The Alphabet Assignment: R
Our first list of the season! Believe it or not, I was having trouble finding enough Rs, and it wasn't until the Easter Vigil liturgy that I came up with the last entry for this list. Guess which one . . . =P
(You might recall that Easter Vigil made my E list.)
To have this as #1 spoils my alphabetical order, but asserts my theological order. Happy Easter!
2) Redwall by Brian Jacques
Talking mice. A whole monastery full of talking mice. Is there really anything more to say? (Well, okay, there's this to say: it's the first book in a whole series featuring talking mice, birds, badgers, squirrels, hedgehogs and woodland friends galore!)
3) Retro stuff
I like everything better after it has aged a bit--and nostalgia seems to be my default emotion. Even the 90s are becoming cool now . . . which reminds me: did you hear that Wes Craven is making Scream 4??? Yeah!!!
4) R.J. Jacinto
When I was still shuffling along in an awful Business School, I had a teacher who was critical of Jacinto's entrepreneurial choices. Apparently, he had inherited a great family business, but dumped it so that he could play his guitars. Well, my current guitar is one of his models; one of my friends takes her guitar lessons from a teacher at his school; and I like tuning in to his radio station every Sunday, when he plays nothing but "Oldies." I'd say he made the right choices.
5) Robbie Williams
Probably the best Pop star in the world, even if he only sings about himself--because he has mastered the art of singing about himself. But if the clues he is leaving in his wake are even half as meaningful as I think they are, then his soul is very troubled. Pray for him . . .
6) Robin Hood
My first hero! I would have dressed up as Robin Hood for one Halloween, but my mother refused on the grounds that it was a boy's costume. (She said the same thing when I wanted to go as Peter Pan . . . and the Karate Kid. Mothers!) Also note that his "stealing from the rich and giving to the poor" is not some proto-communism, but a radical medieval ideal.
Still my favourite cyborg! And still both the only Christ-figure cyborg and the only Catholic cyborg there is. There is more than one way to drive metal into a man's body so that he is attached to his cross forever. Only Peter Weller can play Murphy properly, though, so only the first two movies are watchable.
8) Rocky Balboa
I discovered the Rocky movies during a very low point in my life, and they actually helped turn me around. When Stallone made Rocky Balboa a couple of years after that, I was freaking ecstatic. I had been too young for the first four--and no adult in my life had had enough imagination to take me to the fifth--but #6 got to be my big screen Rocky movie. Deo gratias!
9) Romance Novels
Although I'm not even half the Romance reader I used to be, I don't think I will ever stop loving the Romance form, or admiring the writers who manage to be so creative under such strict conditions. It takes a special set of writing skills to follow the same formula as everybody else and still come up with something different.
The eternal city! And one which has been filled with so many foreigners since the time all roads started to lead to it, that it is tempting to say that everyone is Roman. Yet only a select handful have ever been native Romans. One of the great tragedies of my life is not having been born in Rome. Yet though I have not had a say in my birth, I may yet make a statement about my death--and as usual, G.K. Chesterton wrote the words for me: "Lift not my head from bloody ground,/ Bear not my body home,/ For all the earth is Roman earth/ And I shall die in Rome."