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Yesterday nine new priests were ordained according to the Traditional Latin Rite at the SSPX seminary in Winona, MN, Deo gratias.
* Fr. Todd Anderson
* Fr. John Bourbeau
* Fr. Daniel Dailey
* Fr. Séan Patrick Gerrity
* Fr. Michael John Goshie
* Fr. Raphaël Granges
* Fr. Patrick Sean Mackin
* Fr. Shane Carlo Pezzutti
* Fr. Thomas Aquinas, OSB
Fr. Anderson gives a first blessing to my god-daughter and her mother
"It's said that 'power corrupts', but actually it's more true that power attracts the corruptible. The sane are usually attracted by other things than power. When they do act, they think of it as service, which has limits. The tyrant, though, seeks mastery, for which he is insatiable, implacable."
-- David Brin, novelist
"The genius of you Americans is that you never make clear-cut stupid moves, only complicated stupid moves which make us wonder at the possibility that there may be something to them we are missing."
-- Gamel Abdel Nasser (1918-1970), former Egyptian president
Source
Hyundai pulled a 30-second commercial after audiences pointed out the spot demeaned symbols, actions, and events that Catholics hold dear.
The ad begins with singing in Latin, then depicts an Argentine “church” with a stained glass window of a soccer ball; later there's a soccer ball sporting a crown of thorns. Worshippers are depicted kneeling and sacramentally receiving pizza.
Hyundai said it had not anticipated the numerous objections that its insulting ad would produce.
This week after returning from a business trip to D.C. I'll be headed to Winona, MN for my annual expedition to the SSPX seminary. Nine young men will be raised from the diaconate to the priesthood, Deo gratias.
A group of us from my home chapel attend each year. It's one of the few places left on the planet where men are still being formed and ordained according to the traditional Catholic rite, so attending is a great grace and privilege.
Helmut usually gets a block of rooms at a Winona hotel and then lets friends use them. It's a courtesy he performs for his pals.
One year Helmut did me the favor of paying for my room as well: I went to the lobby to check out, but the tab had already been paid.
The next year I attempted to return the favor: I snuck down early the morning of checkout, paid for my room, and then paid for Helmut's.
Such was not to be, however: the hotel staff messed up the transaction, and instead of debiting my credit card, they credited it.
The mistake wasn't noticed until the hotel ran its end-of-week reconciliation paperwork. After the accountant noticed the error he reversed the credit. Then -- because Helmut's credit card was the one on record for having originally booked the room -- the debit was made on his credit card. We all found out about it on our end-of-month credit card statements.
Needless to say, I again thanked Helmut for his generosity. Twice in two years: that's how traditions begin...
Yesterday was day one at a new job. After 5.5 years at my old company, I accepted an offer that amounted to a promotion and a raise with another company. It's the same work, just inside different colored walls.
I took a few days off to squeeze in a few more state capitols. See the route I took here.
Today was day two on the new job, and I learned that my Razorfish supervisor and my former career manager were both let go in layoffs this morning. No telling if I would have been caught up in that, but I'd pulling a lot of bench time lately, so to my way of thinking it doesn't seem improbable that I would have been fellow #3.
Though it's tempting to take credit for having read the handwriting on the wall when I opted to change employers, the fact is I was just as surprised as the rest of the crew. On one level I can joke about how my career move now appears brilliant. In truth, however, I hadn't been looking to change jobs; rather, I just took the opportunity when a recruiter contacted me. The matter strikes me as providential and inscrutable.
Having been tagged in three layoffs of my own over the years, I told my two former colleagues that I knew how they felt and I invited them to send me their resumes.
Once I was having lunch with a crew of colleagues, including my supervisor. At some point during the meal an off-color joke was greeted with knee-slapping laughter by everyone except yours truly. "Not to your liking Sean?" I was asked. I shook my head and looked away.
When we were settling up with the waitress I pointed out that she hadn't charged me for my iced tea, only for the entree. The mistake, it turns out, was mine: I'd ordered off the lunch menu, and the price of the drink was included.
After the waitress walked away, my supervisor shook his head and said, "Sean, you make me want to vomit."
"Right," I replied. "You had a good laugh a minute ago at a crude joke, but what really makes you want to vomit is a guy being honest." The chap just looked away.
Feast of Corpus Christi
My French Traditional Catholic brethren make a pilgrimage each year from Chartres to Paris.
This year the folks at DICI produced a nice little video of the event titled "The Fight of Faith" -- see http://vimeo.com/12224782
Fr. Anderson gives a first blessing to my god-daughter and her mother
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