Favorite Quotes 2019

This particular idea I stole from My Quirky Friend. In the late 18th C, it was the fashion for readers to keep little journals full of quotations gathered from books. I should have started doing this years ago because I’m always finding stunning quotes in books — and not usually the ones that are already highlighted 300 times in Kindle versions. The weirdest things make me laugh or pause. If I could only find a way to pass on the weirdness to other people, I might become a more popular writer myself. But short of that, I’m going to highlight a few favorite quotes:

1. “An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it is also more nourishing.” –H.L. Mencken

I can’t hardly read a few sentences of Mencken without wanting to write it all down. His prejudices against idealists, puritans, and socialists are spot on and fit right in with my own distaste for small-minded revolutionaries. And then he couches these prejudices with the pithy punch they so deserve.

2. “If a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing badly.” –G.K. Chesterton

Chesterton is yet another thinker whose quotes could easily fill my own imaginary journal of quotations. This quote works for me on two levels. The first: we are a society that is in love with credentials. So much so that a young woman might get an advanced degree in early childhood education and believe she knows better how to raise toddlers than an uneducated mother who stays at home and, out of love, hugs and swats her children without consulting a textbook. It’s the love component that makes the unpaid mother better than the upstart with the degree, who acts “according to science.” Really, the little upstart is an idealist, a socialist, and a puritan. See previous quote.

3. “No one in the world ever gets what they want
And that is beautiful
Everybody dies frustrated and sad
And that is beautiful” –They Might Be Giants

Oddly, I’ve gotten in blow-up fights over this simple song quotation, by people who’ve called it — mysteriously — satanic. While it’s true that the two Johns who make up the band aren’t Christians, at least that I’m aware of, the quote still resonates with truth. People want things that are evil and destructive. That the vast majority of humans are frustrated in the fulfillment of their schemes or desires is a beautiful thing. Furthermore, the song explains itself: “They want what they’re not, and I wish they would stop singing [nonsense lyrics].” People chase ghosts and mirages that don’t belong to them. The fact that they can’t be something they’re not is a thing of beauty because when they try, destruction follows in their wake. And no doubt, even more frustration and sadness.

4. “Hindsight is always 20/20.”

This is an aphorism, obviously, but I have a different take on it from most people. Most see it as a harsh look at a lack of forethought. When a person looks back, they can see their mistakes, but if they’d possessed forethought, they could have succeeded the first time aound. Hopefully, they will use their hindsight to be successful in the future. The problem with humans, however, is they don’t really have clear hindsight because they’re too clouded with ego. Of course, they might be able to see their mistakes honestly if they let go of ego, but that’s a big if.

For me, hindsight 20/20 is both spiritual and comforting. It allows me not to just see my mistakes (hopefully honestly), but much more than that, I can see God’s hand in my struggles in a way I couldn’t while in the midst of them. I had a basic lack of trust. — cynicism, even nihilism because that’s the way the evil one can get at me. That’s my weakness. Looking back, I’m astonished at how God was not only taking care of me and my family, but others as well. Through us. If God had just answered our prayers immediately and in the way we wanted, eased our struggles, it would have changed the current reality for other people, too. Hindsight 20/20 has, then, become a comfort and faith builder for me.

Those are my quotes for today. I’d like to do a few more if I have time later this afternoon.


Looking Forward, Looking Back: Parte Dos

I’ve been blogging for ten years. Ten long years, in which I’ve been writing exactly what I wanted to instead of building an audience. That’s not good for marketing. Nope, not at all. However, there were two blog series I did that had a stable set of fans who always wanted more: Memoirs From a Nineties Coffee Girl* and New Mexico Noir**. It was my goal from the beginning to compile, edit, and publish these blog posts eventually, but life got in the way. Now I’m finally doing it. I’m giving myself a blessing instead of a curse by telling myself Godspeed, you will complete these tasks, rather than my usual manner of telling myself I will fail from the get-go. It’s good to be realistic, until realism becomes an excuse for not acting. Far be it for me to believe in a “word of faith” movement, which is gnostic at its core. Nevertheless, the messages we tell ourselves eventualy influence how we live our lives. When I see successful men like Scott Adams claiming they created their success by writing it down ten times a day on a sheet of paper, I don’t see hocus-pocus. Inatead, I see that they retrained their cognitive train to run down a different set of tracks. The train then ran to a shiny new station: one where consistent actions created success.

