Jesus of Nazareth

In my quest to be the slowest reader of the hard back edition of the book, I'm half way through the Our Father and reading a little bit on the train in the morning.

(In my defence, I read half of Anna Karenina in two days when I was a student, but in those days that's all I had to do...)

Note the bright cover.
Time for some product placement.
Regular commuter spotted reading book by Pope.

Forget the boorish behaviour of the yobbish yoof at the FCO, time to inject the stripey book into the everyday.

As various

comments on Fr Ray's blog said, it's up to us folks to do the spade work. It always was, I suppose, it's just that it's more obviously the case now.

Two options, either to get digging or support the people who are already spade in hand.

Ever feel

you are watching a car crash in slow motion?

The CES.

It has to be said that the number of frames per second does seem to be increasing.

There exists a particularly difficult type of pupil to teach. The not very bright, who thinks they know better than you. They do worse in public exams than the even less able who follows your instructions carefully. Those can end up doing pretty well. I had a guy last year get an A* because he was prepared to do as he was told and concede that in GCSE Music at least, I know. The ignorant, slightly arrogant one who thinks he can run with a half understood idea, get the wrong end of the stick, distort what he's been told and ignore your increasingly strident directions, usually ends badly.

I think we can make some analogies.

To think that when our class teacher was away for an afternoon and the Head Master took our class we once had a lesson on indulgences. Plenary and partial. He said we'd probably never have a lesson on them again and he was right. That would have been the early 80's and obviously he knew what was going on elsewhere. We, in Junior 3, did not.

Btw, his party trick was to write the Greek alphabet on the board.
I was impressed!

God bless our Pope.

From youtube. Get in some practice. It'll come in handy in September....

No last verse alas and as the comments below make clear the tune does not date from 1615 and definitely not from The Scottish Psalter. No way.

Digging

Spent a happy morning with old school friend doing battle with the couch grass. All under the clear clear blue sky. Not a vapour trail in sight. As Old Friend said not something we a likely to see again for a while.

We bth looked out this am, saw the morning mist and thought, 'Volcano dust!' as did her Mum, but it was in fact just ordinary mist and had lifted by the time I got out with my fork.

We were wondering what the conspiracy theorists will be making of this.

Tricky words

from last Saturday's Guardian Guide

'Some cities make cars but New Orleans manufactures ineffable musical experiences.'