Third Secret of Fatima. I didn’t understand what the priest was going on about this morning during the homily, but now I do (via Metafilter).

Speaking of Mass, is it small minded of me to say that I didn’t care for the service in my new town this morning? There was no choir and not even a cantor. Everyone stumbled through the hymns at their own tempo as a women played a clavinova in the corner, producing an effect rather like a Charles Ives composition. Supposedly there’s a much bigger church about 45 minutes from here, I’ll have to check it out next Sunday. I can’t wait until September when the campus Newman Center opens up again – I hear they have a nice music program.