*nonfiction: philosophical essays revolving around coffeehouses

**fiction: a comedic New Mexico based mystery


Mexican Music Monday: Los Ángeles Azules

I was kind of joking when I said I would do a Mexican Music Mondays post. In fact, I wanted to write something else today: see first post. But as I sat alone in my house, working at my computer with my special “compilation just for you” on YouTube blaring from the speakers, I was captured by Cómo te voy a olvidar, a song by Los Ángeles Azules. It’s not a new song by any means, but I had loved listening to it on the radio back in the day. Yes, back in the day.

Let me explain. I’ve been listening to Mexican music for — I don’t know. Fifteen years? It became an obsession when I was studying Spanish at UNM, and I had to make long commutes up the river valley from Socorro to Albuquerque in order to finish my degree. I’m a cross-genre person. I read every book type, listen to almost every type of music. At the time, the radio had made me weary of every. Single. Genre. Until I found ¡noventa y siete punto siete, la que toca puras buenas! After a number of years of my collecting CDs and going to concerts and keeping the car radios stuck at the two Mexican radio stations (Radio Lobo, the one of puras buenas, and for a while, Radio Tricolor before it disappeared), my husband got bored of my obsession and changed the channels and changed out my CDs for other varieties of music, such that my obsession became a private one listened to at the edges of my life. No longer with easy access to a CD player, and two or three computers past the laptop I owned while in college, I had to search through thumb drives for songs. Any songs. Adding insult to injury, there are no good Mexican radio stations here in Roswell, despite the sizeable Mexican population. It’s a conspiracy to steal the heart and soul from my very being!! That may sound dramatic, but I’m listening to dramatic music. Right now on YouTube.

Last summer, we lived in Albuquerque for nearly a month, and I discovered a new Mexican station on the dial. I was astonished by it. It was an endless loop of my favorite songs. In fact, my husband, obviously in a mood to humor me, left the station where I’d put it and proclaimed with his droll wit, “Wow, I think somebody got hold of your old CD collection.” That month reinvigorated my love of Mexican music. No more would I surreptitiously beg Siri to find Banda el recodo — I would listen again in the comfort of my own home, on YouTube, with these loud speakers my husband purchased…when everybody else was gone, of course! Being alone used to happen once in a blue moon — probably less. But now with just me and the adobe walls and the poor puppy to hear me, I can even do Mexican karaoke without my children giving me dirty looks!

That brings me back to the song I mentioned up above. [I’m not typing the band or song titles again because I don’t want to type any more “acutes.” Kind of like when I’m too lazy to put the umlaut on my own book cover. Yes, that lazy.] My heart was taken by it years ago, and it’s still taken by its magical sound. However, I’d never watched the video before. This was a new kind of wonderful because it’s the epitome of retro Mexicano. The smooth synchronized dance moves, the tuxes on the men, the sleek patent leather dresses and boots on the ladies, and the love-lorn content complete with a painted-tile like mural as background, followed by the shadowy cross at twilight. And red and white roses. A lot of them. Absolutely gorgeous. I’m now in love with this band. I’ll post the video below.


I’m going to add to this post because every day is Mexican music day. In my heyday of listening to Radio Lobo, I often confused songs performed by Los Ángeles de Charly with Los Ángeles Azules. The light and dreamy cumbia sound combined with the vocals were very similar to my ear. It turns out that Los Ángeles de Charly was a break-off group from the former, with two of the original singers forming their own cumbia band. They are the band that thrilled me songs such as Que levante la mano. I know what I’m going to listen to right now. On repeat. Btw, as I wrote my post last night, I must listened to Cómo te voy a olvidar twenty times. The kids had their headphones on and husband was out of town for work. Snort. I’m muy subversiva.


