The Diocese announced our assignments today, so I can publicly share that after ordination, I will be serving at St. William of Montevergine in Shelbyville, starting on January 5. The January start gives us all a few weekends at our home parishes, which will be nice. It’s all very exciting!

I wasn’t familiar with St. William of Montevergine, but I learned that he was a Benedictine, and a hermit to boot. He sounds like my kind of guy.

This is a formation weekend, possibly our last one, so we’ll report tomorrow for more liturgical practica, homiletics, and prayer. Excited to get started, but also a little wistful about this period - formation - coming to a close. Yes, they certainly tell us that formation never actually ends, but this expression of it certainly will.

Y por los que hablan español - por favor, su paciencia. Entiendo casi todo, pero estoy mejorando mi vocabulario teológico. Ya puedo leer (y a veces escribir) en español, entonces puedo asistir en la misa como diácono; pero tambien queiro predicar!

Still kicking the tires on org-mode, but I don’t think it’s for me right now. The main attraction I can see is To-do list/calendar/agenda integration, but we live and die by a shared iOS calendar and it takes a fair amount of idiocy to integrate it into anything outside of the Apple ecosystem, even if I just need read-only access to it for the sake of visibility. At most, I’ll take a look at the Obsidian-like features to see if they’re something I can use, or heck, revisit Obsidian itself. These systems are a bit like shopping for new notebooks. I love the idea of them, but have been fair-to-middling in my long-term adoption of them.

As it is, I have a couple of notebooks I go back to semi-regularly: one for work-related stuff, and another one that serves as a sort of spiritual journal which goes with me on retreats, though I’ve been known to scribble in it occasionally at home. A third notebook has sort of emerged as the place where I keep my homily notes. I may or may not refer to them while I’m speaking, but the act of writing them down with a pen helps me keep the main points in mind. I used a note-taking app on an iPad for a few years and it wasn’t bad, but I still prefer the low-tech/high-reward touch of pen and paper.

I started The Last Invention. About done with the first episode and it’s pretty good so far. Andy Mills was on The Dispatch the other day discussing the series, if you want to listen to a nice overview. It was good to get a reminder of how submerged in the tech landscape I still am, relative to how not submerged everyone else is. At the same time, I tend to be closer to nuts-and-bolts of technology without paying as much attention to the macro-trends which, to my ears, blend a little too easily with marketspeak and investor hype. I mean, one flavor of AI accelerationist seems to think that the goods to be obtained - a world of complete abundance made possible by AGI and a massive robotic workforce - are worth the short-term costs. Maybe they are, but I’m skeptical. Fallen man and all of that. Even if the promise does comes true, then what? Do they believe that everyone alive simply transitions to a sort of eternal retirement of leisure? AGI will usher in an end to disease and suffering? Paradise on Earth, almost within reach?

I’m skeptical for a few reasons. The first is practical. The hype-cycle around AI right now feels exactly like the early 90’s, the point at which the commercial Internet really took off and became A Real Thing. Many predictions were made, and a few of them came true, but most - if not all - of those initial market darlings faded away or collapsed once it became clear how those pesky customers would actually start using things. And that cycle was preceded by the first big chip explosion which was led, at the time, by firms like Fairchild Semiconductor. Unless you’re into deep tech, you’ve probably never heard of them, but you’ve certainly of the companies started or run by Fairchild alumni: Intel, among others. I remember walking the tradeshow floor at two of the biggest Internet-related events in the mid-90s and I can only remember two or three of the hundreds of companies in the exhibit space.

Our ability to accurately predict tech trends seems a bit suspect to me. No one at Internet World saw the rise of social media, and no one riding the initial wave of social media saw the directions it would take us or the damage it would inflict on society. About the only prediction I’d confidently make about AI is that it will certainly change things, and those things are likely to be related to porn since that’s the gravity well that all tech seems to orbit.

Secondly, and maybe this is just an artifact of being a slightly grumpy old man in the tech space, tech never seems to work quite as well in practice as it does in the advertisements and investor presentations. Have you tangled with a printer lately? Exactly. Given the inexorable urge to monetize All The Things, the AGI-powered robot in your home is likely to be belting out commercial jingles 24-7 or stocking the fridge with products willing to pay for best placement, unless you’re willing to pay for Robotic Help Platinum, offering a Reduced Advertisement Experience for only 59.99/month. If the urge to innovate is strong, the urge to enshittify has proven to be nearly as strong.

