Saturday, October 22, 2005

Go West?

So I got an e.mail the other day from one of the vaunted Three Queens of San Francisco letting me know that su casa es mi casa, should I ever so desire. (For the curious, this came from the Humanitarianess. For the really curious, the other two are the Lawyeress and the Actress. The latter is currently in exile in North Carolina, but oh well. I digress.)

Man alive, is that a dangerous invitation these days -- when the Queens congregate, the effect is much like the blessedly eventful flip side of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. And I sure as hell could use a change of scenery. And enough people have materialised from out of nowhere to say that Sodom by the Sea is pure heaven that it's almost freakishly omenesque.

Now, I've been promising myself that I'll make the trip to crown Darth fils when the day comes. Who knows if I'll ever return here?

I mean, c'mon, if I can tell you that Rigali and Stika noshed Lungotevere last night, that a Synod Father "conspicuous by his arrogance" was bypassing his small group and sending his personal modi to the floor and that a certain national college went all kinds of nutty about an archiepiscopal "intruder" from six time zones away, then what's another three?

Hell, from this chair in which I'm sitting right now, I was The San Francisco Chronicle's source that that city's archbishop would become the most powerful American in Vatican history ten days out. (Observant readers will remember that I wrote an op-ed to celebrate, to boot.) Some still can't get over that -- and the paper didn't believe it themselves at first, even after I had the champagne in the fridge. But when the call comes through that "It's time to Rock 'n Roll," well, it's time to Rock 'n Roll, no?

Best of all, I don't think Archbishop Niederauer's curia is big on intimidating into silence independent observers keen to do their jobs. That's a big plus.

And, lest I forget, there's the divinely-inspired Mark Morford, whose columns have become the Bible of our times.

Suffice it to say, the wheels are a-turnin'. I'm in dire need of a Love Parade.

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5 Comments:

Blogger Jimmy Mac said...

I sincerely have to doubt whether or not those 3 are TRULY Queens in San Francisco!

(Rock ... you knew that I would have to make some comment about your posting!)

22/10/05 18:33  
Blogger Sainte Chopin said...

GO WEST?!?!?!?!

What would a Vatican observer be doing listening to the Pet Shop Boys???

I suppose preparing for Sodom By The Sea...?

23/10/05 14:39  
Blogger John Bianco said...

Rocco, I am sorry that you are having a difficult time with the instituional church, as we know even devine instituions can have major problems as long as man still runs it.

But do not be surprised that you make enimies so to speak not because of what you say, but how you say it. If you interact with people in real life like how you act on your blog, giving a compliment to, for lack of a better word, swine such as Mark Moford, then do not be surprised people have a less than charitable reaction to you.

As for San Francisco itself, I grew up in the Bay Area, and I will say with confidence is that the enviroment there is not going to help you keep your faith, and that mass attendance by non immigrant under 30 year olds is probably in the single digits.

23/10/05 15:40  
Blogger Laura Gonzalez said...

The Bay Area rocks.

Rocco, I'm not a queen, but you're welcome to come and see me and my *vibrant* parish community here in Sonoma County, beautiful wine country.

23/10/05 22:53  
Blogger Jimmy Mac said...

Ah, yes: all of us out here are doomed to perdition and beyond the pale.

That's why this is one of the most creative, innovative and vibrant cities in the US.

Maybe the relative lack of oppressive religious and ethnic forces foster that? Hmmmmmmm.

25/10/05 12:54  

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