Friday, December 18, 2009

"Merry Marketing"

Read this in the Wall Street Journal this morning and had to share it with y'all. It's muy bueno. Theory: the author and Reverend Know-It-All are brothers. Their sense of humor is identical to a fault.

Merry Marketing
By Fr. James Martin, S.J.
And this year what's been irking me are the slogans that companies are deploying in their December ad campaigns that hope to have it both ways: They're using religious themes without actually being religious. Call it faith-based advertising.

[...]The cover of the Land's End catalog, which is bursting with preppy families who apparently divide their time between laughing dementedly, drinking steaming mugs of hot chocolate and petting horses, says: "Make it Merry!" Make what merry? Celebrating the birth of Christ or petting a horse? 


Read the full article here.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

the sun without the rain

Such an adorable song.
Makes you want to just blubber with cuteness.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

just a cage of rib bones

To love at all is to be vulnerable.


Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken.




If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal.



Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.



But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.
--C.S. Lewis

Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone.  

--C.S. Lewis

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

where you go; i go

The swan, like the soul of the poet, by the dull world is ill understood. 
--Heine


I love swans. I just love them. I was sitting around pondering them and their beauties today. Just look at them. They're gorgeous, graceful creatures. They look delicate, demure, and feminine.

Yet lying dormant within them are reservoirs of titanic strength that they draw on to fly over 2000 miles.

That's strength. It's a beautiful sort of strength. A strong, quiet type of strength-shy, demure, quiet. Not brash, demanding attention, but simply doing what needs to be done without fuss or complaint. That's the kind of strong I strive/hope/wish/want to be.



And when they find their swan soul-mate, they stick with them for life.
Faithful through thick 'n' thin.
That's a tough, true sort of love.



There's a double beauty whenever a swan swims on a lake with her double thereon. 
--Thomas Hood