And who needs one?  You might very well ask.  Expect posts on the following: literature, art, tea, cake, beer, theology, liturgy, architecture, history, early music, wine, women and song.  And if that won’t keep her afloat then let her sink, begad. 

Apologies to the author of the inestimable blog Dappled Things, who first had the idea of blogging under this title: I realised only afterwards that I’d re-invented the wheel, but the theme’s too good not to re-cycle!

The manifesto:

These fleeting sketches […] amount to no more than a sort of sporadic diary–a diary recording one day in twenty which happened to stick in the fancy–the only kind of diary the author has ever been able to keep.  Even that diary he could only keep by keeping it in public, for bread and cheese.  But trivial as are the topics they are not utterly without a connecting thread of motive.  As the reader’s eye strays, with hearty relief, from these pages, it probably alights on something, a bed-post or a lamp-post, a window blind or a wall.  It is a thousand to one that the reader is looking at something that he has never seen: that is, never realised.  He could not write an essay on such a post or wall:  he does not know what the post or wall mean.  He could not even write the synopsis of an essay; as “The Bed-Post; Its Significance–Security Essential to Idea of Sleep–Night Felt as Infinite–Need of Monumental Architecture,” and so on.  He could not sketch in outline his theoretic attitude towards window-blinds, even in the form of a summary.  “The Window-Blind–Its Analogy to the Curtain and Veil–Is Modesty Natural?–Worship of and Avoidance of the Sun, etc., etc.”  None of us think enough of these things on which the eye rests.  But don’t let us let the eye rest.  Why should the eye be so lazy? Let us exercise the eye until it learns to see startling facts that run across the landscape as plain as a painted fence.  Let us be ocular athletes.  Let us learn to write essays on a stray cat or a coloured cloud.  I have attempted some such thing in what follows; but anyone else may do it better, if anyone else will only try.

G. K. Chesterton, Tremendous Trifles, Preface

And now a picture (not of me):

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7 Responses to “Yet another Scottish Catholic Blog”

  1. PF Says:

    Welcome, Zen Ben. Is that Peploe?

  2. PF Says:

    (-at the top; not the photo)


  3. Ooh – close but no cigar, Father. It’s actually his colourist chum, Cadell (Francis Campbell Boileau Cadell – or “Bunny” to his friends). Now you’ve given me the excuse, I’m going to post the whole thing – absolutely one of my favourite paintings of the 20th c. And thank you for your welcome.

    Zen “what-is-the-sound-of-one-trifle-splatting” Ben.


  4. Oops – sorry, pawsinsd. I deleted your kind message by mistake! To make amends, I’m posting you website add. here so any readers here can visit you there:

    http://www.cookingwithdee.net

    Pax et bonum,

  5. pawsinsd Says:

    My mother, RIP, who died September 28th of this year, grew up on bread and point. As in eat the bread and point to the cheese hanging above for special occasions. Her ashes were scattered this morning by my siblings.

    She learned to be a good cook and I may have to learn her Christmas dinner of Prime Rib, Yorkshire pudding and all the fixings including mincemeat tarts for dessert.

    We spent a few months in Glasgow last year on business and I enjoyed days out in the country to any number of sites with a fellow Texan who lives there now.

    The priests at Siena have been very helpful to me, as were the chaplain and priest at the hospice for Mom.

    Perhaps I’ll have to come up with a family memory book, with Mom’s photos and recipes. If I publish online I’ll certainly send you the information.

    Peace, Dee


  6. Dear Dee, prayers for you mother and your family. I should be delighted to see the book if/when it should appear.

  7. pawsinsd Says:

    Dear B, you sought my blog today and now know cooking is not now just cooking. Since that time my husband has been laid off and we are just moving to a very Catholic town. I see a Cathedral and many churches from our temporary post. I’ve not written a book as yet, but enjoyed my months in Scotland. I asked my uncle, a McDonald in Canada, whether he wanted me to look up any of his kin and he said his family left in the 1700’s to fight the French in Canada. He also said I could go to any pub in Scotland and ask for a McDonald and I’d get a pint for free! I didn’t. Thanks for checking in. I’ll do the same from Lake Michigan. Fr. Cap @ Siena keeps in touch, decades after I graduated. He’s been very good to me. Dee
    ps ask me about Fr. McGuinness sometime. It’s a good story. Pacem in terris

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