The Focus of Mass

No, this isn’t a physics post. It’s about church and its purpose. Metaphysics would be a more accurate subject designation. However, this will function as a very basic apologetic. Why? I’ve mentioned more than once that I listen to or read debates on Protestantism vs Catholicism. There is a fundamental misunderstanding many Protestants have of Catholic worship, and that is the purpose or focus of the Mass. Those Protestants who aren’t converts, that is, those who’ve never been to a Mass, tend to imagine the oddest things about the Catholic church service.

Namely, they believe the Mass is done with a focus on and in consecration of Mary. I don’t know who started this rumor, but I’ve heard it enough times now to know it’s not the belief of one dishonest but ardent Protestant. To give these Protestants the benefit of the doubt, they may have been witness to a video of nuns praying the rosary in a chapel, which repeats a number of Hail Mary’s, and mistaken it for a Mass. It is not.

First off, let me explain why I ended up going to Catholic Masses in the first place:

    1. We had at one time been members of an LCMS congregation, but God had led us away from the Lutheran church after moving;
    2. However, I longed for the liturgical service because taking the Lord’s Communion wasn’t the same in churches where the elements were unconsecrated and the grape juice had replaced the wine;
    3. For a couple of years, I could find no other job than one that required me to work on Sundays, and the Catholic church is the only one I knew of in my community where I could go to church on Saturday evenings, as well as every other day of the week. Obviously, only the Saturday and Sunday services are considered appropriate for meeting the Sabbath requirement, but, the fact is, they offer the elements seven days a week, and all around the world, too. That’s not to mention the little chapels for prayer they often keep open twenty-four/seven;
    4. To reiterate this last point in a simple statement: the Catholic church makes themselves available to people in a way that Protestant denominations do not.

Yes, but why do Protestants assume the Mass is about Mary? Better question: Why didn’t I believe that? The answer is simple. I went to Lutheran services for years, so I understood the purpose of the liturgical service — one that had sprung directly from Catholicism. Also, during my years of constant reading, I had studied the Roman Catholic catechism and the “apocryphal”* books. I knew Catholics weren’t allowed to worship Mary; that is considered idolatry. More than that, the entire liturgical service leads to the crux, as it were: taking the body and blood of Jesus Christ. That is what a Mass is. That’s what it has always been. The congregants pray and repent and praise God, thereby preparing their hearts to receive Jesus in the Eucharist. Whether the congregants do this quietly on their knees while the priest prays and does most of the movement, or kneel and stand along with the priest, depends on the service being a traditional Latin rite or conversely a post-Vatican II Mass. But either way, the movement of the Mass still leads to accepting the sacrifice of Jesus. Never Mary. Ever. In fact, her name might be mentioned once (twice at the most) in the service, and only in a list of other saints who stand as witnesses who’ve gone before us. Interestingly enough, many traditional Catholics reject the modern Mass, but not because it has a focus on Mary (or doesn’t). No, they reject the modern service because the priest interacts more with the congregants than with Jesus, even down to blessing the elements and then allowing Eucharistic ministers from the congregation to pass them to the people. Protestants are so out of touch with Catholics that they don’t know Catholic infighting is about audience participation. But over Mary? Perish the thought. Their church authorities have determined repeatedly that Mary is important because she said yes to God and became the mother of our savior. Her act of obedience should lead us to Jesus, always.

To reiterate what the Mass is about, I’ll quickly detail the order of it. Confession and repentance. Praising God. Bible readings (one each from the Old Testament, the epistles, and the gospels; if you follow the weekly readings and not just the Sunday ones, you will read the entire Bible in two years). The homily, based on the Bible readings. Affirmation of faith in the creed. Communal prayer. Offertory. Eucharistic service: involves the Lord’s Prayer, the people blessing each other, the priest blessing the sacraments, and then the people partaking of the elements. Final kneeling, contemplation, and prayers. The priest carries the cross out into the world, and the people follow, bearing the gospel in their hearts.

This last part is very important as a distinction between Catholic and Protestant churches. Church is for renewal of Christians so they are spiritually ready to carry the gospel into the rest of their week. Are they successful at this? Not always; they are, after all, just people. They follow rituals that begin to lose their meaning after a while, and they forget the reason the priest is carrying the cross out of the church with the people at his heels. In fact, there are a number of Catholics who ditch the Mass just as soon as they’ve taken the elements. That is the sad reality. But the complacency of people doesn’t change the content and meaning of the Mass.

