Saturday, May 26, 2012

Brighter than the sun is to me

At least that's what I think she's saying....

Angelic. No matter what she's talking about.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Catholic Rap

My 8-year-old, Joe, has a new ambition: to become a rap artist. He did say that he'd do Catholic rap, and mentioned that I thought I had seen that someone had rapped the Nicene Creed once. Immediately my three oldest began to rap different prayers, the Glory Be and the Our Father. This was at dinner time to I had to make a new rule: No rapping at the dinner table.

Next I began checking out some Catholic rap, so I can be, you know, "with it, yo". I thought this one was pretty good:

This one was a little less to my liking due to the cheaper production, but still seemed like a good rap.

So now I'm covered and next week Joe will probably be back to wanting to be a video game designer.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

US Textbooks: Muslims Discovered America

Stealth jihad is happening, especially at universities. Georgetown is mentioned; big surprise.

View From Your Parish

I got an idea from an anonymous commenter last week who suggested—in jest I believe—the creation of some kind of site called View From Your Parish which would feature pictures of potato salads from church dinners and whatnot. I thought, well, that's a good idea, but maybe we should feature something a little more uplifting than potato salad. Unless, of course, the potato salad has been blessed on Holy Saturday and has some sort of halo. Otherwise what's the point of looking at potato salad if you can't have a taste.

So along comes Pinterest and I get sucked in with loads of other folks. Here's my page for View From Your Parish and I started with one picture I snapped today in St. Patrick on Bridge Street in Cleveland.

At this point you have to receive and invite to post (pin) things on Pinterest. Anyone here who wants to contribute to my View From Your Parish page, just let me know and I'll invite you via email.

If you don't want to join Pinterest you can always pray for us sore pinners. (Get it?)

I guess I'm not just a pinner. I'm a punner.