Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Better question: Have any of you not heard of The Golden Compass?
One thing that just makes me laugh at the guy who wrote this book: he thinks he's being so clever and scandalous because he kills God.
The Romans beat you to it, honey. And guess what happened?
To paraphrase Lloyd Douglas in his book The Robe: "It is difficult to exterminate a people who refuse to stay dead when they are killed."
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Instead, I dive into his Poetics and find what is essentially a "How to Write a Book" manual. I never would have expected Aristotle to say something like, "For even if the person being imitated is inconsistent and that is the sort of character he displays, still he must be consistently inconsistent."
Pardon me while I run about in circles squealing with delight. Aristotle is SO COOL!
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
But I digress. We were discussing "Alcestis" and J. pointed out the passage where the Boy (son of Alcestis) bewails his mother's death as a cruel stroke of fate, whereas in truth there were a complex series of choices leading up to her death that were beyond the little boy's ken. J. compared this scene to the final passage where Admetus, with his wife brought back from the dead, exclaims over his good luck. The Chorus follows this with:
Many are the forms of what is unknown.
Much that the gods achieve is surprise.
What we look for does not come to pass;
God finds a way for what none foresaw.
God finds a way for what none foresaw. How is it that something written in 438 BC can smack a modern Catholic right between the eyes with its profundity?
The point J. made is that Admetus is like a child compared to the gods. He looks at a circumstance and calls it only luck or blind chance, when in truth there is a purpose behind it all that he cannot see. For all the centuries separating us I don't think we're too unlike Admetus. We do not foresee the way that God will work. At least I know I don't.
You'd think that after 2,500 years we'd start to have a little more faith.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Me: DVDs weren't invented yet. If they'd waited to invent DVDs before they made movies, our childhoods would have been very boring.
Sister: Yeah, but still.
Me: What can I say? We were born into a benighted era.
Sister: We would have had to spend all our time playing with cornhusk dolls.
Friday, November 23, 2007
There were about two dozen
People there with me.
Then something happened
The King of Kings came.
Because a gray-haired
Priest said, “This is my body”
For that the King came.
He came in glory
To two dozen people in
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Me: All the trucks! The trucks need to be smitten! God, smite all the trucks off the face of the earth!
Mom: Then how will we get fruit and stuff?
Me: I don't know. God will figure it out.
Me: WHERE DID THIS TRUCK COME FROM?! GOD, I TOLD YOU TO SMITE IT!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
-being unable to take one's own advice
-ille v. hoc
-the abortion clinic
-The Great American Novel
-store-bought versus homemade
-how we call things "gods" without really meaning it
-the f word
-[the expressions 'ye gods' and 'fie' cropped up regularly throughout the rest of the conversation]
-Carthagenian (the language)
-the subjuctive in Spanish
-semi-deponent verbs (in Latin)
-my Spanish class
-the American and British pronunciations of the word "schedule"
-how I have a tendency to go off on tangents
-how your perspective changes over the years--a character in a book who seemed so old and mature 10 years ago is a baby now
-we are crazy
-we are psychic
-we are writing stories and talk to the characters in our heads
-we are crazy
-some stuff about real-life people that I won't blog
-how there's a Pirates quote for every occasion
Are we not awesome?
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Being college students, we use any excuse to celebrate, and an 18 Party seemed just the thing to break the monotony of studying. So we made plans to catch a bus down to Bob Evans after Mass.
It took us a good 20 minutes of standing at the bus stop in the cold before we realized that the busses do not run on Sundays.
So we began the walk from the top of the hill to downtown Steubenville. Rebekah led the way. Although I have been to the Steubenville Bob Evans several times and Rebekah, poor deprived thing, has never set foot in any Bob Evans, I was far less sure of the way than she. I am using the excuse that I have always gone by car and things really do look different as you are trudging along the sidewalk with frozen fingers because the San Diegan remembered to bring gloves and you did not.
