⚓️ Parish Nuisance in Exile

my Boomer parents were unambiguously right, here: they raised me to believe that culture and art were every bit my birthright, regardless of how much money we had. anyone who wants to tear down public access to the humanities is stealing our most precious heritage, and that theft demands *redress.*

Fire in a variety of different colors, from pink to yellow to green to purple. Each flame is burning a different element, which have electronic transitions of different wavelengths, leading to different colors of emitted light. Image credit Hegelrast - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=106597487

Flame is the visible part of fire. We’re used to orange/yellow flame, which is light emitted from soot heated by the reaction between oxygen and its fuel. Electron transitions in pure elements emit a specific set of frequencies, though—this is why heating copper in fire changes the flame color

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Aurora Borealis visible in the sky over Trappe, PA.

Aurora Borealis over the Old Trappe Church, Trappe PA.

Northern Lights over the ancestral cemetery.

I genuinely do think reading the GOP as a cross between Latin American personalist parties and the Austrian Christian Socials is the best way to understand the contemporary party system

Lowkey feeling the exact same way @ TEC right now!

Incipit to a horror story.

This is my view as well. Doing something like this in a Mar Thoma church would be met with… something less than approbation.

The text of the musical meditation, sent without context from a priest to a layperson, would be grounds for an immediate Title IV charge.

Together with this is the fact that fruits and vegetables can, in the right climate, grow on their own, while animal husbandry is more-or-less a daily obligation.

Sunflowers: just the thing for a satisfying annual garden. (Protected them from vermin until they’ve germinated.)

They grow satisfyingly quickly, and pollinators love them, too!

I didn’t know until now that in the original Rosie the Riveter painting, she is crushing a copy of Mein Kampf under her foot. Happy feast of the Blessed Virgin Mary, remembering all the women who crush the serpents of Satan under their heel.

feast on our tax dollars, shithole red states

This is one thing that large parts of New Jersey actually get right, probably due to most of the coastline having only been developed in the 19th century as railroad resorts.

Welcome home!! (Having come from ELCA to TEC, my annoyance with Rite 2 began with the use of “you” in lieu of “who/m” in the Collect for Purity.)

I’d be less opposed to it if SEPTA did what I need it to do. At this point, I fundamentally don’t have confidence in its ability to get me from A to B.

What is less clear is just how congestion pricing would work without just dumping traffic into adjacent neighborhoods. Manhattan, being an island, is a much easier control case.

Did My Father’s World Die with Him? Grieving the Incalculable Costs of “STEM.” - The Scholarly Kitchen Grieving my father's death feels inextricably tangled with grieving the catastrophe overtaking the whole of our research infrastructure.

"My father, an early and prominent computer scientist, passed away more than two years ago. Since then I’ve been trying to make sense of how rapidly the world that helped make him, and in turn the one he helped shape, is unraveling." 1/ scholarlykitchen.sspnet.org/2025/06/26/d...

It’s crying out to be Perp or Deco Gothic, and - surprise! - gets a steep, Early or even French roof plopped on.

Some good stuff there, though I’m not entirely convinced by the scissor trusses in the Nave.

Not of the sort that could lead to consecrated Hosts being flung around the sanctuary!

A necessity! But Fortescue is sadly silent on what to do about wandering wasps on ciborium knops.

Celebrating Father’s Day at Valley Forge by stage-whispering to Father Rector that a wasp had flown onto the ciborium mid-Consecration and that it needed to be removed before the Cel touched it

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Happy Pride to the tenor section of all choirs

1. Just as it is. No reason to change a classic.

I mean, I *like* Ascension Day. I just wish there were ways to keep it that don’t dynamite… the only evening this week in which it isn’t pouring… with a 90-minute liturgy.

I’d say it’s mostly the latter - per Tract 61, “The desire of novelty is restlessness; the maintenance of our own novelty is selfishness.”

There isn’t a single worship resource post-1970 that I’d have someone take with them to, say, Basic Training. They’re too fiddly and group-centric.

A little purr floating your way
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The Psalter is, unsurprisingly, one of the biggest structural issues with the pagination.

(Then again, the existence of the ‘79 psalter, which to me reads like the feeling of using someone else’s toothbrush, is itself an issue.)

A classic tabby sitting on a red-and-green patterned rug. She is on her hind legs and reaching towards the camera, with a look of wide-eyed insistence on her face.

La Hambina wants to give you a hug.

Depart ostentatiously for as long as is needed to keep the feast. The official muckety-mucks should be able to get the kalendar through their skulls.

Dirty work done at the font.