Many Protestant church services have been so long removed from the traditional Mass that they’ve forgotten that its focus was always the spiritual renewal of the people, primarily by partaking of the body and blood of Jesus Christ. In fact, many Protestant churches rarely make the Lord’s Supper available to the congregants at all. The focus of the Protestant service is on either the sermon, the praise and worship time, or the altar call. In many churches, the singing and homily are meant to lead to the altar call as the crux. Why? Their focus is on spreading the gospel in the church rather than renewing the spirit of the people so they can spread the gospel during the week. I remember the days in youth group when we were pressured to invite non-Christians to church in order for them to be saved. We were not considered “good” Christians unless we did this. To avoid the potential for Christians to be left spiritually empty, Protestants have Sunday Schools and Bible studies. See, I’m not knocking their model. The corporate service has a different purpose; that’s all (and granted, their are 1000s of Protestant churches, but a good many of them have the above model). I just wish Protestants would try to understand the Catholic service before writing articles slandering it.

*I put that in quotes because some of the books Protestants consider to be apocrypha, Catholics consider to be part of the Canon. Catholics use the word “apocrypha” only for books outside the Canon, generally pseudepigraphal books. That is, they are known to be stories that couldn’t have been written by the purported author during the time he would have been writing.


Looking Forward, Looking Back

It’s a mystery how quickly the Christmas holiday fades. Here in NM, we often have a false spring in January; that’s part of it. But it’s more a matter of facing reality head-on again, whereas in December I’m looking at it sideways because I’m distracted by pretty things: decorations, lights, music, tamales. A Thomas Kincaid, painter of light vision of reality, heartening back to “simpler” times, or quiet times of the soul. Despite having to jump with both feet, face first into life last week, I’m still contemplating what this next year will bring.

If I had to review 2018, I would say it was a year of struggle, searching for a new path — God lifting the gates so I could move forward. I quit my stable job at the end of 2017, which explains the struggle. I despaired throughout much of 2018 as I tried to renew my freelance business(es). I needed to be at a point where I could turn away work, not accept it in the nick of time. Am I there? Yes, but not solely due to editing and book formatting because God has given me unexpected work in other areas.

Also, I published my book The Minaverse in 2018. The sales were…disappointing to say the least. So that is not included in my freelance work. Recently, a reader sent me a message, claiming my book is “brilliant” and needs to be made into a film. She clarified: the characterization and setting are brilliant (my two best skills are one, really, because setting is a character to me), but the visual comedy would translate to film well. Flying prosthetics, playing whack-a-mole with a baseball bat and androids, soccer players defying gravity. I had fun writing it, but have had a nearly impossible time convincing others to buy it, let alone read it. Heck, my asking for beta and free review reads was like pleading in a dark, soundless room where nobody could see or hear me. It has been a bizarre experience.

But now 2019 has arrived, and although I’m disappointed in my own performance — I’m still not done with the next book?? — my life is very full right now. I have nothing to complain about. I don’t need sales to keep me writing, though having readers would be an inspiration, like that moment after you’ve applied for a job and checked back numerous times, and the company finally calls you back. That’s what having readers feels like.

In my spare time lately, I listen to conversion videos on YouTube. These often involve apologetics, but not always. It’s fascinating to me why Christians turn wholeheartedly to Protestantism or Catholicism: converts tend to be the most ardent people. And yet, and yet…they are ardent for Jesus (that’s key) by going in opposing directions (or they assume they are moving down an opposing path). These two groups are like squabbling siblings, though, who have the same father. It’s my guess that complacency kills us inside, and that God is surprising us awake. I think God does want to surprise us. Not by going against his own nature, but by how he works in our lives. Last year didn’t go as I expected or hoped it would (I hardly had an expectation that I would sell a ton of books after not publishing for four years), but I’ve been surprised by many things.

Through all this contemplating the future, I’ve determined my word for 2019 is surprise. Funny, I know. Because that’s every year of life. We can predict the future, but we can’t foretell it. Not under normal circumstances, anyway.