I finally have gotten around to moving the pictures off the camera and onto the computer.
First our wall wreath:

Then our Advent Wreath:

Living a Catholic Life in the Modern World
I finally have gotten around to moving the pictures off the camera and onto the computer.
First our wall wreath:

Then our Advent Wreath:

Last night we had a fantastic time. Not only was it the first Sunday of Advent, but we went to see Trans Siberian Orchestra and really enjoyed it.

We made our wreaths yesterday. I will have pictures of them later today.
Coming back from the holiday weekend, a sick kiddo, lots of work, and early morning phone conference, shopping, cooking, argggggg!
All too much it seems overwhelming today, or as our friends over at The Random Yak say… I am in the weeds. Deep. Can’t see the edge yet, might get there someday.
So you might remember me in passing mentioning an interview I heard on NPR with director Brian De Palma about his then upcoming movie “Redacted”. Now I would never in a million years watch this movie. And it looks like no one else is watching it either. Apparently a whopping 3000 people bothered to buy a ticket for it when it opened this weekend. That is in fifteen theaters nation wide. I really want this movie to bomb; that is what cause the momentary mirthful laugh.
The reviews are very mixed. There are good reviews for the film they seem to all be from people with very slanted political opinions against the war. They basically say “the movie sucks but it is really heart-felt and shocking so that makes it good.” Most reviews go along the lines of “what a horrid mess of a film.”
We are in a war and horrible things are going to happen on both sides. Some few of our soldiers will be responsible for atrocities and some will be committed against us. While horrific and definitely worth looking at it is NOT the whole story. Those soldiers who commit crimes should be prosecuted and they are. If you want to look at our troops serving in Iraq as people with no moral sense, who are too naive and confused to know why they are there or what they are doing; if you want to see our troops in the absolutely worse light possible (real or imagined) this might be the film for you. But it doesn’t seem like too many people are interested.
And I think that is how it should be. I think what most anti-war filmmakers are missing is a very simple fact. The American public knows the US soldier. He is that nice boy who lives across the street, that fellow in my WoW guild with the two kids, she is my friend from college, my husband’s friend from the USMC who reuped to be there with “his guys”, and my sister-in-law the single mom with the two very young kids staying with their grandparents. These are people we know and love. We don’t want to watch this sort of thing. Not yet, not now, not when each night our prayers include “please protect ____ while she is in Iraq, her little ones need her home.”

And yes, the US public by and large wants the troops HOME. But that is a much different thing than being open to watching the absolute, animal,l dead-worst spin possible on what the US solider is doing. No one wants to think someone they know could be the psycho who does these horrible things and no one wants to think their loved one is serving with someone like that either. The place and time for movies like this will be about five years after the war is done and all our loved ones are home and our hearts rest easy that they made it home safe and whole.
Today I went out to the craft store and picked up some floral supplies for Advent. I was really excited to find some fake poinsettia blooms in purple and pink. So I picked up three purple and one pink. I had found a few years ago and I have had trouble finding them since. I use the floral supplies year after year… but after ten years these particular items were looking a look worse for the wear.

Several weeks ago my fifteen year old daughter, my mother and I were talking about good and evil. I have a tendency to be more conservative in my opinions than my mother. This topic was no exception. Mom’s take on good and evil is kind of predictable; no one is really evil except for horrible, mass-murdering, dictators like Hitler or maybe child-molesters. She sees most people as good and trying their best and feels there is no right or wrong on most things – nothing is black and white. I think I surprised her in the idea that I don’t think anyone is truly totally evil any more than one can be truly totally good. But many things have a right and a wrong.
For me principles are black or white; people are always a mix. It is almost alarming how often people miss something that seems rather obvious. Horrendous and unnatural acts such as abortion are excused and brought to the area of grey because some, otherwise good person, fell to that point in a moment of desperation. We want to excuse the failings of others and ourselves not by saying that we fail to hold to good principles (because that would make us evil) but that principles are more guidelines, and in no way really binding or even valid. The only way to make people, as a whole, good is to create a reality in which nothing is bad. No one can be judged on anything because there is no standard.
But there is something about that which doesn’t work, because we know that evil is real. Children are murdered, women are raped, and men have their lives and livelihoods ruined for petty and vindictive reasons. We agree that there are points of wrong that can never ever be looked at as anything other than wrong. But if people are really just good and nothing a person wants to do can be said to be really bad than there must be something intrinsically faulty in some people… they are just bad, evil people. Any good done by an “evil” person is discounted, forgotten. We want to cling to the idea that someone capable of some horrible act is by nature evil, a creature of darkness. It is comforting and reassuring.
I know there are some holes in the above and it probably dissevers a better treatment, but that was pretty much where we left it. It seems so much simpler to me to say that we humans are all pretty messed up in ways. That there are principals, virtues and ethical values that supersede our ability to always meet, but that doesn’t harm the value of the principles. Maybe it is just that we live in a world where it is fashionable to say “I’m ok, you’re ok” but I think it is a great deal more honest to say: “I’m screwed up, you’re screwed up, but that’s ok – we’re working on it”. And honesty is good, always, all the time, but I don’t always get there because I am not always that good.
At any rate it was an interesting conversation.
This has been a very strange week for me in the “blogging” universe. I took a little time to analyse some trends in my blog stats and came to a really interesting conclusion. There are actually people reading this blog now. Shocking thing really considering it started out as a place to blow the cobwebs out from between my ears. Also I am seeing a lot of people stop by looking for Advent ideas. So if you are new, Welcome!
This week we are planning on some fun things for Thanksgiving. We are working on our Thankfulness tree and I will post a picture of it tomorrow. There is also no CDD this week. So it is just going to be an all around weird week.

