Spent way too much time futzing with yet another Micro.blog theme change for this site. Now using the Tufte theme, which I like much more than my recent design experimentations.

But Micro.blog itself feels sluggish, with changes to individual posts taking a lot of time to show up on the site. This seems typical of late, and cries for help on the timeline seem ignored (or at least unanswered). I’d consider moving on to another blogging platform, but it’s too easy to post here, and I’m too lazy to start over.

I think I’m done with those on social media who fancy themselves cultural critics and religious authorities.

Yair Rosenberg, in a wonderfully fortuitous piece in his Atlantic newsletter, verbalizes my thoughts far more eloquently than I; granted, he’s talking about people who are critics for a living, but the sentiments can be applied to the self-styled critics among the unwashed digital masses:

“The problem with being a professional critic is that you end up consuming so much culture that you stop processing it like a normal person. …

“I know that my own preferences here are not the norm. But when critics lose sight of why most people consume culture, they start missing what makes most things popular. In their search for significance, they forget about the fun.”

Today’s Wordle …

… and yesterday’s.

Going forward, I’ll stick to posting here first. Apparently there’s some killjoy Twitter bot afoot trying to spoil the party.

It seemed like we were the last people to find out our kid made the honor roll. Until we told her.

Also, forgot to post yesterday’s results on this site.

🎬📽🍿 Our Studio Ghibli binge continued tonight with Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind (1984). That’s Ghibli film No. 9 since Christmas.

That HBO Max subscription we gifted ourselves last month has paid off rather nicely.

“John Cage said that fear in life is the fear of change. If I may add to that: nothing can avoid changing. It’s the only thing you can count on. Because life doesn’t have any other possibility, everyone can be measured by his adaptability to change.” (Robert Rauschenberg)

In my agonizing over an extended family situation, my phone scrolling compulsion yields the fact that there is a patron saint of dysfunctional families: St. Eugene de Mazenod.

Don’t ever tell me God doesn’t speak to us through whatever means He pleases. St. Eugene, pray for us.

Parent of local NPR station acquires Chicago Sun-Times. Per the newspaper: “Under the deal, the Sun-Times would become an independent operation of WBEZ’s owner, Chicago Public Media, and convert from for-profit to nonprofit status."

🎬📽🍿 Watched “Belle” this afternoon. First time in a while, if ever, that we ever left the theater in complete silence as we tried to unpack everything.

I can at least say it is one of the most visually stunning animated features I’ve ever seen.

“I get why I need to come here,” the daughter said after walking around for a minute. “This place is like a Filipino Walmart.”

I know I’ve talked about having guiding words for my year. In the epistle reading during today’s TLM, I may have found a guiding verse:

Rejoice in your hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. (Romans 12:12, RSV-CE)

I’ll be thinking about this one for a while.

Thinking about getting steps or a ramp to help our aging dog get onto our bed. Found this online; I suppose it’d work, since we’re not Jewish.

Lots of COVID-19 schadenfreude out there. It’s understandable, in a way. But I’m still convinced that schadenfreude is a sin.

And yet part of me wants to see “Sing 2” just to see how far Bono’s career has fallen.

More than 10 years out of the news business, and this becomes the kind of story I live for these days.

Hard to decide who should bear the brunt of blame and wrath for this: the Indian legal system or the Church itself: “Indian Bishop Is Acquitted on Charges of Raping a Nun” (The New York Times). Lord, have mercy on us all.

You know the day is dragging when finding a meatless tamale in the freezer is the highlight of the day.