A-Slippin’ An’ A-Slidin’ With His New Shoes On

In the Doc Watson bluegrass classic "Way Downtown," there’s a stanza that goes:

It was late last night when Willie came home
I heard him a-rappin’ on the door
He’s a-slippin’ an’ a-slidin’ with his new shoes on
Mamma said Willie don’t you rap no more

The line in blue may not be overly meaningful to a lot of folks today since they don’t wear shoes with leather soles, but it’s instantly intelligible if you do.

The reason is that when you buy leather-soled shoes, the leather at first is slick. It’s cured in a way that toughens it up to serve as . . . well . . . shoe leather, and the process makes it quite smooth. As a result, when you first put on a new pair of leather-soled shoes, you really have to watch your step because you’ll go slipping and sliding if you’re not careful.

It takes a day or two of walking around (particularly on asphalt and rough concrete) to get the bottoms of your shoes scuffed up enough that the slipperiness goes away. After that, you’re all set.

(Until you wear through the shoe leather and it’s time to get your shoes re-soled.)

I was put in mind of all this because on my Arizona trip my boots finally wore out. I’d already had them re-soled, and the leather on the sides had cracked where my little toe is. I’d had that patched, but on the AZ trip I hiked around so much that the patches broke and the leather ruptured in a way that made it impossible ot patch them again without the patch being obvious.

So it was time for new boots.

It had been for a while anyway, and I’d planned on getting some new ones before the Catholic Answers cruise in a couple of weeks (wouldn’t do to be going to fancy dress dinners with worn out boots!), so I went out yesterday after work and bought some.

As a result, today I was in the period where I was a-slippin’ an’ a-sliding with my new boots on.

But that’ll be over by tomorrow at the latest.

Oh, and here’s a picture for any who are curious (figgered I’d better explain them or I’d get questions when I post the next footfall mystery photo).
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A Pope Of Surprises

B16 is such a cool dude. His papacy, thus far, is shaping up as a series of refreshing surprises. He’s marking his own course as pope, either breaking with papal tradition or restoring old papal traditions that have lapsed, and thus far I’ve been really delighted with the direction he has been moving things.

F’rinstance:

Following the recent Synod on the Eucharist, B16 did something unprecedented. Now, he’d already done some unprecedented things in terms of how the synod ran–allowing bishops to have "open mike" time for three minute speeches, for example, to better foster discussion amongst them–but at the close of the synod he did something really amazing.

He released the document of private recommendations that the bishops gave him regarding the Eucharist.

Y’see, normally each synod draws up a list of recommendations that are given privately to the pope. At the first few synods, that was ALL that happened. The pope got the recommendations and that was it. Then, after the Synod on Evangelization, Paul VI decided to write an apostolic exhortation (the one now known as Evangelii nuntiandi), and that became a new papal tradition. At the end of each synod the bishops would turn in their private advice to the pope and then he’d write an apostolic exhortation based on the private advice.

But this time B16 has made that private advice public.

YEE-HAW!  KEWL!

There were rumors that this might be ALL that B16 would do–that he might just release the advice and not follow up with an apostolic exhortation (despite the fact that point #1 in the advice was to ask him to write an apostolic exhortation). That’s apparently not going to be what happens. B16 has announced that he plans on offering further elaboration on the points raised by the bishops in the exhortation, so we should be getting one.

But having the advice in hand at this stage gives us a greater insight into what the pope is likely to say in the exhortation. He will go beyond what they said, offering his own personal thoughts, but we still have an unprecedented insight into what the final document will be like.

Unfortunately, the complete text of the advice is only out in Italian right now.

Fortunately, Zenit is releasing it in English in a series of parts over the next few days (or that seems to be the plan).

The advice consists of fifty numbered "propositions" (though they’re really short passages rather than single propositions), and I’ll be taking the opportunity to comment on them as they’re released.

More later.