Here in Portland we are blessed when it comes to radio. We have a couple very nice Christian talk/music stations, a great jazz station, very good classical and my personal favorite KBVM — our very own lay-owned Catholic radio station.
Among the many fantastic things about KBVM is the Advent/Christmas season. While every other radio station is stuck playing the same 14 Christmas songs 24/7 KBVM is playing its regular selections with Advent music mixed in. Christmas Eve comes followed by Christmas day and 12 days of Christmas music both religious and secular to celebrate the season.
KBVM is a family friendly radio station. Twice a day there is “Kid’s songs” — Veggietales, fun sing-along songs and community children reciting scriptures or prayers. My children look forward to this especially during Advent where KBVM replaces their usual offerings with a classic radio show entitled “The Cinnamon Bear”.
I believe that the start date this year will be November 16th. You can listen to KBVM on their website. “The Cinnamon Bear” dates back to the 1930s and is really quaint. Two children go up into their attic to find their Christmas star and end up on a wild adventure hunting a Crazy-Quilt Dragon who has stolen their star with the help of Paddy O’Cinnamon. I will admit that I find it a wee bit grating, but the children laugh and get terribly excited by it and look forward to each installment… so who am I to argue.
For more information check out:
Wikipedia for some history on the program
Radio Lovers has all the shows for free download to listen
So this Advent season you might want to check it out. And take a couple minutes to check out the other offerings at the Christmas Alliance.
But I do on occasion blog about gender issues. There are three posts at the Anchoress that are well worth reading this morning. Read “Mean Reporters dare ask Hillary real questions“, “Stupid Men, Stupid Parents, Stupid Madison Avenue” and the most recent “Tony Snow make some great points“.
I have never, not ever understood the whole “gender” issue thing. Probably because I grew up with parents, especially a father, who never treated me like an incompetent. But even as I stepped out into the world I “missed” all this horrible bias against women. I work in a very male heavy field (by profession I am a programmer), I am a proud member of the Roman Catholic church — a patriarchic hierarchy, I went to college, I worked low income jobs.. and honestly in all that time I have never felt discriminated against. Occasionally “harassed” by some guy or other who didn’t understand the meaning of “No, I am busy Friday night” but I always chalked that up to their inability to understand English and my naturally irresistible good looks (yes that is a bit tongue in cheek) and the situation was always resolved with “I wouldn’t date you if you were the last man on Earth” .
So this thing with Mrs. Clinton bugged me, like it bugged a lot of women. What on Earth is she doing pointing out the obvious fact that she is a woman? Oh, I get it she thinks women will vote for her becauseshe is a woman. To which I say “Give me a break”, really. It is every bit as sexist to expect me to vote for her because she is a woman as it would be to NOT vote for her because she is a woman. There is no ( or at least shouldn’t be) any kind of sisterly solidarity when it comes to politics. Mrs. Clinton supports the murder of unborn children she does NOT get my vote. I don’t care if she is female or not. Because guess what? I don’t care if she is a woman or not. All I care about are the issues and the confidence that I have that a candidate will serve the country well. The sad thing is that she is right in her assumption that some women will vote on gender. This is true in main part because media and the educational system have worked very hard the last thirty years making sure that women are gender biased.
As the Anchoress points out: “I was raised to see people as people first, not as genders, and I have long, long since grown weary of being preached to about it.” So what was all this indoctrination about? Why does every kids show blare about “Girls can do anything no matter what the boys might think” and why do so many commercials feature the “Dumb Male” and why does every college freshman have to sit through “orientation” which is bound to include a whole speech about date-rape, gender sensitivity and the classic “good woman/bad men” talk. The reality is that women are by nature (yes, by nature) the gathers and men can be dangerous.
