I was thinking about St.
Blog’s Parish this morning and I realized something. We need a patron saint.
Saint Isidore of Seville has been proposed as the patron saint of the internet,
but that’s for his learning and having written an encyclopedia. He wasn’t much like
a blogger. We need someone like a canonized version of G.K. Chesterton, a journalist,
author, and apologist.
Instead of St. Joseph the Worker Parish, we’d have Saint So-and-so the Blogger Parish.
Thoughts?
Sometimes, there’s just so much to blog about that dedicating a separate post to
each story would be just too many posts to read. Here’s a selection of stuff that
I liked and thought you might like, too.
Here are a couple new blogs by converts to Catholicism.
A Seminarian’s Journey
(Thanks to A
Saintly Salmagundi)
Musings of a Catholic Convert
(Thanks to Blogtones)
Whenever I move up the food chain in The
Truth Laid Bear Ecosystem, I check the incoming links to see who’s linking me.
Doing so I found a complimentary post at extreme
Catholic. Apparently I’m funny. Groovy 🙂
Also found in that post is a link to a cool aggregator of sorts for St. Blog’s sites
(which is how he found me). I wouldn’t have found him if he hadn’t found me.
This piece really made me think. Thanks to Josh
Claybourn by way of the
evangelical outpost.
Ghosts
in the Machines
What Happens to Your Online Self When You Die?
By Ryan Boddy
More than a year after his death, Aaron Huth continues to haunt those who knew him.
His profile on the behemoth six-degrees-of-separation Web site Friendster.com still
lets people know that in May of 2003 he was listening to bands like the Birthday
Party and the Postal Service and reading Nietzsche. His likes and interests were
frozen for posterity on May 26, 2003, the last time he logged into the site. While
Huth’s 12 listed Friendster friends haven’t heard from him since May 29, the day
he passed away, each time they log on to the site they are simultaneously reminded
of his life and his death. They are greeted by pictures of the Harford County native
playing guitar and sporting the dark, wild, curly hair that accompanied his outgoing
personality.