The Armenians

I’m fascinated by the really-super-ancient bits of the Church, none more so than the Armenian Apostolic Church (which has existed for about 1700 years, and doesn’t look like it’s changed too much in that time 😉


The Armenians are so hardcore, so when they have a get together of priests from around the country and the world, they look dead impressive!


This is the Very Reverend Father Sasoon Zumrookhdian, who was hosting the get-together – he looks like a nice man.


I like this photo: lovely traditional hairy priests juxstaposed by thoroughly modern water bottles and microphone stand.

Do Country songs have better titles than pop songs? Yes.

Sometimes (mondays particularly), a gentleman requires a little culture in his life.  Here is today’s helping:

I’d Rather Have A Bottle In Front Of Me Than A Frontal Lobotomy
I Would Have Wrote You A Letter, But I Couldn’t Spell Yuck
If My Nose Were Full of Nickels, I’d Blow It All On You
She Got The Ring And I Got The Finger
You’re The Reason Our Kids Are So Ugly
I Gave Her My Heart and a Diamond and She Clubbed Me With a Spade
If I’d a Knowed That You’d a Wanted to of Went With Me, I’d a Seed That You’d a Got to Get to Go

[ps.  I’m not exactly sure what a frontal lobotomy is, and I think I’m probably happier that way …]

hunting crocodiles

I’m still so sad about Steve Irwin dying, and I suppose I’m trying to work through why.  Here’s what I’ve come up with:

I’ve kind of come to look at the world in terms of enchantment and disenchantment: there are things that bring me life, and there are other things that suck it out of me.  And (generally speaking), the things I find enchanting aren’t concrete and REAL – they don’t actually exist (eg. Lord of the Rings, Peter Pan, daydreaming; even music I suppose).  But you can’t live in unreality; the Real World must be faced [the Great Commission].  It’s just sad that nearly all of what’s concrete and ‘normal’ is so life-sucking and fallen.

So there’s something mythical-sounding about a human being who discovers a little patch of Reality that is not only real and solid and true, but actually completely enchanting as well.  I feel like that’s what Steve Irwin did – he noticed a world that made his heart beat faster, and managed to make a living from it.  And it’s a real world; it’s our world.  There’s a reason the Crocodile Hunter was just so flipping excited about everything: he noticed how exciting it was!  His eyes kept on opening wider and wider in wonder, while mine get more and more drowsy, grown-up, and responsible.

I love this, from his daughter:  "I had the best daddy in the whole world and I will miss him every day. When I see a crocodile I will always think of him."  That’s a very cool epitaph.

You are my sunshine

It’s been windy (these past two days in the lovely grey monster that is Edinburgh) and wind is my sunshine.  For (seemingly) most people, sun is their sunshine, but that is not really the case for me.  Where you might lie around (on a beach, maybe) ‘basking’, I would be far happier to stand on top of a hill or a cliff or something and be BLOWN.

I just like it.  The reason that I’ve never cut my hair properly short (and hence, why I look the same as 10 years ago) is that I want it to be ruffled.  It’s fine and good when people do it, but that’s a bit of a bonus and a rarity, whereas now I live in Edinburgh I can have my hair messed around with every day 🙂

THEOLOGY OF WIND: In the Bible (both the Hebrew bits and the Greek bits), the word wind is identical to the word for breath and the word for spirit.  I’ve always had issues with the lack of physical contact with a spiritual God (I’m a tactile sort of chap, as you know), but now I prefer to smile and take it literally that one person of the Trinity is called ‘The Wind’.  God is wind, and true worshippers worship Him truthfully and windfully [as it says somewhere]

Hence, The Wind is my sunshine – He is my sunshine.  He makes me happy when skies are grey.