But the reason I’m not feeling the imminent-Eden scenario is that sin is still a thing, and that however hard the AI folks want to believe otherwise, humans will find ways to sin and will keep doing so until the Lord returns to wrap it all up. We will, of course, be focused on this very thing this Sunday. Envy, wrath, lust, acedia…all of it will find a home in whatever place we inhabit, however shiny and new it happens to look.

To be clear - and I say this as someone who uses chatbots pretty regularly for various things - I think the tech is pretty neat and has the potential, even if it doesn’t progress any further than it has today. Like all tools, it has its proper place and we should think prudentially about where it’s used, and by whom, and for what purposes. Any tool can be abused, and serve to do injury to the dignity of the human person; this one is no exception, and carries the additional dangers of being opaque in its operation while simultaneously presenting itself as coldy impartial. I’m thankful for the work that the Holy See has done in this area and recommend the book produced by the AI Working group: Encountering Artificial Intelligence.

Got the other trees into the ground yesterday, as I was hoping to have them planted before a whole pile of rain comes drifting into our area. It was…weirdly warm and today got into the mid-70s. I’m not complaining (much) but I have a feeling that we’ll be paying for it later on in the year.

Remember when you were grousing about the heat? How do you like this, good sir? as we watch the mercury drop even further and our faces hurt from the air.

We have our assignments but are under a strict embargo until they’re announced by our bishop. They’re his prerogative, so he gets to make the announcement which, I think, will be this weekend. Until then, lots of quiet preparation and prayer. I’m teaching OCIA tonight and our subject is The Liturgical Calendar, which is unquestionably the critical hinge point on which the entire creed rests. It will be a barn-burner, I can tell you. There may or may not be levitation; you’ve been warned.

I will, as in years past, start with a small explanation of what liturgy is and isn’t, what it requires and what it most certainly does not require. I also have the opportunity of maybe going down one of my favorite rabbit holes, which is the dating of Christmas and the inevitable questions around who cribbed from who in terms of the winter solstice. If you’d like to know more, take a look at Calculating Christmas by William Tighe or the very excellent The Origins of the Liturgical Year by Thomas Talley, who is Tighe’s main source. It is…exhaustive, and also magnificent.

As long as we’re at the outer limits of nerd, I’m writing this from emacs org-mode. Why? I’m still not entirely sure yet. The organizing tools intrigue me, and I’ve made an embarrassing number of attempts to learn emacs over the years before inevitably returning to vim for editing stuff; org-mode seems like an interesting use-case for which it might be worth learning…all the rest. The jury is still out, I’m afraid. I want to try to get calendar syncing working, at least in read-only mode before I take the big plunge. Writing here and posting directly to the blog is something I was able to do in VSCode too, both functions thanks to Claude who wrote the plugins/scripts/doo-dads to make it possible.

Postscript: class went well. Nobody asked about Christmas, which was fine.

Quite a weekend so far: grandsons over for most of yesterday while their mom was at a shoot, planted a tree, and watched a fair amount of football. The weather was beautiful, and it was a genuine pleasure to be outside pulling weeds and doing some other late-season tasks that I’ve been putting off.

The tree we planted is a Chinese pistache. We spotted a couple in a local parking lot of all places, and the colors are just spectacular - the most brilliant red and orange I’ve ever seen. We pulled over to get some pictures and an ID, and there was a whole parade of people doing the same thing when we left. I have two more to put in and will probably knock that out today. Very satisfying, planting trees. I highly recommend it. Our older grandson, who is four, came over to play in the dirt and watch/help. Whenever he comes over in the future to see it, I hope he remembers the day we planted it.

As for football, we watched the poor Blue Raiders go 1-9 against Western Kentucky and the Bulldogs go gloriously 9-1 against Texas. I haven’t watched a game that much fun in a while. Sorry Longhorns. Maybe next year. Ha, just kidding: maybe never.

Let me gloat a little while. The Alabama loss still stings.

Breakneck is good and moving quickly. I have I, Rigoberta Menchu hitting the front porch today and need to jump into it as soon as I can. I also acquired the Spanish edition of the Roman Missal so I could familiarize myself more with the liturgy generally and the deacon’s parts in particular.

I think I’m done putzing around with the blog’s templates and layout. When all’s said and done, I always return to a lightly tweaked version of Bear, so this is where I’ll stay. For now.

This is the gist of the reflection-not-a-homily I gave this morning on Luke 17:11-19.

