth is, I never knew the women they might have been, just as I never knew the man my grandfather would have been. "Honor", frankly, is a grossly inadequate substitute for the possibility of life's future. And the lost love that remains after a loved-one dies early, while strong, sears the heart as much as warms it.
My grandmother had the courage to live the life she had, she taught school for 30 years, she raised a very strong mother in her own right, she found ways to make the lives of others brighter by baking cookies, growing flowers, and demonstrating her wealthy appettite for living. But grammommy lived to her last day tragically apart from the life she had hoped to lead with Henry.
There are monuments to the war dead in almost every town in America, such is war's reach. It spreads, certainly not evenly, but thoroughly across the land. These monuments and salutes to the honor and courage of the fallen which are offered up, as they ought to be, as a salve to the bitter sting of short lives and tragic deaths.
However, we should not let our honoring cause us to leave unrecognized the sacrifice left behind. Leaders of every war have sought to bolster support for this carnage, by reminding us to pay homage to the fallen. However, the fallen are only part of war's lost.
The rest are symbolized, not by body counts, nor by monuments. Instead, they are living in a world that has been so completely, utterly and profoundly changed - a new struggling growth from a barren field of possibilities immolated by the stinging heat of loss.
In 58 years of mourning, my grandmother honored her husband, her love, and she did it with pride and grace.
But, make no mistake, it was a sentence. With each death abroad, comes imprisonment at home. Children never know their parents, parents never see their grandchildren, and the spouse faces the cruelest fate of war - making life work now that the person they had intended to make it with has been taken by decisions out of their control.
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