But I digress...we arrived at the restaurant around 1:00, thereby avoiding the lunch rush (silver lining, folks) and were seated almost immediately. The food was absolutely delicious, and the conversation was also pleasant, although now Rebekah knows that I'm a Trekkie. Apparently I don't look like a Trekkie. What do Trekkies look like?
The walk back seemed far shorter than the walk there, in part because I now knew where I was going and in part because it was in fact shorter--someone happened to be going up the hill just as we were starting that long journey and offered us a ride.
Such was my birthday celebration. I spent the remainder of the afternoon studying for a test tomorrow.
Given the subject of this post, I think I would be quite remiss if I didn't end by wishing a very happy birthday to Dr. Coyle. This is the week for birthdays, it seems (Rebekah's theory is that it's nine months after Valentine's Day).
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Like this morning, I went to Pittsburgh and prayed outside an abortion clinic for two hours. I think I expected it to be a little more remarkable, but really there aren't any overall impressions I have of it, except of course that it was rather wretchedly cold.
I realized this evening that the reason I felt like nothing happened was because no one really noticed us. There were a couple dozen people who walked past us standing there in the middle of the sidewalk but nobody stopped. Hardly anybody even looked.
The only person who took any real notice was about 4 years old. I'll say "he", though I don't know boy or girl because little kids really sound the same and he and his mother were walking along behind me. Anyway...as this little kid is walking past he says, "What are they doing?" in this astonished little voice and his mother says quickly, "They're praying to end abortion." and then they walk on past. I imagine there was a long question-and-answer session on the way home.
Why is it that everybody else just went right past? Did any of those people, walking along downtown Pittsburgh on a Saturday morning, allow themselves to ask, "What are they doing?"
Are they afraid of the answer?
Friday, November 16, 2007
I love days when it is not quite cold enough to need gloves or a hat, but cold enough that hot cocoa is like drinking heaven.
There is no deep conclusion to this. I'm just happy. I like November. This month and I were made for each other.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
What is this secret, that little ones know and we don't? Along with Chesterton, I think that perhaps the greatest mystery of God is His mirth. It is perhaps a little strange to think of a God who laughs, but why not?
The mystery that little ones have....A couple of weeks ago I was watching 2 toddlers. One stole a toy from her brother and he tried to get it back. They began chasing each other around the room, and a few moments later they were laughing. It had become a game.
Children cry more than adults do, and their sorrows are often very little. But they also laugh more than adults do, and over smaller things. There was another time I was watching the same little girl and we spent a solid ten minutes playing a spontaneous game: she would stand behind me. I would turn and look at her. She would laugh and then run around behind me, and the game would start over. It was great fun and by the end of it we were both laughing.
Perhaps that is the mystery of the kingdom, the thing that we are too wise to understand. We do not understand that it is a Godly thing to know how to laugh.
Some days I want to go back to bed and start over.
Some days I want to go back to bed and stay there.
I've got this idea that I oughtn't to have bad days. I mean, I have an awesome God who loves me. I have a thousand other things to be thankful for (yes I am ending a sentence with a preposition). When I think of how hard I prayed so that God would make a way for me to come here (and He did!) it seems like I should never have those days when I just want to go home.
But I do. I have days when I cry for no reason at all. I am a teenage girl, do I need a reason?
Even on those days, though, I don't despair. I might be sad, I might in fact be pretty miserable, but I go where I need to go and I do what I need to do even when I really don't want to (look, another dangling preposition).
I can't see how I'm doing God's work. I don't know. He does. I am walking in the dark because Someone whom I love has taken my hand and asked me to follow Him. So I do.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Updates as events warrant.
UPDATE: Beyond Domremy is now online! Now I shall have to call her the Greek Geek/Durnhelm, and my other 3 readers can be mightily confused.
I'm getting all tingly. A blog by the Greek Geek? This is going to be good.
beyond all expectation
he reaches sometimes evil,
and sometimes good.
If he honors the laws of earth
and the justice of the gods...
