“Difficult beauty” indeed It’s nice to wander around and see what other Episcopal churches and organizations in the area are doing… not necessarily to see how my parish compares, exactly. We have our own unique problems. Like ducks on the roof and not enough bottoms on the seats.
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Note to self – need tenor for choir, which currently consists of several ladies of a certain vintage (self included) and one ineffable bass who keeps Pep-o-mint Life Savers in his engineer boots (and clips his nails in church, alas). Tenors need apply. Off to choir practice, don’t wait up.
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No, this isn’t about vampires. Or people who swipe cool stuff from other blogs. I just wanted to be clear about that. Turns out “blogula” isn’t that original a word, according to Google. Although when I checked just now, I found that among other things, “Tabula Rasa” is a mailing list devoted to Spike, the conflicted vampire-with-a-soul (one of at least two in the world). The symmetry amuses me, and so “Blogula Rasa” it remains. And so, what we watch…
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Salt This blog I gotta read from the beginning. And it references Landover Baptist and Ship of Fools, too. Bliss. Just so we’re all in the clear, I’m a high church liberal Episcopalian. What’s all this fuss about gay bishops? We’ve had them before, we’re just being more honest about it than the rest of the world. It’s a shame that some gay clergy felt they had to wait until retirement to declare their orientation.
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Right. There is no (or very little) shame here. So the photo album for some of our recent trips is available for viewing.
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“If you don’t like it, why don’t you just leave.” I can’t even remember the first time I heard this – sometime late in grade school, I think. Sure, that’s practical for a nine-year-old, I’ll just pack up and move to another state, and Mom and Pop can follow me in the Comet with the cat and my comic books.
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Everybody has to start somewhere. The fact that the beginning will become the end makes it difficult to start; not sure why. But I need to make sense of things by getting them out there, and "out there" they shall be in more ways than three. Today's top story: Saddam to appear on the US version of "What Not To Wear." Before and after photos abound, and a disoriented and confused Saddam is told "Never wear a spider hole with that mustache – to balance out the bushiness, hie your heiney into a fully equipped underground missile silo." Tears ensue…
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“This channel is not available. Please select another channel” Phew, so to continue — the most likeley and safe food choices turn out to be both odd and unsettling. I had a BLT one day — a safe and likely bet — and it turned out to be untoasted bread, butter, no mayo, almost no lettuce and it was limp, and great hot greasy slabs of ham. May have mentioned this, but it will probably haunt my memory and dog me in my dreams. David had curry one night that was almost all right except that all the ingredients were…
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September 25th, Grassington. “…That day was a Saturday, which wasn’t the best day to arrive, since all the local buses that serve walkers only run on the weekends, and we didn’t walk on Saturday or Sunday; we explored Grassington (up a steep hill from the B and B) and got some lunch at the Dales Kitchen, then returned for some relax time. As David wasn’t feeling great, I went out later to the “supermarket,” which we would call a small neighborhood convenience market, and foraged for some stuff for sandwiches and stay-in comfort food.
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On the Train to Skipton, September 20th I added notes on the stations on the Settle-Carlisle line because they compete for prettiest railway station, and are also part of the “Most-Charming-Stile” award for stations used by English footpath walkers — heh, not really, but almost. Armathwaite Station: lovely red sandstone. Lazonby/Kirkoswald Station: more Victoriana Langwathby Station: “Brief Encounter” cafe! Appleby Station: Red brick Victorian. Yet another film set. Kirkby Stephen Station: buff stone Victorian Garsdale Station: grey stone Victorian (with chimney pots) Dent Station: high lonesome gritstone Ribblehead Station: gritstone – emerald green dales and long, black tunnels. Horton-in-Ribblesdale Station:…