bits of barth
Barth CD I/2 8:50 am
"we distinguish the Bible as such from revelation. A witness is not absolutely identical with that to which it witnesses"
"there is no point in ignoring the writtenness of Holy Writ for the sake of its holiness, its humanity for the sake of its divinity"
"There is a notion that complete impartiality is the most fitting disposition for true exegesis... [this notion is] merely comical"
bits of barth
“@mollyborst: @pavi whew! Did "I" finally finish Barth?” you wish! we've only done 2/13. reading #bloom for a break. back to soon :)
roseanne
The end of my addiction to fame happened at the exact moment Roseanne dropped out of the top ten, in the seventh of our nine seasons. It was mysteriously instantaneous! I clearly remember that blackest of days, when I had my office call the Palm restaurant for reservations on a Saturday night, at the last second as per usual. My assistant, Hilary, who is still working for me, said—while clutching the phone to her chest with a look of horror, a look I can recall now as though it were only yesterday: “The Palm said they are full!” Knowing what that really meant sent me over the edge. It was a gut shot with a sawed-off scattershot, buckshot-loaded pellet gun. I made Hil call the Palm back, disguise her voice, and say she was calling from the offices of Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman. Instantly, Hil was given the big 10-4 by the Palm management team. I became enraged, and though she was uncomfortable doing it (Hil is a professional woman), I forced her to call back at 7:55 and cancel the 8:00 reservation, saying that Roseanne—who had joined Tom and Nicole’s party of seven—had persuaded them to join her at Denny’s on Sunset Boulevard. The feeling of being used all those years just because I was in the top ten—not for my money or even my gluttony—was sobering indeed. I vowed that I would make a complete change top to bottom and rid myself of the desires that had laid me low. (I also stopped eating meat for a year, out of bitterness and mourning for the Palm’s bone-in rib-eye steaks.) As inevitably happens to all stars, I could not look myself in the mirror for one more second. My dependence on empty flattery, without which I feared I would evaporate, masked a deeper addiction to the bizarro world of fame. I had sold my time and company at deflated prices just for the thrill of reserving the best tables at the best restaurants at the very last minute with a phone call to the maître d’—or the owner himself, whose friendship I coddled just to ensure premium access to the aforementioned, unbelievably good smoked-salmon pizza.
via nymag.com.
bits of barth
"Scripture is holy & the Word of God because by the Holy Spirit it became & will become to the Church a witness to divine revelation"
indian weddings
The Indian wedding industry is awash with examples of trend-setting matrimonial excess: elephants flown from India to Monte Carlo to carry the groom on his grand entrance; bringing Moscow's Bolshoi Ballet to perform at a reception; and laying on a fleet of private jets with hourly departures, so that guests could come and go as they pleased.
via TIME.