Friday, June 29, 2012

And when it came to G.K.C. no one really knew until afterwards, and they were all like, "Whaa!", except for one sister who said to him, "Why did you take so long?" LOL!

"But she’s not a 1st round draft pick, while these regular folks are just pew fillers. She’s not a prized turned enemy super-spy. The Church hasn’t landed an All-Star free agent from Team Atheist. But from the breathless excitement at having a new Catholic blogger (pant! pant!), and Patheos’ director of marketing (really? they have one of those?) saying her post had over 150,000 page views (ohmyohmyohmy!)… for goodness sake, it’s rather embarrassing! Imagine the reaction if someone really famous signed up for RCIA classes!. . ."

". . .How about if we leave the rejoicing at the conversion of one soul to the hosts of heaven, and us bloggers just shut the hell up?"

Good post by LarryD: The Cult of Catholic Celebritease part 1

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Medium: Pencils 6B and 2B

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Quitting Abortion Work

A group that reaches out to abortion clinic workers wishing to leave the abortion industry and offers legal, financial, spiritual and emotional support for their full transition out of the abortion industry.

That's the kind of idea that makes one ask, "Why wasn't it done before?"

Well, here they are:  And Then There Were None

Also, it's better than going to abortion clinic workers and leading them to commit sin by lying to them.

Sunday, June 17, 2012


By Pavel Chichikov

Little oak tree, sapling small
When first transplanted, thick and tall,
A challenged life you led at first,
Torrential rain, a microburst
That twisted you around your trunk
And made you lean as if dead drunk

Now a generous full shade,
A round of leaves and limbs displayed,
And yet a tiny acorn grown
Inside a sheath of leaves alone,
One green gall between two veins,
A single guest your sap sustains

Patience, child, you will grow more
And slow, the lightning waiting for 

For N. 
 By Pavel Chichikov

Though none of them draw near for days,
Leave fresh water for the guests,
Let them lap the ivory bowl,
They will come soon in summer dusk

They will come soon, that is my faith
Although the lawn is silent, waits,
The great return is what I pray
Though it may be till dusk is late

Now the rooftops lose their light
And all the streets stretch out in sleep,
But then we wait until they come,
To see them drink, and meet, and leap

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Medium: Pencils
Medium: 2B Pencil and I may have started with B

Thursday, June 14, 2012


Medium: 2B Pencil

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Friday, June 8, 2012

Medium: B pencil and charcoal


I missed The Goonies Day yesterday.

So a belated happy Goonies Day.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Monday, June 4, 2012

Max Monday

I love this photo.

The security man seems to be telling the person "no pictures", and way down the passageway beyond a number of thresholds, there is Max Beckmann's monumental unfinished Resurrection of the Dead.

Medium: Pencils 2B and 6B

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Medium: Pencils 6B, H and B

Medium: HB pencil and charcoal