I came to realise the other day that kids these days may grow up never hearing a dial tone until they encounter one at their first job. For me the dial tone brings some comfort.
“Few of us think or live like Don Draper from “Mad Men.” You won’t find me hiding behind my office door drinking whiskey, concealing secret affairs or unseemly behavior. My office doesn’t even have a door. Seeing the way Don treats certain people you might call him heartless. But there’s something about […]
The other weekend I was in New York sitting in Bryant Park on a beautiful spring day. Before I knew it I was seeing God everywhere! So I pulled out my camera to record it. In people on their lunch breaks reading a book, in the innocence children with their […]
It had been a while since I had seen The Sound of Music so I was lucky when I got to see a bit of it the other day. It wasn’t long before I saw how much Ignatian spirituality could be found in it.
Paraskevidekatriaphobia: The fear of Friday the 13th. It’s an odd topic considering we’re in the Octave of Easter, but it’s worth addressing. There are no hard and fast explanations as to why people find Friday the 13th unlucky. Some say Friday is considered unlucky because Jesus was crucified on a […]
The other day I was driving with a friend on the Mass Pike in Boston and she pointed out a Stella Artois billboard that read, “It’s a chalice, not a […]
The other night was the finale of season 2 of Portlandia, the IFC sketch show with Fred Armisen and Carrie Brownstein that makes fun of the hipster culture of Portland, OR. It’s one of my favourite shows and has actually sparked my desire to visit Portland one day. I thought […]
With the start of Daylight Saving Time on Sunday, I got thinking about time travel and how the Catholic Mass is literally a time machine of sorts. I remember when […]
I recently asked God for the grace to notice God more in life’s little things. I’m reminded of the French film Amélie. Amélie likes to notice “the details that no one else sees”. She cultivates a taste for small pleasures: dipping her hand into sacks of grain… cracking créme brulée […]