No Bowling For Rome

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Did you know that goldfish bowls make fish go blind? Well, Romans aren’t too sure that such a factoid is true, but it was floated in the press in Italy. Other experts posit that such bowls do not provide enough oxygen. Rather than allow Junior and his parents to discover that Jaws lives longer in an aquarium than in a goldfish bowl (presuming that such is true), Romans have outlawed the bowls altogether.

"The city of Rome has banned goldfish bowls, which animal rights activists say are cruel, and has made regular dog-walks mandatory in the Italian capital, the town’s council said on Tuesday.

"The classic spherical fish bowls are banned under a new by-law which also stops fish or other animals being given away as fairground prizes. It comes after a national law was passed to allow jail sentences for people who abandon cats or dogs.

"’It’s good to do whatever we can for our animals who in exchange for a little love fill our existence with their attention,’ said Monica Cirinna, the councilor behind the by-law.

"’The civilization of a city can also be measured by this,’ she told Rome daily Il Messaggero."

GET THE STORY.

The civilization of a city depends on the welfare of its goldfish? I do hope that Romans sleep easier knowing that their elected officials have made the streets of Rome safe for goldfish.

Rod Dreher Has A Really Good Op-Ed Piece

It’s about President Bush and how a tipping point has been reached with the nomination of Harriet Miers.

Bush has, frankly, bungled an awful lot of stuff, and conservatives have been extremely forgiving of this on the promise that Bush would appoint justices in the mold of Scalia and Thomas.

Now that Bush has welshed on that promise, a whole lot of unforgiving is going on. If Bush doesn’t fix matters right quick, he’s in deep trouble.

EXCERPT:

American conservatism is in crisis at the moment because the bizarre Harriet Miers nomination imposed a surreality check on the right, forcing us to consider just how much nonsense we had gone along with for the sake of party discipline.

Where to start? With the LBJ-level spending? The signing of the McCain-Feingold campaign finance bill, which candidate Bush had denounced as unconstitutional? The race-preferences sellout in the University of Michigan cases?

There was also the cynical use of the federal marriage amendment, which the administration dropped after turning out the social conservative vote in 2004. And grass-roots conservatives cite the president’s intent to liberalize immigration policy with Mexico.

Then there is the Iraq quagmire, which, even if initially a worthy cause, has become a rolling disaster.

On top of this came the Katrina debacle, which further damaged conservatism’s claim to competent governance.

Conservatives, consciously or not, looked the other way for far too long, mostly because we felt it important to back the president in wartime and because nothing was more important to the various tribes of Red State Nation than recapturing the Supreme Court. For the first time in a generation, a conservative Republican president and a Republican majority in the Senate made that dream a real possibility.

Whatever else Mr. Bush might fumble, we trusted him to get that right.

Instead, he gave us a crony pick of no extraordinary constitutional expertise or discernible vision, except for love of Our Lord and George W. Bush, and support for racial preferences. This is what we drank the Rovian Kool-Aid for? The Miers selection was no isolated incident, but the tipping point in a series of betrayals.

I’d like to say that I agree with every word in Rod’s piece, though there are two things I don’t.

I, for one, never drank any Rovian Kool-Aid. I’ve been willing to ignore Mr. Bush’s flaws in order to get good Supreme Court nominees, but that’s not the same thing.

I also have to disagree with a specific word in this statement:

Mr. Bush has
alienated both a significant portion of his base and all of his
opposition, so he cannot hope to triangulate his way out of this one.
With his political blood in the water and toothsome challenges making
ever-tighter circles around his presidency, Mr. Bush should give his
mutinous mates a reason to toss him a life preserver.

This is almost entirely correct, but one word is wrong: toothsome. "Toothsome" means "delicious, agreeable, or attractive" (as in "a toothsome dinner" or "a toothsome wench").

Rod means "toothy." Other than that he’s on target.

One thing I definitely agree with is this:

Conservatism
is in an unhappy place now, but the movement is still bristling with
intellectual ferment and ideological confidence and is beginning to
look past the Bush era to new leadership.

