December, 2011


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Dec 11

a look back on 2011 that mostly focuses on me

Most blogs, which have actual “reputations,” will provides lists of the top 10 news stories, albums, movies, photos, etc. at the end of each year. They have that covered really well, though, which leaves me with the only thing I’m an expert on: me. (It’s an and up-and-coming, although narrow, field.) So, in roughly chronological order, here’s what goes through my head when I think of 2011 – including the constant attempts at humor and quips, I’m sorry to say.

2011: An Abridged Reflection That’s Probably Missing a Lot of Components (But There Are Pictures!)

+++ My last semester at LMU began with the new year, which also meant my last semester with the Los Angeles Loyolan, LMU’s student-run newspaper, did too. My last major duty as editor in chief was to coordinate the Loyolan’s annual First Amendment Week, which gave me several ulcers but ended up being completely worth it because the week was hugely successful and also fun. Our keynote was John Legend, who at the end of his keynote sang a 10-song set. I’m sure everyone listened to his keynote as intently as they listened to his concert.

This is perhaps the most awkward photo that John Legend has ever been a part of. Would you believe me if I told you that Legend is at the far left?

Oh, one of the best parts of this week was that I got to dress up for the events. What does that say about me? Do not answer that.

This is me IN YET ANOTHER SUIT moderating one of the First Amendment Week events. I forget which one. But look at that suit.

We also got Joel Stein to come and give a talk, which was a big deal for me because you might have noticed that I flatter the bejeezus out of him with my writing style, as imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I’m still trying to figure out when that becomes plagiarism. He signed a program for me and wrote me a note that said, in part, “Thanks for being so gay for me. Now leave me alone.” I framed it.

For once, I am not the funniest person in a photo. (Just trying to think of captions that will make my readers hate me.)

When May rolled around, it was time to graduate – but first I had to say goodbye to the Loyolan staff, office and adviser. (It was easiest to say goodbye to office, in retrospect.) As the outgoing editor in chief, per tradition, I was the subject of the paper’s final “11 Burning Questions” segment, in which I embarrassed myself by asking new editor in chief Kenzie O’Keefe if I could add a question to her list of questions when she was done. She left the part where I asked to add a question in there. When nobody was looking, I shed a few tears because the Loyolan had been my favorite part of LMU.

SINCERE CAPTION: You're all the best. FOR THOSE NOT IN THE KNOW: The blank card was so we could Photoshop words onto there and make it look like the Loyolan staff was holding a sign that said, for instance, "The 'L' is for 'Loyolan,' not 'Loser'!"

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Dec 11

advent busted halo blog: the end

The arrival of Christmas means the end of “Alternative Advent,” the Advent series I’m writing over at Busted Halo. Here are the final posts – if you’ve been keeping up with it, I thank you, and would hug you if I could. Probably. Merry Christmas!

Part 7: I’ve Learned Not to Mess with My Grandma’s Nativity Scene

[Some] years my dad will put lights on our house; other years he’ll refrain and then try to get me to put them up when I complainbut I’m not falling for that. Sometimes, being San Diegans who are accustomed to temperatures that never go below 63°, we’ll drive out to the mountains where it snows and have a good laugh at how priceless my younger brother’s reaction is when getting pelted by a snowball with a nice rock nestled inside. My mom is actually the only one who is completely consistent with her Christmas tradition — every year, she’ll put out all 15 of her nutcrackers and arrange them in such a way so that they stare at me, ready to strike, while I’m watching TV. Full post

Part 8: Reflections on an Advent Lived Intentionally (and Siberian Huskies)

The Christmas season, after you take away the gifts and the shopping and the music and the cookies (and the Siberian husky you smuggled into your basement so you could try and make it look like a baby polar bear) can feel really empty. That’s because there’s pressure from all sides to skip Advent, to skip the preparation for what’s a hugely meaningful, hope-filled day. When you do that, Christmas stops being a joyful remembrance of one of the most concrete gestures of love this world has ever seen. Instead, it’s just incredibly stressful, because you have no idea how where to even begin with that Siberian husky. Full post

Grand Finale: It’s Not Just Christmas

The relief you feel at being able to say “Merry Christmas” when Advent is over is akin to what you feel after Lent’s over and you can say “Alleluia!” (Or “Hallelujah,” if you’re Jeff Buckley or Rufus Wainwright or pretty much any artist because everyone covers that song.) Now we’re in the celebratory season, and why wouldn’t we be? God delivered a baby – in circumstances that even the most faithful of believers would call “fairly miraculous” and “otherwise impossible” – to the world so that God could fulfill on a promise of eternal life. After the reflective season of Advent, which is focused on difficult things like being present and being grateful and cultivating a greater awareness of what we already have, the temptation – at least for me – is to take the advice of Taio Cruz: throw my hands up in the air (sometimes), say “Heyo,” and let go of all those good but not-easy-to-maintain habits for which Advent is so conducive. Full post

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Dec 11

merry christmas from me (and my brothers) to you.

