10.24.08
46_Happy Birthday to Me?
_Yes, Happy Birthday to me. The Scene is, on this day, 1 (one). Now, you might be saying “Kid, isn’t that awfully vain, wishing only yourself a happy birthday?” and you would be right. However, the Scene is not going to be a one-man operation for much longer. I am recruiting staff members.
_You see, this blog is not about my personal feelings. It’s about community. It’s about meeting new people, making new friends and realizing that this tool we have in the Internet can be used to make real, lasting connections. That this tool can be used to bridge the gaps of distance between us.
_So, you could say “Happy Birthday, Kid!” but really you should say “Happy Birthday, Scene!”. Because it’s not a birthday for me, it’s a birthday for us all. And so, I promise you that soon we will have (in no specific order):
– Bumper Stickers
– T-Shirts
– More contributors
– Better graphics/layout
– More features
– YOU
_This last point is the most important. This blog is about YOU. It’s about us all. It’s about being able to connect across such long distances. It’s about starting small, starting local, starting with the grass roots. It’s about the copper wires and the silicon circuit boards, not the computer as a whole machine. It’s about you and me and all the others on this same, small level. It’s not about celebrity status or prime-time recognition. It’s about recognition from the people who really matter: YOU. So let’s make some connections.
- Kid
10.20.08
45_Incoming Signals: The New Glitterati
_I found it! It turns out it wasn’t that hard, cause my brother had the link on his blogroll the whole time, but I still feel proud of myself. The link I was looking for was, of course, the link to my friend Lindsay’s blog The New Glitterati.
_Lindsay is a chicklit writer. Chicklit writers are like a rare breed of exotic birds that live off of Ketel One. Everyone knows that they’re out there, getting drunk and writing hysterically self-depricating posts about how they got drunk and what they did while they were drunk, but when does anyone ever meet them?
_Well I have. And she’s cool. And she can write. And she has a blog, which I present to you in order to fill that chicklit shaped hole in your life.
- Kid
10.14.08
44_The Good New Days
_Remember all those history classes you took that talked about the good old days of the Medieval Catholic Church and how much power it had? Remember falling asleep listening to homilies on Sunday morning wondering what on Earth could have happened that Mother Church had fallen so completely from megalomaniac power to a mere mid-morning sleeping aid?
_I believe the answer is that somewhere along the way, the Church forgot what power meant. As your resident created digital voice on the internet, I believe that power is the ability to speak to people and have them come back week after week for more. Of course, many Catholics show up just for the sake of it or just by habit. They go, they stand, kneel, sit, pray, stand, sit, kneel, take the Eucharist, then kneel, then sit then stand again and go home to make big fancy brunches. And that’s about the extent of their involvement. In some Churches, if the priest is good, they listen intently to the homily. In others they bring their checkbooks and balance them during the, hopefully, brief words of “inspiration” that the priest offers to his congregation.
_And while most Christians would contend that the Eucharist, the transubstantiation of the bread and wine into Christ’s Body and Blood is the most important part of the service, I offer that it is really the homily. It is that small section of time where the priest gets to lead his service not in prayer, or in song, but as a man of God speaking as a regular man. That is where the Church fell apart, I think, when they forgot that their priests could inspire.
_And then I read this incredible post on the online magazine Pam’s House Blend.
_My God! They’ll hang the guy, of course. They’ll kick him out of the Church, or send him away to a monastery in the middle of nowhere. And when they do, it’ll be the end of the Catholic Church forever. We are willing to assume that the bread and wine is Christ, but that holds no meaning for us. We are willing to sit, kneel, stand, pray, sing by rote, but that holds no meaning for us. We are willing to dress our best and get the family together on Sunday mornings to go to service, but none of this holds any meaning for us if the man in the pulpit is too scared, too Conservative, or too out of touch to inspire. If the man leading the service is there only to go through the motions, than we will be doomed to follow a hopeless lemming. As we have been.
_So it is my belief that in this sermon, not only can we find some great inspiration and comfort, but we can also find some hope for the Church. Giving people a reason to listen to you week after week, giving people a reason to come back and hear more, that is power. Real power. The same power that had hundreds of people following Jesus as he walked around Israel for three years preaching.
- Kid