Truth to tell, Mr. Bush needs conservatives a lot more than conservatives need him.

Darn, tootin’!

Suck it up and fly right, Mr. President! Swallow your peevish pride, can the Miers nomination, give us what you promised, and get back to business!

GET THE STORY.

Keep Your UN Off My Internet (Part 2)

The Bush administration deserves a lot of kicking for the Harriet Miers nomination, but there’s one thing it’s doing right at present: Taking a firm line against internationalist yahoos who want to seize control of the Internet and give it to the most hypocritical, corrupt, ineffectual political body on the planet . . . the United Nations.

EXCERPTS:

Three lawmakers in the U.S. House of Representatives called on Friday for the Internet’s core infrastructure to remain under U.S. control, echoing similar language introduced in the Senate earlier this week.

The resolution, introduced by two Republicans and one Democrat, aims to line up Congress firmly behind the Bush administration as it heads for a showdown with much of the rest of the world over control of the global computer network.

"Turning the Internet over to countries with problematic human-rights records, muted free-speech laws, and questionable taxation practices will prevent the Internet from remaining the thriving medium it has become today," said California Republican Rep. John Doolittle in a statement.

Countries including Brazil and Iran want an international body to oversee the addressing system that guides traffic across the Internet, which is currently overseen by a California nonprofit body that answers to the U.S. Department of Commerce.

The European Union withdrew its support of the current system last month, and the issue is expected to come to a head at a U.N. summit meeting in Tunisia in November.

The Bush administration has made clear that it intends to maintain control.

What would the consequences be if we don’t hand over our Internet to the UN?

 

If a settlement is not reached, Internet users in different parts of the globe could potentially wind up at different Web sites when they type an address into their browsers.

And that would be unfortunate for people in other countries, but it’d be nothing compared to what would happen if control of the Internet were ceded to UN kleptocrats so that it could be turned into the same kind of sterling success as every other project the United Nations has touched in recent years.

U.S. lawmakers have backed the Bush administration’s stance, arguing that a U.N. group would stifle innovation with excessive bureaucracy and enable repressive regimes to curtail free expression online.

Amen to that!

GET THE STORY.

 

Harriert Miers: Not A Catholic.

Harriet_miersOkay, y’know how Harriet Miers is a fallen-away Catholic who became a born again Evangelical?

NOT!

I mean, she’s an Evangelical alright, but it turns out that (despite claims to the contrary) she was never a Catholic.

Catholic News Agency is reporting:


The Diocese of Dallas has confirmed that Supreme Court nominee Harriet Miers is not Catholic; neither did she receive any of the sacraments of initiation in the Catholic Church.


The diocese reviewed its records after the media reported that the longtime Dallas lawyer reported that she had attended Catholic mass as a child. Acquaintances of Miers had also said she worshipped as a Catholic and attended Episcopalian and Presbyterian services.

So the good news is that we don’t have to worry about Harriet Miers having turned her back on the true Church.

The bad news is that she also isn’t a member of it (at present).

GET THE STORY.

One Nation Under … Christ?

It’s 1860 all over again … if Cory Burnell and his group Christian Exodus have anything to say about it. You’ve heard Revelation 18:4 ("Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins") used in reference to the Catholic Church, right? Mr. Burnell’s group has identified a different woman who should be abandoned.

The United States.

"Cory Burnell wants to set up a Christian nation within the United States where abortion is illegal, gay marriage is banned, schools cannot teach evolution, children can pray to Jesus in public schools and the Ten Commandments are posted publicly.

"To that end, Burnell, 29, left the Republican Party, moved from California and founded Christian Exodus two years ago with the goal of redirecting the United States by ‘redeeming’ one state at a time.

"First up for redemption is South Carolina.

"Burnell hopes to move 2,500 Christians into the northern part of the state by next year and to persuade tens of thousands to relocate by 2016. His goal is to fill the state legislature with ‘Christian constitutionalists.’

