Coming Clean

Revelation in Progess

Pit Falls of the New Job

New job by normal metrics is going well. Staying on or ahead of schedule. Slowly learning the business and able to help other people out with their walk. No stress.

But I find the Blues trying to tug me down. First, I’m not in the thick of things. I don’t mind avoiding the politics that entails at.all. But I miss the perspective, the freedom, and the responsibility that it brings. With time I’ll likely get pulled into the inner-circles more, but for now … I feel under utilized and a bit lost in the woods.

Second, and more importantly, I had a lot of friends at the old job. I had a regular lunch bunch of 4 co-workers with a not-uncommon crowd of 10. We were young, we were smart, we all had a lot in common. It was good. Now, there are only 2 co-workers I see with regularity, and while we get along fine, it’s not the same camaraderie. Add to that that I don’t have much of a social life outside of work due to kids, church, and giving my wife a reprieve from child care … and I find myself feeling rather lonely.

Didn’t expect that. Wonder how I’ll fix it.

Prelactarianism Gone Wrong

In the world of one who chooses to live by Prelactarianism (scan to the end), there are personal vices and pit-falls that can lead one’s life into certain compromises and lesser states of being.

Today, I was reminded of mine: hot coffee. I mean like: too friggin’ hot to drink hot coffee. This is how I like my coffee – initially anyway. I sip until I can pull a full mouthful in, and then I drink deeply, filling my belly with hot creamy coffee goodness.

So, why is hot coffee a vice in the world of a Prelactarianist?

Because cream curdles if the coffee is too hot. :’(

Christmas Shopping: SMG or OLPC?

So I’m thinking about the “cool” present for this Christmas. What will it be?

Up until a few days ago, I was thinking I wanted to get my hands on Super Mario Galaxy for the Wii. One of the cool things with SMG is that while it has a single player story mode, a second person can interact with the game at the same time – assisting or pestering as they so desire … that is until I decide to impale my wii-mote into their skull. Josh and I really enjoy playing games together, so I’m thinking this could be a real winner.

But now, I’m thinking about the OLPC laptop. The cool thing about buying an OLPC is that the commercial price is about that of a low-end laptop ($400) – but that price is actually purchasing 2 laptops: one for you, and one for some kid in the world that would otherwise have no chance of seeing a laptop. This strikes me as a very “in the Spirit” kind of gift … though really, to be really in the Spirit, I guess I’d buy two and give them both away.

But then I got to thinking that really, it would be cool to give my kids an OLPC, even though they are a bit young for it. Josh may actually be at a good starter age – that of 5. But then I think that it would be really hard for me to just let Josh play with the laptop – I’d be dying to mes with it myself. All the same, I think there is very good potential here.

Lisa just mentioned an idea (she saw my tip-tap-typing and loomed to see what I was doing). The kids REEEAAALLY like taking pictures and having their pictures taken. So Lisa was thinking about getting them some kid digital cameras. That would be a lot of fun, too. They’d never put them down, though, and we’d be eating batteries like never before.

So, anywho, that’s the ideas I have skating in my head for the Chastain Christmas. Anybody have any extra ideas, suggestions, thoughts?

Christmas Wish-List

Is it too early for this? Oh well.

Sung to “All I want for Christmas (is a hippopotamus)

I want a Nintendo Wii! for Christmas
Only a Nintendo Wii will do!
Don’t want a PS3, No XBox 360
I want a Nintendo Wii to play with and enjoy

I want a Nintendo Wii for Christmas
I don’t think Santa Claus will mind, do you?
He won’t have to mess with a bunch of cables
The power cord is the only one there to use.