Women gather, they shop, they talk, they make community. They raise the children, decorate the home, decide on major purchases, they dress their households, they spend the money in most homes. (yes, sweeping generalisations but ones that Madison avenue counts on when they market just about anything from laundry detergent to automobiles). Women have power and they always — have it just looks a little different then men. Men display more, they fight more, they look at conquering something as a good thing. In order to keep men from asserting any kind of influence they have to be cowed. And they are. I really don’t think all these pro-girl messages have helped girls, but they have cowed boys. Boy like to brag, compete, show one another up. That isn’t allowed now. Everyone has to win and excellence in anything is all too often squashed on the alter of “self-esteem”. Boys don’t gain self-esteem by being toldthey are great. They gain it by finishing first, building something higher, throwing something farther than they did last time or the last kid did. By whacking the competition out of public schools we are in a sense castrating our sons… which is exactly what some gender-sensitive feminist think is a good idea. Enter a presidential candidate who thinks attending an all girl college is good experience for dealing with an all male political field.
I loved this quote “There are questions some media organizations simply don’t ask. For instance, is racism as bad as it was two decades ago? The answer is no(sic) If you doubt it, check out your kids. They’re refreshingly devoid of the bigotry and self-consciousness that characterized our youth. ” I have to remark on this. About a week ago I was talking to my husband about our children. There is a real and marked difference between our oldest, Ashley (15) and Christopher (8). Ashley is much more racially conscience than Christopher who isn’t at all.
This summer Christopher was at the pool and he made a new friend. They were the same height, the same age, they both loved swimming and they both were named Christopher. My son talked about how much they had in common, how cool it was that they were so alike, same name and everything. I laughed when I was talking to my husband about it. Our son is the palest little boy, his friend was about as dark as you could hope to meet. This little skin color thing was so unremarkable to them that they mention it at all… there was no “We are so alike — except the skin color” It just didn’t come up. My older daughter is very aware or color. But not because of us. The big difference is this: Christopher has been homeschooled. He doesn’t learn about racial “issues” they way Ashley did. When Ashley was 7 she came home crying one day. Her class had been studying the civil rights movement as part of “Black History Month”. What Ashley got out of the little indoctrination session was this “Why are white people so mean to black people?” with tears and guilt that she was born the color of oppression. It has stuck with her, it changed her. No matter that we have friends with every pan-tone that human skin comes in. No matter that her family’s entire experience with racial bigotry has been on the receiving end (Irish and Jewish) but she is supposed to be apologetic for wrongs committed by others with whom she has no connection because the powers that be benefit from a society where the populace is divided and controlled.
And that is what burns me. No matter the rhetoric the real root of the gender and racial divide has so little to do with real bigotry. It has so much to do with keeping vested political and commercial interests in their cozy spots and keeping the attention away from real issues. Sad, true and frightening.
If you stumble into this older article please check out my “Heads up” update.
It seems that Moms for Modesty has sort of gone by the way-side. Kind of a sad thing as it was a memorable little grassroots action that crossed a lot of boundaries. Even though the founder wasn’t Catholic I know a lot of Catholic mom’s who really supported the work of making it known that as mothers we value modesty for our children, especially our daughters.
Here is the Mom’s for Modesty Mission Statement:
But Everyday Mommy seems to be gone replaced by Everyday Design. I wish Jules well in her new endeavor.
I found something in passing that really made me laugh, Amy Caroline, over at Knit Together in Love said, “Now I am off to church… Let’s hope I have the guts to wear my mantilla!”. This is SO me. I have been tumbling over the whole idea of covering my head at mass for over two years (yes, I know that is an obnoxiously long time to be dwelling on something) … needless to say I really identify with Amy in this. It takes guts to take this on because it is such a statement. It is much more a statement then putting a pro-life bumper sticker on your car or having a big crucifix dangling from your neck. This is something that you are saying about yourself. It is a statement that you are in some sense a Holy thing. And that is a frightening — how do you do that without being self conscious? I haven’t figured it out yet. I just don’t have the guts yet to say… “Yeah, I am sacred”!