My first Theology on Tap lecture is just two days away. It could be rough. My first run took me 90 minutes. My next run, delivered to Marie, took me an hour. I’m optimistic that I can get it down to 45 minutes easily, but I advertised 2,000 years of history in 30 minutes. That’s gonna be trickier than I anticipated.
I planted my last bed for 2017 last night. I really enjoy “working the land,” but it felt good to know I was done planting for 2017. At this point, I’ll let the sprinklers and Max take over most of the work, while I settle in to concentrate on my Catholic history lectures and other indoor projects. * * * * * * * Well, yeah: I’ll keep working outside, too. I’ll scatter a few more radish seeds, I’ll plant four smaller beds in my backyard to over-winter spinach in low tunnels, I’ll move weeding tarps around, form out more beds for 2018, etc. But almost all timing-sensitive projects are done for the year. * * * * * * * I’ve long thought vegans are nuts (so to speak). But I started easing into a vegan diet about a month ago, gradually decreasing meat and animal byproducts in my diet. I suddenly noticed two days ago that the knee pain I had simply grown accustomed to many years ago was gone. I also noticed that I seem to require less sleep and have more energy. To be honest, I was “going vegan” to lower my cholesterol. I hadn’t for a moment considered that I might get immediate benefits. I’ll keep y’all posted as I progress (or regress) in this freak-show diet. * * * * * * * I forgot to share this great line from two weeks ago: “‘Black, white, rich, poor: Storm Harvey didn’t discriminate,’ read the headline, because the important thing to remember is that even though people were drowning by the dozens and disease was spreading rapidly and tens of thousands were losing everything they’ve ever owned, at least we could all clasp hands and celebrate the fact that Harvey—who may or may not be a white male—had no problem with indiscriminately killing human beings of all colors and ethnic backgrounds.” Jim Goad.
The unexpected hangover: the bane of my drinking existence. I had four small (one shot, not 1.5 shots) gin and tonics last night, then woke up at 1:00 with a pretty bad headache. I’m still dragging this morning, and I have meetings and a pile of paperwork to get through, so virtually no BYCU today.
I’ve only tasted one of the vodkas on the list (Ketel One), and I’ll vouch for it. Very good.
BTW: Why do the liquor sites require you to verify that you’re 21 before accessing their material? Is it some sort of ICAAN requirement, or simply virtue signalling? It’s such a fatuous step (they have no way of knowing if the surfer is lying) . . . and often annoying, if you’re surfing on your phone and have to input your date of birth (which normally prompts me simply to abandon the page; there’s very little drinking material I need to read).
I’ve been looking at the best way to prep my land for next year’s harvest. Coincidentally, I ran across this in-depth piece about restoring America’s soil: Can American soil be brought back to life? “Promoting soil health comes down to three basic practices: Make sure the soil is covered with plants at all times, diversify what it grows and don’t disrupt it. What this means in practice is rotating crops, so fields aren’t trying to support the same plant year after year. And it means using techniques like “cover-cropping”–planting a secondary plant like grasses, legumes or vegetables–between rows of crops or on other exposed soil instead of leaving it bare.”
I’ve been forming out my beds for next spring. I formed out and planted 17 beds this year. I’m adding the better part of eight more this fall: raking out the rocks, hoeing them, planting field peas or daikon radishes as cover crops or covering with uprooted tall lettuce plants that have gone to seed, adding compost (from the stripped sod from last spring that has decomposed over the past four months) . . . and, of course, piling rocks at the head of each bed so I can find them next spring.
If it, of course, drudgery, but I enjoy it and need to lose the weight that (slowly, imperceptibly, illusorily) comes with it. The endless string of podcasts and Catholic history lessons make it even more edifying.
Gavin McInnes video on why school sucks. Pretty funny. Warning: Language.
Pretty funny: “[I]f prices are any indicator of demand, which they’re pretty much universally accepted to be unless you’re discussing minimum wages with Bernie Sanders, then Hillary may want to double down on efforts to rush out the sequel as both Amazon and Walmart have decided to slash prices of “What Happened” by 40% before the books even hit shelves.” Link.
Happy 9/11 Days! My parish played the wretched 9/11 tribute thing again. Fortunately, I smelled it coming and was able to do the Judas Shuffle before listening to it.
Okay, it’s not wretched. I liked it the first time I heard it, and didn’t mind it the second time, but 20 times, to a captive audience? Way too much. You can read my full thoughts on it here, a piece I wrote twelve years ago, and my parish is still playing that audio. At this point, it doesn’t even annoy me. I just chuckle and leave.
And I don’t do the “Judas Shuffle.” I stick around–half in prayer, half in leaving anticipation–until the first saccharine tones start, then I bolt.
My 30-minute History of the Catholic Church presentation is coming together. I’m up to St. Thomas Aquinas, with notes, both mental and written, for the remaining 700 years after STA. And I’ve also arranged for sure to be recorded, so hopefully, I’ll be able to make the audio available for everyone here. Of course, if I make an ass out of myself, I’ll be destroying the tapes.
I think this is a fabricated day, much like Truffles Day and Urinate While Sitting Day, but it’s worthy of our attention, for all the reasons laid out in the linked article above.
I just wouldn’t suggest doing it before Mass. (1) Do you like to drink before work? (2) It’s arguably sacrilegious. (3) I witnessed a priest show up for Mass partly in the bag once; it wasn’t pretty (the fact that it was Holy Thursday made it borderline scandalous, but in his defense, he pulled it together and celebrated Mass without a hitch).
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