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CHICAGO NEIGHBORHOOD OF THE DAY
Washington Heights.

WORD OF THE DAY
Sapid.

NEWS OF THE DAY
The New York Times: Pope Makes Appearance but Is Unable to Speak.

PICTURE OF THE DAY
Easter lily. Photo.net.

QUESTION OF THE DAY
What is the most important/sacred day/event for you each year?

COMMENTS
– Happy Easter to all of you!
– I’m in a hurry… I usually try to attend church during the Octave of Easter (the first eight days of Easter), but I usually sleep through the first. Today is an exception.

My comments are down. I don’t know why this is, but I’ll contact Enetation about it.

Thanks for your patience.

~ Connor

If I wished to overwhelm a friend with sensation and impose upon them a Christianity fueled by passion, sincerity, and depth, then I would take them to the Catholic Easter Triduum. The sounds, the visions, the interplay of light and shadow, the fragrant odor of spice and smoke floating through the air as if God is squeezing divine sweat through the pores in the wood of the pews, and most of all, the charged and melancholy stillness of the air… the breathlessness of so many people, sitting, standing, kneeling.

The Blog Hunt continues…

This week I brink you Charles’ blog, Job 21:3 – http://job21-3.blogspot.com/. Charles is from Nebraska near Omaha, and he writes on a variety of topics, with particular emphasis on religion. I found Job 21:3 while looking for blogs from Nebraska, and was delighted by this blogs humor, warmth, and insight.

COMMENTS
– For comments on why I didn’t post yesterday, consult “Vernaltide 1” below.
– For Vernaltide (as explained in Gothic Funk Manifesto #2), I’d intended to go on an all-night walk (specifically from 5:49 PM – 6:15 AM), but after a ninety minute nap after work, I decided I was just a little too tired and it was just a little too cold for the expedition.

It really is.

Really.

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It’s been a long time, my friend.

First, don’t worry. They’ll gloss over this. They won’t understand what I’m saying. It’s all white noise to them. Virtually everything is lost when you don’t understand the context, and people care too little to spend time and energy to try and discover what doesn’t come easily.

Imagine this, if you will… place it at any point during the last half of the third debate, as part of Kerry’s reponse to virtually any question. Proper execution would have mandated “breaking the rules” by making direct eye contact with Bush and holding, but then, such disregard of convention is typical of those who do not flip-flop:

JOHN KERRY: Mr.

A close friend (well, okay, my mother) wrote me this morning and asked what I thought of the Terri Schiavo case, whether my conversion to Catholicism had impacted my opinion, and suggested I might blog on the subject.

In keeping with the spirit with the beginning of Spring, I’m not going to do any background research, but write from the gut with accumulated fragments of context.

Let’s start with the internet.

Myself and two others have had internential crises in the last weekend, and they haven’t been pretty.

Mine has probably been the most gentle of the three, and the worst was an absolute doozy. I don’t feel at liberty to share the details of the others’; I only bring them up to illustrate the workings of the Law of Threes in our lives, that things change for the better and the worse when winter moves into spring, and to backhandedly suggest that we, as humans, are naturally lazy, and tend to take the collusion of opportunity and comfort for granted.