[…]

"Burnell picked South Carolina partly for its Christian majority and conservative politics.

"’Historically, Southerners do have a states’ rights mentality,’ he said. ‘Christians in the North are experiencing the most liberalism, or you could say persecution.’"

GET THE STORY.

Uh huh.

One of these days I’m going to write that essay I’ve been thinking about on the evangelistic value of silence. One of the major points of that essay will be to discuss how credibility can be destroyed when someone makes public an "outside-the-box" pet brainstorm that, as they say on "Saturday Night Live," is not yet ready for primetime.

The Monster That Challenged The WorldImperial County!

Monster_that_challenged_the_worldI thought I’d wrap up my series on the Salton Sea by mentioning my favorite movie about the Salton Sea.

No, it ain’t The Salton Sea starring Johnny Depp.

It’s a film called The Monster That Challenged The World starring . . .  well, nobody, really.

It does have the weaselly-voiced Hans Conried (below), better known for playing weaselly-voiced characters on Rocky & Bullwinkle (he was Snidley Whiplash) and other cartoons, but he ain’t the star.

The star, as in any 1950s sci-fi B-movie, is the monster (left).

The premise is that some kind of prehistoric snail eggs buried below the bottom of the Salton Sea have been exposed to . . . (are you ready?) . . . atomic radiation and hatched and released semi-snail monsters of unusual size who may well . . . (are you ready?) . . . CHALLENGE THE WORLD!

Though in the film they never really get past challenging part of Imperial County.

Hans_conried_challenges_the_worldThe flims was made in 1957 when they were trying to pass the Salton Sea off as a resort area for wealthy tourists.

Why wealthy tourists weren’t attracted to the area by tales of giant radioactive snail monsters, I don’t know.

That’s certainly one of the reasons that I went there!

The movie was filmed on-location (for the most part), though in one scene they do try to pass off the beach on Catalina Island as the beach for the Salton Sea (that dog won’t hunt!). They also go to the destert town of Brawley, but most of the action is filmed right there at the wondrous, slime-filled Salton Sea!

YEE-HAW!!!

It’s ’50s sci-fi camp in all its black-and-white glory!

GET THE MOVIE!

Murderous Assistant-Murderess Fired In Sacramento

Okay, so there was this drama teacher at Loretto High School in Sacramento, California. Loretto is an all-girls Catholic high school, and it employs teachers from different faith backgrounds (i.e., Catholic and non-Catholic).

It turned out that it’s drama teacher (who happens to be non-Catholic, though that doesn’t make any difference) is an assistant murderess. In other words, she helps other people commit murder.

When this was discovered by one plucky, anti-murder student at Loretto, her family got involved, reported it to the bishop–with photos as proof–and the bishop ordered that the murder-assisting drama teacher be dismissed.

GO BISH!

Now, the Sacramento Bee (the local liberal newsrag) decided to do a piece on the story outing the anti-murder family publicly and using a variety of the standard journalistic tricks to portray the family’s and the bishop’s actions as hard and unfeeling toward the assistant murderess since there are a lot of people in Sacramento (and the school) who support murder.

Her family now having been outed, the plucky anti-murder student is now free to talk about all the details on her blog–including details left out by the Bee’s sting piece.

This has attracted a lot of ugly evil whacko murder-supporters to the student’s combox.

So may I suggest that you head over yonder and

GET THE STORY

and leave the plucky anti-murder student some positive reinforcement in her combox?

GO PLUCKY ANTI-MURDER STUDENT! BEST OF LUCK TO YOU IN ALL YOUR EFFORTS!

(Oh, and CHT to the reader who e-mailed!)

The Mound. . . . Found!

During his life, H. P. Lovecraft was an impoverished writer who at times made ends meet by "revising" (*cough*ghostwriting*cough*) stories for more literarily-challenged authors.

One of them was Zealia Bishop (nee Reed).