I can see me now on Christmas morning, creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise when I open up my eyes
to see a Nintendo Wii-mote waiting there

I want a Nintendo Wii for Christmas
Only a Nintendo Wii will do
No Sony PS3′s, no XBox 360′s
I only like the wireless Nintendo Wii
And the Nintendo Wii likes me too

Lisa says the Wii would eat my wallet, even so
Reviewer says a the Wii is the cheapest new console

There’s lots of room for it in our armoir
It takes little room, can play DVDs, and can replace the old GameCube.
I can see me now on Christmas morning, creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise when I open up my eyes
to see a Nintendo Wii-mote waiting there

I want a Nintendo Wii for Christmas
Only a Nintendo Wii will do
No Sony PS3s or XBox 360s
I only like the wireless Nintendo Wii
And the Nintendo Wii likes me too!

Ghost of Galileo

So, one thing that was kind of stirring just before Lent started (and that I continued to see during Lent) was this very stressful tension between science and religion. The way I see it, you’ve got 3 groups in this mess. On the one side, you’ve got the ultra-scientific (aka The Atheists). On the other side, you’ve got the ultra-Biblical (aka The Truly Christian). And in the middle you’ve got everybody else.

Really, though, this mess isn’t a new fight or new tension. It’s hang-over from the days of Galileo. The days where Galileo was able to amass a wealth of evidence that, indeed, the Earth was not the center of the universe. However, he was not able to demonstrate or disprove a number of theorems that said if the Earth were NOT the center of the universe, then we should be able to observe a number of phenomenon.

So Galileo had it half-right during his time – he was on the right track, he had enough evidence to demonstrate some level of skepticism against the prevailing theories, but he quite admittedly didn’t have all the evidence needed to disprove the prevailing theories. So, why did Galileo get in trouble? Well, essentially, because he wanted to. He wanted to force the Church to give assent to his theory that the earth was not the center of the universe. The Church had no real reason to do so. And it became demagoguery from there on out, and, of course, the person with the bigger stick wins in demagoguery.

Now, if you’re paying attention at home lately, we see something of this kind of religion/science battle going on right now in our own backyards. Namely, Intelligent Design vs Evolution. In this case, Evolution is the prevailing theory. It’s the prevailing theory because it’s (1) to some degree observable (2) to some degree demonstratable (3) simple and unifying (i.e. explains a lot of things based on simple rules with few to no exceptions) and most importantly (4) useful – a lot has been done based on our understanding of genetic development based on an evolutionary model. Intelligent Design on the other hand (1) may be forensically observable (2) but is not demonstratable (3) is not unifying (i.e. there’s no telling what has been designed, what has evolved, and how the two interplay) and (4) so far not very useful. And until such a time that Intelligent Design becomes demonstratable, unifying, and useful, it doesn’t deserve the street credential it’s asking for from the scientific community just like Galileo didn’t deserve the kind of affirmation he was seeking during his time.

But the Ultra-Scientific and the Ultra-Biblical will not stop long enough to give this any kind of serious attention or reasonable answer. Instead, they will march on in their demagoguery, trying to swade each of us to their side.

Me, I’m just glad I’m Catholic. The Church made it’s boo-boo with Galileo. Science isn’t to be considered the enemy of the Church, whatever it may explain or expose. Nor should theology be used to explain the detailed workings of the physical world and vice versa. Rather, the Church should be influencing Science, helping to establish the moral boundaries of where mankind should venture and experiment. And, of course, the Church always marvels at the creative power of God that Science reveals.

God bless the resting soul of Galileo, king of night vision, king of insight.

Domestic Troubles

What to do with an unyielding son?

… I’ll let you know if I ever figure it out …

One of the Best Marching Shows You’ll Ever See and Hear

This was all the rage prior to my senior year of marching. Ah, the memories.

Note to self…

…no more publishing melancholy blog posts before going sleepy, sleepy.

Christian Radio Tempts Me To Road Rage

Perhaps the most irrelevant market in the world is Christian Television. Right behind that is Christian Radio. I can’t stand either. If I were old and bedridden, perhaps I might be able to appreciate it, but I suspect even more so it would encourage me to be more angry at my local parish.

But nevermind that. That’s not why I’m venting about Christian Radio today. Nevermind, too, that Christian Radio is more insanely bubble-gum flavored than the local teen pop radio station. Nevermind, also, that Christian Radio seems to believe that traffic doesn’t exist. Nevermind, as well, any number of laments I could get into. These are not why I’m posting about my oft time vitriolic relationship with the irrelevant market that is Christian Radio.

