ok...so as an irish catholic raised woman turned umm...well pretty much any other religion.....I usually spend mine either wearing orange out of spite (the color of the protestants, even though they murder people of my heritage over there) or making fun of the people who want to celebrate the good ole irish holiday by pretending to be irish and getting fucked up and can't handle themselves (its amateur night) lol...however...thsi eyar I have decided to dress up like a leprechaun hooker and hit up the bard starting at 6:30 am for quarter beers.......and probably will end up dancing on tables in a lude fashion. Which many may deem amateur alcoholic behavior...but honestly...no this is just me having a good time......

I suppose that we are all masters of our own art, and early in life we decide what we are going to do, going to be, and what we are going to know and learn. I chose art, over everything. Just as some people choose everything over art. No, I haven't joined the urban poetry cafe yet, but now I will knowing that it exists. I'll be uploading more artwork as time continues and as it is created, thank you. And yes, job searching sucks, as I'm currently in THAT trade. :-p

Actually, although I no longer have the woodblock I carved (unfortunately), I did made a few impressions of it at the time, so I'm sure I could send one your way if you'd like.

I can't relate to anything in today's journal entry, sorry Patrick was great. He didn't drive paganism out, he just showed it its heart.

Thanks for the testiclemoanial I'll try to do you justice in return.

carbombs and guinness... all night long.

and memorize a few irish drinking songs beforehand so you can sing them in your drunken state

Why thank you.

I'd suggest number three for your Saturday frolics. You may wake up in the morning with pains, bruises and fresh regrets, but think of the frisson it'll give to Sunday.

My main beef with any criticism of the saints is just that people tend to make noble Christian endeavours synonymous with the totalitarian hypocrisy of churches and churchmen. In rejecting the latter (quite rightly) they reject the former (quite wrongly), baby-with-the-bathwater-wise. It just seems like the easy route everyone takes now in rejecting Christianity out of hand - churches and churchmen in recent times = bad, therefore all Christianity/Christians = bad. You know?

In my experience, true Christianty (which is rarely even glimpsed by most) has a hell of a lot in common with paganism, with nature-worship and elemental beings and so on. Christ's being encompasses all that. But, as you'll have noticed, the early churchmen felt the need to drive that out as much as they could, maybe wrongly, maybe wisely, but their actions, I believe, should never be allowed to stand in the way of an objective understanding of Christianity itself, which can only be found independently, through individual effort.

I see Christ more in a dandelion or a stream than I do in a forbidding cathedral or in the fiery words of a bible-bashing preacher.

Yep.