Sunday, September 20, 2020

Tuesday, September 15, 2020

Wednesday, September 9, 2020

Three really good articles I have recently read

D.W. Lafferty does a thorough consolidation of the origins and history of LifeSiteNews. I very much agree with his conclusion:

"Practical efforts to make a real difference in the world by helping to protect unborn life would effectively be replaced by apocalyptic fantasies, dualistic thinking, and tactics that are meant to provoke antagonism. Such a movement would only function for the benefit of its adherents, rather than the benefit of the unborn."

Emmett O'Regan writes about the apocalypse streamlining service, Countdown to the Kingdom, how they attempt to wash themselves of their own millenarianism.

"The authors of Countdown to the Kingdom thus attempt to bypass the charge of millenarianism by confining the doctrinal error to the idea of Jesus physically returning in the Flesh, and assert that a spiritual version of Chiliasm is an acceptable teaching that was held by the Early Church Fathers."

Rebecca Bratten Weiss writes about the latent providentialism among Catholics that has been revealed by the pandemic.

"The wave of providentialist unrest in the face of these precautions betrays a perspective on divine will and human reason that is not theologically sound or helpful.

But this type of thinking has percolated in Catholic circles for a while."

Monday, September 7, 2020

What a glorious night! The windows are wide open. I came back from a walk and the September gusts, unusually warm for a coastal B.C. night, have brought indoors the fragrance of the first dead and dried leaves being scattered out there, everywhere. The place smells like freshly cured tobacco leaves. What a strange thing: freshly cured. 

Labour Day is not the end of summer. Because summer is not constituted of vacationing from labour (or schooling). This is probably my favourite time of year. The cottonwoods sing about something brilliantly alive behind the blue of the sky. Some people are all eager for pumpkin spice instead of bright blue death - the weirdos. The grass is still mostly gold, except for those weirdos who insist on keeping their patches green. Peaches are still coming in from the Okanagan. And the apples, the hoards of apples sending the brix meters off the charts. Those chojuro pears! What a strange thing: crisp and juicy.

My Wicksons are small this year because I didn't thin them, but goodness, they are the best apples I've ever tasted. How can one describe the Wickson? That malty champagne burst when you bite into it - how can one bitch about the size of the apple when it sends your salivary glands for such a wild trip? When you think salivary glands, you might think sour. It's not sour that does it. It's something else, and it's definitely full-on sweet, and if you can describe it, then you're a good writer.

If you're growing beefsteak tomatoes without cover in the Fraser Valley, this season is turning out to be the idyll. The Fraser Valley is a notoriously difficult climate to ripen a good amount of beefsteaks to perfection on the vine. People often opt for cherry types. You can set a huge crop of beefsteaks, no problem, but getting them to ripen is the challenge. This season is not offering a challenge. For this Surrey native, it's pure magic.

My Dad died on a sunny summer September morning, almost a decade ago. And it was like the summer died all on in one day - though it didn't. The last thing he built was a solid foursquare wood frame, stapled with plastic, to protect the beefsteak tomatoes I was growing in the backyard. We were thinking of some weeks ahead, yet that very afternoon, right after we placed the mobile 'greenhouse' over the tomato vines, there was a terrific downpour; the first great rain you get after the long west coast drought.

My Dad stood at the kitchen window and he kept saying, "We built that shelter just in time!" He kept repeating this. He said it three times.

 "We built that shelter just in time!"

Sunday, September 6, 2020

Sunday, August 23, 2020

Thursday, August 20, 2020

Wednesday, August 19, 2020

Tuesday, August 18, 2020

Sunday, August 16, 2020

Monday, August 10, 2020

Friday, August 7, 2020

Monday, August 3, 2020

2017


Late fall there were red huckleberries
in the forest, the which is reserved
for the prelude of summer, but mid
November they appeared, mostly insipid
and not so big; drops of blood that hovered
above the stump culture, in compensation
for their earlier drought termination.

Down the path a couple who drew
near, saying, "There's still some left!"
and more surprised to hear, "These are new",
remarked on the unseasonal warmth of the year
and continued on. Every one of them
had to be plucked, for a reason like to
courtesy, an adult accepting the dandelion

bouquet - only the roles reversed, and alien
rubies for the weeds: like a concept of berries
given in blood, thought-rich, unharried,
out of extenuation, squeezed; like the dry
blessing in the cool church stones - to fruit in days
far ahead - at the hot pilgrimage end;
or like the Christmas blossoms of the haw

from the staff of Joseph of Arimatheia.

Sunday, August 2, 2020

Thursday, July 30, 2020

Remember the days when certain Christian conservatives harboured panicky fears about Gays going around and poking people with AIDS infected needles? Remember the fears of them spreading "their" disease through toilets and such?

It was proven to be a disease spread through sexual transmission, yet that didn't prevent many a conservative from treating them as lepers, given a wide berth of social distancing, lest one, or one's children, contracted AIDS.

The conservative cultural consensus was something like, "You need to keep your distance lest you infect us with the disease of your licentiousness!"

Anyways, welcome to 2020! In which a highly infectious, deadly, and incapacitating (to many of those who recover) disease spread through air droplets and surface contamination, and which can be prevented through simple effective ways, is met by those same conservatives with, "Look, buddy, we all die, alright? My pride and freedom licentiousness says I won't take preventative measures for your sake!"

Monday, July 27, 2020


Things are never so clear as when your status as spectator is removed. The propensity to think of clarity as "seeing the clear picture" implies being outside of the picture, and this carries the inevitable drawback of sectarianism as the default, the automatic go-to, for attaining clarity. But that is a totally false clarity. It's also incredibly cheap, like it was something you possessed.

The supposition is that we merely need this spectator clarity as pure stasis and by some magical osmosis it will rub off onto everything else inducing the right orientation and we will go right, we will be converted, the good will prevail. This is totally juvenile, and it only generates confusion and violence; for it ossifies one's capacity to be receptive to reality. Moreover, it makes the Gospel into something false and fragile, and so people reject it. Because one has fallen for the idol of certainty (with all its concomitant conspiricism), which is always cheaply bought, one is incapable of spreading the Gospel.

The sectarian stumping about for clarity is not interested in real clarity. Insofar that true clarity removes one's status as spectator, clarity provokes passion. True clarity stirs up. And that is not what the sectarians are interested in, not for themselves - not in the least.

Eight minutes and forty six seconds of video opened up something in people, and I think it is this: their status as spectator was removed. And those that cling to spectator status as their substitute clarity have been thrown into confusion. They project their confusion and inner chaos onto those who have accepted their status as spectator being removed. Hence, BLM's "tenets" (LOL) are "Marxist" and seek to "destroy the nuclear family", and so on and so forth, bippity boppity boo.

It's most unfortunate for them, to regard themselves as having the fullness of truth.