I’m posting because one guy on a local station is way to freaking happy. It’s disgusting. It’s like tuning in and having a 500 pound happy baby falling down on top of you, drooling and squealing like the world is the best place ever. You can hear the smile on this guy’s face. And it’s so fake. It’s utterly not in touch with the world I’m in. The world of traffic. The world of trouble. The world of need, let alone unsatisified want. This guy is happier than Jesus ever was, and it makes me want to reach through my speakers, pull the guys through to my dashboard, and smash it endlessly.

I listen to this guy for about 5 seconds. It takes me that long to realize it’s “that guy”, and by that point the blood pressure is already through the roof. So I quickly change the station. Usually to the least Christian I can find so that the loud percussion and bass and squealing guitar can drive every last vestige of “that guy” from my mind. Life resumes as normal, and I’m not troubled by that guy any more.

But the thing that really gets me beyond all that … is that I know I utterly ought not react that way to this guy. And, man, that bothers me more than how fake that guy is. A vicious cycle of aggravation and self frustration – a foolish insanity – that doesn’t seem to have an end in sight.

Lenten Lament

So, the whole goal of Lent is to, in part, suffer with Jesus. Suffer as He spent 40 days in the desert with Satan tempting Him. Suffer as He made His way to the Cross. And the way we do that is through prayer/reflection/meditation, fast, and alms giving.

Well, let it be known that (1) I am no good at all of the above (but, hey, there’s got to be some virtue of trying to make a good run at it) and (2) I am really no good at suffering.

Looking back over my Lent, I can see the stuff I gave up for my fast really didn’t matter, and the things that did matter, that were real opportunities to suffer and learn virtue, passed me by without me noticing much at the time.

What I have come to see as my real Lenten Cross for the past 8 weeks didn’t take the shape of abstaining from material or passtime. It didn’t involve me trying to be positive for myself. It involved, simply, (1) me trying to do the right thing – which I think, to some degree, I by and large did and (2) being content with the outcome, whatever that might be. Point 2, here, is where I failed, miserably.

My Lent would be kinda like Jesus, coming down from Heaven, growing up with all the crap the rest of us put up with and don’t deal with so gracefully, preaching the Good News, performing miracles, raising people from the dead, and then start whining before the Sanhedrin that they want to put Him up on the Cross. What an odd turn of a story that would have made. “Look, I’ve done everything by the Book. I’ve done everything in everyone’s best interest. But you’re just too stubborn and too proud to listen to me, to trust me, take my advice, and let me take the lead here. Well, poo on you! This is just stupid. Why couldn’t Father have given me another Sanhedrin??!!”

Yeah, that’s kinda what my Lent was like: getting up to the point where it’s going to matter most and falling to pieces. Worse yet, I was so bitter with what happened to me, that I began to conspire with others to bring down what I saw as my enemy. So, that’d be like Jesus orchestrating with the disciples a coup to take over the Sanhedrin.

Thing is, I’m still not out of the desert yet. Perhaps this is the sign I’ve been kind of expecting to tell me to move on. Find something else. I dunno. There’s a few more things I probably should let happen first.

On another note, much to my dismay, I’m putting off applying for the Diaconate for another year. Lisa has, with some good reason, become uncomfortable with the notion of our home life having to become compatible with the time formation will take let alone the time that Ministry would require. So, we’re going to try to apply next year, and hopefully by then we’ll be read such that she’ll be comfortable moving forward. If I don’t have her support, I know I will fail.

So here I am, back in blog land. Not a stellar return, but then, I don’t have much time lately, so this will have to do.

On some upbeat notes, Josh has taken to singing his prayers. It’s kinda cool. Tonight, we sang the Our Father together – that was very cool. William has graduated from commando crawling to crawling on all fours and has become very baby-chatty — which is very, very cute. Godparents, you should come and see your young babbling babe.