She hired Lovecraft to do a number of stories for her based on minimal premises or plot synopses that she provided for him. Unfortunately, she didn’t pay Lovecraft in a timely manner, and he foreswore working for her.

One of the stories he wrote for her–The Mound–is regarded as one of Lovecraft’s best. In it, as in only two other stories (At The Mountains Of Madness, The Shadow Out Of Time), he envisions an entire non-human civilization. Most remarkably, in The Mound we actually get the narrative of a human character who lives in the eldritch society for some time–rather than just an after-the-fact summary of what the culture was like.

 Though much of the tale deals with a hidden, underground civilization, The Mound is set in the town of Binger, Oklahoma. Binger ("Bing-er")–unlike Arkham and other Lovecraft locations–is a real town, just over 60 miles southwest of Oklahoma City, and it is located in the Oklahoma mound country.

The title of the story refers to one of the Indian mounds in Caddo County, Oklahoma. Specifically, it refers to a mound that Zealia Bishop mentioned to Lovecraft in her premise for the story:

There is an Indian mound near here, which is haunted by a headless ghost. Sometimes it is a woman (S. T Joshi, H. P. Lovecraft: A Life, 467).

Pretty thin for a story premise, huh! It’s also one that Lovecraft found really dull–just another ghost story. So he made up a whole non-human civilization and a 25,000-word novella was an explanation for the premise.

In the story, Lovecraft describes the location of "the mound" this way:

[It was] a huge, lone mound or small hill that rose above the plain about a third of a
mile west of the village—a mound which some thought a product of Nature, but
which others believed to be a burial-place or ceremonial dais constructed by
prehistoric tribes. This mound, the villagers said, was constantly haunted by,
two Indian figures which appeared in alternation; an old man who paced back and
forth along the top from dawn till dusk, regardless of the weather and with only
brief intervals of disappearance, and a squaw who took his place at night with a
blue-flamed torch that glimmered quite continuously till morning. When the moon
was bright the squaw’s peculiar figure could be seen fairly plainly, and over
half the villagers agreed that the apparition was headless.

Now, if you look on GPS/topographical maps of the area around Binger, Oklahoma–like the excellent Delorme Oklahoma guide–you’ll see that ther AIN’T NO mound a third of a mile west of Binger. Lovecraft made that detail up.

BUT!

If you call the officials in Binger (as I did) to track down what Bishop may have been talking about, it’s easy enough to figure out the mystery.

Mound1_1It turns out that there is indeed a mound in Caddo County, where Binger is located, that is reputed to be haunted by ghosts. It’s name is . . . (are you ready?) . . . "GHOST MOUND" (Dum! Dum! Dum!).

 Ghost Mound is more than a third of a mile west of Binger (as well as a bit north-see map to the left). It’s also not the only death-related mound in the county. There is also "Dead Woman Mound"–so named because a local found the body of a dead woman there an buried her at the site. Dead Woman Mound, though, is located father north from Binger, and as far as I know does not have ghost legends associated with it. The best evidence I have is that Zealia Bishop was referring to Ghost Mound, with perhaps an admixture of information about Dead Woman Mound.

The thing, though, is that these mounds are real. They really exist. And folks have been visiting them since Lovecraft’s time. In fact, of late they’ve been using GPS devices to go there. Here are the coordinates:

GHOST MOUND: Lat.
35.4025, Long.
-98.61306.
DEAD WOMAN MOUND: Lat.
35.47583, Long. -98.50444.

Mound2_3If I’ve read the sattelite maps correctly, this (left) is a picture of Ghost Mound.

I plan to find out for myself, though.

Y’see, I have friends in Oklahoma City, and the next time I go visit them, I plan to stop off on the way and visit Ghost Mound (and Dead Woman Mound).

Hopefully, I won’t get dragged down to the blue-litten realm of K’n-yan!

If I do, DON’T COME AFTER ME! Spare the world and unguessable horror and LEAVE THE MOUND ALONE!