The Caps had a great season. Let’s not dwell on the playoff curse…
…Five years ago this month, the Lord gave us Pope Benedict XVI.
I remember the moment with enormous fondness. When the new pope stepped out onto the St. Peter’s loggia, I wept with delight.
I was deliriously happy. I kissed the then-80-year-old parish secretary on the lips (may she rest in peace).
But my joy was not completely unalloyed.
There was a fly in the ointment. There was a sticky wicket. There was something just plain wrong.
One word: cuffs.
Compare the papal cuffs of April 19, 2005, with the same scene in 1978.
Moral of the story: Cardinals absolutely, positively must bring at least one pair of decent cufflinks to a conclave.
1. How many priests do you know who get showcased on a premier fashion weblog?
2. Here is our Blessed Columba Marmion quote of the day:
Let us remain faithful to our sublime calling to seek God.
We shall not arrive at the realization of our ideal in a day nor yet in a year.
We shall not arrive at it without difficulty or without sufferings–for that purity of affection, that absolute detachment, full and constant, which God requires of us before giving Himself entirely to us, is only gained by much generosity.
But if we have decided to give ourselves completely to God, without reservation, and never to bargain with Him for the least corner of our heart, let us be assured that God will reward our efforts by the perfect possession of Himself, wherein we shall find all our happiness.
Last summer I got a big, fat book. I started it while I was on vacation at the beach.
Every morning I study a few pages of this particular book. I am only about halfway through.
This morning I held the book in my hands, and I remembered the day when I started reading:
The warm sun was sweetly baking my SPF-15-protected skin. The light was perfect for reading through sunglasses. The waves were lapping in from Europe. It was heaven…
…I have a pair of cufflinks which I bought to remind myself of the beach. They have little sailboats on them.
Here is my vow to you: I am going to wear these sailboat cufflinks every day until the official National Airport temperature hits 70 degrees Fahrenheit…
…Listen: If you missed Sunday Mass because of bad weather, please remember that your pastor needs the monetary offering that you would have given.
Here are some beautiful cufflinks, suitable for use just about anywhere–except Cincinnati.
These beautiful cufflinks would look great at work, out to dinner, even courtside–if, for instance, you were the coach of a Big East basketball team.
But we no longer concern ourselves with such things. Basketball is too emotional. Cufflinks are more predictable.
If you went to Cincinnati and found yourself mauled by a Bengal tiger or a “Bearcat,” you would want something sturdier than these cufflinks between yourself and the animal.
But Bengals and Bearcats are subject matter for other weblogs. We are going to focus on cufflinks from now on.
It was incredibly close. Too, too close. Altogether too close.
Edward Hopper won the Art Lovers’ Poll by a single vote.
And the Hoyas lost to the Pirates by five points.
Seton Hall’s luck was charmed by the twentieth-anniversary commemoration of their trip to the NCAA finals.
We Hoyas fans are going to have to re-evaluate our expectations for this season. Now we really do have a losing Big East record.
On the bright side…