Sunday, November 27, 2005

Home again, home again, jiggety jig....

A chance encounter and I was reminded of this abortive attempt at blogging tonight. Where has the year gone? I'm giving this another try; no promises but here goes. Anybody out there?

Saturday, February 05, 2005

Something like perfection

While browsing about on the web this afternoon, I came across this jewel which, by pure coincidence, is written by a friend of mine, Jim Taylor. Enjoy.

John Senior's Cowboy Coffee

The immediate (practical) purpose of drinking a cup of coffee is to wash the biscuit down; the proximate (ethical), the intimate communion of, say, cowboys standing around a campfire in a drenching rain, water curling off their Stetsons, over yellow slickers, splashing on the rowels of spurs, their faces creased with squinting at the sun, drawing the bitter liquid down their several throats into the single moral belly of their comradeship. The remote (political) purpose of coffee at the campfire, especially in the rain, is the making of Americans — born on the frontier, free, frank, friendly, touchy about honor, despisers of fences, lovers of horses, worshippers of eagles and women. Nations have their drinks: the English, tea, the Irish, whiskey, the Germans, beer. Drinking coffee from a can is us. The ultimate purpose is mystical. To drink a can of coffee with the cowboys in the rain is as Odysseus said of Alcinous's banquet: "something like perfection."

Welcome to Alcinous's Banquet

Welcome to my first foray into the world of blogging. I am setting out on this adventure to talk about the wide-ranging things that interest me -- about subjects as diverse as Traditional Catholicism and modern information Technology, and its effect on culture and society. The name of the blog is a reference to something written by Dr. John Senior (RIP), who once wrote about "Cowboy coffee" and what it means to be an American. I'll post the passage later. By way of introduction, I am a 42 year old father of four; a lawyer and traditional Catholic (but not necessarily in that order, of course.) A native Oklahoman, I write from Tulsa where I was born and raised and will, God willing, be privileged to die someday when He's through with me. A former political conservative, I was converted to Christ and His Church as an adult, when God reached out and gave me the precious gift of my first child. I say "former political conservative" not because I am no longer conservative, but instead because I largely gave up politics when I came to believe. (I once told my former pastor, Fr. James Jackson FSSP, that "I ceased being a Republican when I became a Catholic.") That is, to be sure, largely hyperbolic -- one of my legion of faults -- but conveys a grain of truth in that, prior to my conversion politics was the only God I knew. Politics still interest me, of course. But I now know (at least I think know) that politics are not the answer to human happiness and all the ills of this world. My other interests include the Church and Her crises; the Traditional Latin Mass; and in addition to those central themes, the law -- I'm a practicing attorney whose practice centers on bankruptcy and civil litigation of various types; culture and the culture wars; the establishment of the monastery at Clear Creek (the Priory of Our Lady of Annunciation of Clear Creek), in the foothills of the Ozarks in Eastern Oklahoma; my friends and, of course, my children and family. In the meantime, may God bless all who enter here and all those near and dear to me.