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Author, software engineer, and Lay Dominican.

John Cleese

Jane and I went out to a show last night: an evening with John Cleese, who as, as expected, extremely funny. The bulk of the show was a retrospective of his life and career, with anecdotes and film clips.

If I got started talking about all of the funny bits I’d be here all night, but there were a couple of bits that I found particularly interesting. First, before working with the rest of the Pythons, John Cleese and Graham Chapman did a show with Marty Feldman; it was Feldman’s first appearance as a performer (he was a writer, actually), and Cleese was the one who suggested that he be part of the cast. Second, Cleese said his happiest moment from his five years with Monty Python was when he read the Cheese Shop Sketch to the other Pythons, and Michael Palin laughed so hard he fell of his chair and couldn’t get up for a couple of minutes.

Apparently Cleese got his dark sense of humor from his mum, who lived to be over 100; she was born (IIRC) 1899, and died in 2002. She suffered from depression, and John would call and hear about it the things that were getting her down (she was an omniphobe, he told us) and finally one time he said, “Well, mum, I know this man in Fulham, and if you like, if you like, I’ll have him come round and kill you.” And she laughed, amazingly, and it became their private joke. “Well, mum, shall I send round to the man in Fulham?” “Oh, no dear, not this week, I have a sherry party on Friday.”

I guess it’s nice to know he came by it naturally.

Spam Takes a New Turn

So I got a new kind of spam comment on my other blog today. The text of the comment was actually making an attempt to engage with the topic of the blog post. So how do I know it was spam?

  • The person’s name was odd.
  • The person’s e-mail address was clearly based on someone’s name…but it wasn’t the same name.
  • The person’s website address was for some kind of business that sells vitamins and anti-oxidants…the sort of thing you get in comment spam. It certainly didn’t look like a personal website.

This presented me with a bit of a quandary. On the one hand, I don’t want to encourage spammers, or give them any help in increasing their Google page ranks. On the other hand, the comment was somewhat to the point. The guy had obviously read the post, I figure he deserves credit for trying.

So I accepted the comment…and deleted the website address from it. 🙂

The Bear Went Over The Mountain

A bear was seen on a suburban street about a mile from my house this afternoon.

About a mile further down the hill from my house.

I have never heard of a bear being seen in my town, and my family has lived here since the 1950’s. I knew mountain lions were being spotted here and there, up near the where the houses end, but bears? More fallout from the Station Fire, I guess.

Now I’m waiting for the tigers.

Milestone

Jane and I went out to breakfast this morning; nothing fancy, but we left all of the kids at home for an hour, with the eldest in charge.

Wow.

The Lonesome Death of Joe-Joe Valenti

It was one of those funerals you go to mostly to be sure the guy won’t ever be bothering you again. I’ve been to a lot of those, but this one was different. This time it was strictly business, and I had never met the poisonous old so-and-so we were solemnly off-kissing. I don’t think many of the others in the church had met him either, especially the ones driving the news cameras and the bright lights.

That’s the first paragraph of a short story I wrote I few years ago. You can find the rest of it here.

Elvis Dumbledwarf

A creation of my son’s fertile imagination: He has a white jumpsuit, black pompadour and black beard, guitar in one hand and an ax in the other. “Like my music or else.”

The Catholic Church and Conversion

Whilst I was raiding the theology shelves at Powells Books in Portland, I came across G.K. Chesteron’s The Catholic Church and Conversion, which I’d not previously read. Which is to say, I sometimes felt like I’d previously read it, as it turns out that many of the Chesterton quotes one runs across from time to time originated here.

My own journey of faith has been rather different than Chesterton’s. His family were English Unitarians, and he came only slowly to Christianity, first as an Anglican, and then as a Catholic. I started out as a Catholic, became an Anglican, and then returned. So my experience is rather different than his, and large portions of this book seemed somewhat remote (although I enjoyed them anyway). But there is one passage that very much describes my feelings on re-discovering the Catholic Church and its teachings:

Nothing is more amusing to the convert, when his conversion has been complete for some time, than to hear the speculations about when or whether he will repent of the conversion; when he will be sick of it, how long he will stand it, at what stage of his external exasperation he will start up and say he can bear it no more…. The outsiders, stand by and see, or think they see, the convert entering with bowed head a sort of small temple which they are convinced is fitted up inside like a prison, if not a torture-chamber. But all they really know about it is that he has passed through a door. They do not know that he has not gone into the inner darkness, but out into the broad daylight. It is he who is, in the beautiful and beatific sense of the word, an outsider. He does not want to go into a larger room, because he does not know of any larger room to go into. He knows of a large number of much smaller rooms, each of which is labelled as being very large, but is quite sure he would be cramped in any of them.

The feeling Chesterton describes, of having stepped from a smaller world into a larger one, is very much the feeling that I’ve had for the past couple of years. The Protestant project, these days, seems to be, “What’s the minimum of doctrine we all have to agree on in order to be considered Christian?” Catholicism says, “Let’s be sure of everything we possibly can know.” And when you add the principle that truths known by divine revelation and truths known by examination of the world around us cannot, in the final analysis, be in conflict (for God revealed the one and created the other), the Catholic perspective takes in not only all of the world of faith, but also all of the world of science as well. Nothing true is alien to the Catholic mind, despite all of the foolishness one hears about the Church being anti-science. (Did you know that the Big Bang was first theorized by a scientist who was also a Catholic priest? True story.)

Lutherans and Catholics, Oh My!

There’s an interesting discussion going on over at Brandywine Books on Lutheran vs. Catholic understandings of repentance and “saving grace”. Phil expressed his understanding of what Catholics think, knowing he was unlikely to express it correctly, and much conversation has ensued.

It’s lovely to have a discussion like this with folks who really do want to understand, and aren’t simply trying to score points. Phil and Lars are Good People.