Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Hansaphatically

Well, NiHowdy seems too preoccupied with the wicked Canadian encroachment of sacred Danish territory to cover the important events of last weekend, so I'll pick up. Bread left on Saturday, and Friday night there was a get-together of all who know Bread to say goodbye. It was at the (name unknown) seafood restaurant down the street from FM. About twenty people were there throughout the night, and the shindig lasted long after the restaurant closed.

Sometime during that evening, I had a remarkable conversation with Elliot. Words like "fideism"*, "apophatically" and "cataphatically" were employed, and not by me (since I didn't know what any of those words meant). G.K. Chesterton was quoted (and not by me, since I didn't know who he was): "
If each man could live a thousand years, he would be either an atheist or a Catholic."
Now those of you in other countries may find this difficult to believe, but that is not the kind of late night pub conversation that usually occurs among drunk expats in this fair city. I was very interested in what Eliot had to say, but I was also very drunk, a state which often lends me to be interested in things like the sky, that guy's attitude, and the toilet. But when I woke up the next day and wasn't drunk any more, Eliot's ideas still seemed pretty interesting. Of course that could just be because that Chesterton quote indicates that I have a metaphysical headstart over a bunch of people. Anyway, upon a quick inventory of my knowledge of Catholic theology, I discovered that I know less about that than I do about most things. And I know very little about most things. Elliot was kind enough to follow up with an E-mail I had asked for, so I've got all kinds of stuff to look up this week.

* Doesn't have anything to do with FIDE. I checked.

10 comments:

Daughter of Muse said...

you are a very entertaining person. Sorry, I was browsing blogs and found yours. ^-^

Red A said...

A blogger must have priorities and I did get a link to the Axis & Allies story.

Johnny Atomic said...

Actually, Daughter of a Muse, I think it?s much more embarrassing that the rest of us come here on purpose. Karl is a philosophical train wreck. His blog is like ?Cops? for people who play Chess.

And he punches like a girl?

Karl said...

Nonsense. A philosophical fender-bender at worst.

And while I may indeed punch like a girl, I kick, bite and pull hair like Godzilla on pcp.

Daughter of Muse said...

lol I'll take your word for it Karl. And actually, I do come here on purpose now...so i'm not sure what that makes me...Perhaps a chess player or a chess player wannabe. Not sure which is worse

Rye said...

For those who care the name of the seafood joint where we all bid Brett adieu is "8 Drunken Angels".

Rye said...

By the way, Brett left a pair of socks at my house for each and everyone of his friends from Friday nights shindig. To be distributed at your surprise and horror...

Kevlar said...

Eight drunken angels is a cool name for a bar with cheap beer, outdoor seating and no rowdy chess players.

Karl said...

To be honest, a better name would be:
Eight Drunken Lesbian Angels.

j-hole said...

A better translation and more representative of the night is 8 Drunken Fairies.