Gift-giving season is upon us, in case you hadn’t noticed. I expect everyone’s email is overflowing with reminders to buy stuff for so-and-so, time is running out, and so on. It can be a little exasperating.

To receive a gift as a gift is to enter into a couple of things.

  1. The gift itself is something free
  2. It comes from a giver
  3. You are the receiver

Receiving the gift binds the giver and the receiver, whether we like it or not. There are times when we don’t like it much at all, being bound to another. At best, these moments are the awareness of a reciprocal obligation. He got me something, and now I have to return the favor. At worst we start trying to triangulate and calculate what the giver is really up to. What does he mean by this? What does he really want.

The proper response to a gift, however, is gratitude and joy. We see throughout the scriptures, and especially in the Psalms, that the one who has been blessed by God, rescued from darkness, or otherwise set right - this person rushes to give thanks and praise to God, just as the Samaritan leper did in today’s reading. Encountering Jesus, he met him as a prophet - the scene invokes very strongly the story of Elisha and Naaman the Syrian. After his healing, on the run, he realizes that this healing came through Jesus, and he returns to render the homage due to a king. The intersection of healing, prophet, and king mark the advent of the Israel’s long-awaited messiah, just as we are waiting today.

The healing leads to joy, praise, and finally, thanksgiving to God: εὐχαριστῶν is the word Luke uses. To be a eucharistic people is to find in the Lord our joy, born of the gratitude we hold for the gift of His very self - given to us in the sacraments, and especially so in the Eucharist - along with our very existence, and all the good and beautiful things that fill it. This joy and gratitude is something we owe, believe it or not, as a matter of justice. How so?

Justice is what happens when we render to another what is due, and what we owe our creator is basically everything. We can’t give him everything; someone else has already done that for us. What we can render back to God is our gratitude, whether we ‘feel’ good about it or not doesn’t really matter. Recognizing a gift as a gift is an act of the intellect and will, as is our faith in the sacraments.

As we prepare to prepare for this season, let’s make it our intention to see the gifts around us for what they are, and especially so as we approach the altar. We can, and should, habituate ourselves to gratitude and thanksgiving. If we can make it our second nature in this life, it can become our sole nature in the next.

There and back again without incident. Neither of the airports were on The List, which I’m sure helped. Other than a bit of weather-related delay coming into BNA, the flights were as boring as they needed to be. I got caught up on magazine/journals and finished Frankenstein. Somehow I had managed to avoid this throughout high school and college, and it was nice to finally tick the box. I liked it, and agree with scientist daughter that no one (to date) has actually made a decent adaptation for screen. “Now,” she said, “we can all watch the latest version when it streams and share our disappointment.” Sign me up!

We started Pluribus last night and are deeply intrigued. Little bits of The Leftovers, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, and house favorite Rhea Seehorn is just too much to resist.

Looking ahead, the cold weather makes its move this week; we’re supposed to see the mid-20s. Other than a sore knee that I got by absolutely eating shit on an uneven sidewalk while running in California, things are pretty good. The big sales meeting went well and it was good to see everyone face-to-face.

Bookwise: continuing The Idiot. Frankenstein was a nice detour. Will probably pick up Breakneck: China’s Quest to Engineer the Future by Dan Wang. PJ Vogt interviewed him for the latest episode of Search Engine and it sounds really, really good. Will probably also revisit some of the theology texts from our first year and work my way forward as a sort of ongoing project.

Next was Nouember, he full grosse and fat,
As fed with lard, and that right well might seem;
For, he had been a fatting hogs of late,
That yet his browes with sweat, did reek and steem

Less than 50 days to go. Am starting to look ahead at the liturgies of the Christmas Octave, wondering which ones I’ll be serving in. We’re scheduling head shots for the assignment announcements and have put in for the number of invitations we need for friends, families, and benefactors. Still no word on the assignments themselves, but I’d expect to hear something in the next week or two. It’s a little crazy-making, but there are plenty of other things going on to keep busy. I have some business travel which will eat up most of next week, and the run-up to the year-end holiday season is about to properly start (to say nothing of the aforementioned liturgical schedule).

For travel reading, I’ve got a backlog of magazines sitting on the iPad and a moderately annotated copy of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, which I have not read yet. It’s annotated because it’s one of my daughters' favorite book of all time, and she’s insisted that I read the original 1818 text, and this copy is hers. For the record, she found the latest movie version underwhelming.