May your December 25 of 2011 be a joyous and peace-filled celebration with family, friends and loved ones. Also lots of delicious food and plenty of awkward photos. Your reading my blog is one of the best gifts I could imagine, besides iPads and such. But really, thank you!

-josé


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Dec 11

a letter to cardinal francis george of chicago

A serious post: This past Sunday, Cardinal Francis George of Chicago appeared on FOX Chicago for an interview to talk about Christmas and his favorite memories the holiday held for him. He also addressed the current controversy surrounding the city’s gay pride parade, the route of which would have sent it past a local parish around the same time Mass was being held. The pastor of that parish asked the parade organizers to change the start time of the event so that it wouldn’t conflict with the Mass, and George agreed with the pastor’s stance on FOX, saying: “Well, I go with the pastor. I mean, he’s telling us that they won’t be able to have Church services on Sunday, if that’s the case. You know, you don’t want the Gay Liberation Movement to morph into something like the Ku Klux Klan, demonstrating in the streets against Catholicism.” In response, I sent this letter to George’s archdiocesan office today.

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December 23, 2011

Francis Cardinal George
Archdiocese of Chicago
835 N. Rush St.
Chicago, IL 60611-2030
 

To Francis Cardinal George:

I’m writing in reference to your recent comments comparing an LGBT pride movement to the Ku Klux Klan.

I was born and raised Catholic. In recent years, I have shied more and more away from my religion because of my utter disgust with the way the Catholic hierarchy has conducted itself regarding various matters: the horrific sex abuse scandal that still rages on; the treatment of women as secondary; the grotesque characterizations of non-Christian religions; the blatant hypocrisy regarding just economic practices; the oppression of the LGBT community. The list goes on, but I am writing in regards to the latter.

That you would compare the victims in our own modern-day civil rights movement to the KKK, that group of oppressors that sought to violently promote white supremacy, is at worst malicious and at best grossly, incredibly, unbelievably ignorant. That you would look upon a community that has suffered only because it wants to be able to love, that most profound of human desires, and thoughtlessly compare it to a violent, racist mob says volumes about not only about your suitability for leadership within the Catholic Church (or lack thereof), but your own, personal adherence to the Golden Rule (or lack thereof).

As a straight man who not only “tolerates” or “accepts” the LGBT community, but embraces and smiles upon its way of loving, I am appalled by your decision to stand by your words and reject love in the name of an outdated, unreasonable and unloving status quo. I am disgusted by your bigotry and I am ashamed that my Church allows you to lead any of its faithful. Your comments have effectively eliminated your credibility and your integrity.

It is my hope that, in addition to an apology, your resignation will be forthcoming – it seems as if your job is keeping you too busy to genuinely reflect on the basics of Christian love. Our Church’s faithful can’t afford that.

Sincerely,

José Martinez
(619) xxx-xxxx
j.martinez889@gmail.com

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Dec 11

the 4 worst christmas songs

Last year, around this time, I posted a list of my top 10 Christmas songs. When I asked a friend what he thought of it, he looked at me, shook his head and said, “It wasn’t really that good.” After retrieving my laptop from the ground outside the building I’d thrown it out of and picking up the pieces (of my computer and, more importantly, my life), I’ve decided to do something a bit different this year. I’m giving you four of the worst Christmas songs I think are out there – three are on this list because of the songs themselves, and one is on here because of the…way in which it’s sung.

4. “Wintersong” – Sarah McLachlan

Way in which it’s the worst: That “I would not like to spend my holidays in a deep, blinding sadness that has encased my heart in a fog of despair” kind of way

This is the only song on this list where I feel the need to clarify that this song itself is not bad – it’s actually gorgeous, modest and incredibly, unbelievably painful to listen to. “Wintersong” is about that feeling you get when you miss someone so much that it actually suffocates you – during the Christmas season. The first time I really listened to the lyrics, I expected something about how pretty winter is, chestnuts, “I like snow,” that kind of thing. When I realized what McLachlan was actually saying, though, and then listened to how she was singing it, I felt like I’d been punched in the gut: It’s either about the most gut-wrenching breakup in the history of Christmas, or it’s about somebody dying and spending Christmas without them. This isn’t a song you’ll want on loop if you want your holiday season to be remotely cheerful.

"Oh – 'Merry' Christmas."

Sample lyrics:

It’s late and morning’s  in no hurry / but sleep won’t set me free / I lie awake and try to recall / how your body felt beside me

Oh, how I miss you now, my love / Merry Christmas / Merry Christmas / Merry Christmas / my love

Sense of joy fills the air / and I daydream and I stare / Up at the tree and I see / you’re a star up there

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