http://www.sadbear.net/2010/06/62-foot-tall-jesus-statue-struck-by.html

1. I drove past that gawdawful thing in the picture on the way to hear Andrew Bird and Grizzly Bear play some musiks in Cincinnati, and then again on the way back, this time all lit up. The car included a few Anglicans, an evangelical-considering-Catholicism, and a bitter agnostic. The horror was ecumenical.

2. I like this post better than Eester or Mere Krust because it’s a bit less derisive though that unfortunately means its also less funny (I, for one, appreciated the punkins and promptly showed them to my brother, who appreciated them slightly less. And I laughed loudly at binding the stone in the former post.). I will say I know Mrs. Hogwash, and the study she puts on has done more good than all the self-satisfaction of converts to tradition combined.

More to the point, do you suppose that Mrs. Hogwash’s gals would have ambled over to the nearest liturgical body had Mrs. Hogwash canceled their study? And, if not, exactly what harm is being done by some ignorant souls reading a botched translation?

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/europe/article6937486.ece

Yes, those are the Carthusians of the Grande Chartreuse monastery. The film is “Into Great Silence” (Die Große Stille). It is one of the most beautiful things I own (also, inspired me to try Chartreuse liquor for the first time).

Thank you for the kind comments about our area! I do love it here, even if my heart is torn between here and the Shenandoah Valley.

As to dissecting kitsch in a comparative analysis, this is akin to being a critic of the television arts, rather a waste of time. Kitsch, unlike television…. needs no explanation, it transcends and exists on a plane of its own, free of the declamations of those who know not what they say.

Steve K.,
Nope…just a visitor to that park mount but I always liked the very humorous quality of the name. Some lovely tidal coastline around you…not to speak of the tannic brooding beauty of the Great Dismal Swamp, first surveying job of George Washington. I once interviewed for a job with your fair burg a couple of decades ago and they demonstrated their prudence and foresight by not hiring me.

Are the Carthusians the group which a relatively recent documentary film follows in Austria? A remarkable film of quiet length with many shades. Another demonstration of the vibrancy within the growing independent film community. Many stories..many , many stories and the unifying theme is their authenticity…good, bad, beautiful, ugly .

But how did you know who it was from?

Are you a local DW? I never thought I’d see Mt. Trashmore mentioned on the Porch…

DW, you see I had this feeling that you were a closet Catholic and I do appreciate the LDS thing since my sister-in-law is a convert!
Re: your expertise in design (and, yes I’m much impressed) I would like your professional assessment concerning the “Jesus” illustrated on Fr. Jason’s essay and the beloved mural at Notre Dame, fondly referred to as “Touchdown” Jesus? That is, which one, in your expert opinion is tackier and why? Or, which one is more blasphemous, and why?
Further, I do hope that Mom boxed your ears for such impertinence, I know mine woulda!

It is a bit of low comedy to suffer through me, of all people, commenting upon the religious expressions of others. It is, to be sure, something along the lines of Charles Manson giving an Ikebana Clinic at the California State Penitentiary. No, in fact its worse than that.

I trust a Roman Imprimatur will not be instituted on this ecumenical site. Or perhaps I hope one shall not be soon adopted…..Rome has had a dossier on me ever since I was in Junior High and my Jack Mormon mother started taking us to St. James and after the baritone young Father Goddard abandoned both his sports car and us to go minister to the latino neighborhoods, we were forced into sermons by a Father Flage who, after six consecutive Sundays of genuflecting somnolence forced a “I’m not going to come to another boring morning with Father Flakey” out of me that was loud enough that it was overheard and my stupendous mother was forced to endure but another public gaffe from her impetuous progeny. St. Babs is telling me to shut up and finish the remaining 8 books as you suggest so I’ll mind my own damnation now, forthwith.

I stand by my tart comments upon the evocation of “excessive exaltation” in the edifice though, I attempt to design in my temporal affairs and so things like these drive me mad. Money can buy good or bad design and craftsmanship and unfortunately, the Bad tends to prevail…in fact, it is legion.