Me: This is what I was saying earlier, about how you need an authority above reason. That's so Christian. I'm sorry, I don't mean to bring Christianity into the discussion*, but it amazes me how when Christ came they were so ready.
Dr. S: It's true. And why the Greeks? Why right there and right then? How do you explain that except by the Providence of God working in human history?
*We have been told previously to confine our discussions to what the author could have meant--and in 400 BC there was no Christianity.
I go to Mass pretty much daily. It can get routine after a while. Get up, get dressed, brush your teeth, go to Mass, eat breakfast, check your email.
I must admit that I more often think, "Hmm, I wonder what's going to be for breakfast this morning." than "Hmm, I wonder what the Lord wants to say to me this morning."
This morning as I was praying before Mass started I said, "Okay, God, I'm here and I'm listening." Then I made a special effort not to let my mind wander off during Mass. I have particular trouble with the homily--most days that's my nice little 10-minute nap.
Today, I was actually paying attention so I heard it when Father said, "We must identify ourselves with the Word in order to proclaim the little word that we've been given."
Maybe because I'm a writer, I've always had a particular devotion to Jesus as the Word. For the past year or so I've been calling myself "the little word".
Father didn't know that. God did. So, just a bit of friendly advice: if you ask God to touch you, make sure you mean it because He probably will.
I must thank Scott also for giving me the link to the Earth Destruction Advisory Board. It's very reassuring to be able to look at my sidebar and know that the Earth is still here.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
This means that those of us who are not in households get a meal and a show. Such as this morning, when diners were entertained by the AMDG intents singing "Father Abraham" while forming a human pyramid.
Monday, November 12, 2007
This evening I went to Confession. I arrived at 7:20. There were already 20 or 30 people in line. By the time confessions started at 7:30, the line was out the door.
Tomorrow morning I will go to the 6:30 Mass. It will be standing room only. One Tuesday back in September they actually ran out of the Eucharist because there were so many people.
It's hard to be weird here.
I know there will be no one reading this for a while, but I think it's fun to make the pretty posts appear (good grief, I sound silly...) so I'll post anyway.
My name is Megan, and I will be 18 on Saturday. I'm a freshman at Franciscan University of Steubenville, studying Communication Arts and Theology.
I call this blog "But I Digress" because that is the most common phrase in my emails. I am always getting off topic and having to wrench myself back to the main point. Alas, it is like that in my spiritual life as well. I will be all set to make progress in holiness, and then something will distract me and off I go. After a while God heaves a sigh, goes chasing after me, and plops me back down at the foot of the Cross.
My family consists of Mom, Dad, and Sister. They have names, of course, but this is the internet, people. We live in a smallish town in the middle of nowhere. For the purposes of this blog I will call it "the Polis". I have been studying Greek literature this semester and the polis is more than just a town. It is the whole world for its inhabitants. Since I love my hometown that much, I think the name appropriate. VERY IMPORTANT: If you should happen to know my last name and/or any part of my "permanent mailing address" (as the college applications put it), please keep these off the web. I would like to maintain a certain level of anonymity.
My two best friends are the Greek Geek and the Captain. They call themselves these things. The Greek Geek is a sophomore at a college far, far away. She likes Greeks. (All gasp in shock at this revelation.) She actually likes Romans better, but "Roman" doesn't rhyme with "geek". The Captain is a sophomore at another college even farther away (as in, on the other side of the country...wah!). She likes boats and martial arts and being an Eastern Catholic. I had no idea there were any such things as Eastern Catholics until I met her.
Such is the landscape of my life. Posts on this blog will be whatever pops into my head. Perhaps it will be profound. Perhaps it will be silly. Perhaps it will be so boring that your eyeballs bleed. I don't promise to post every day (or even every week) because I have a life and it's not blogging. This is just a way for me to organize my thoughts and have an outlet for the random things I think of. Then the poor Greek Geek will not get 5 emails a day from me, and she can focus on studying old dead guys.