It doesn’t seem right not to post something about the leaving pilgrims. Apart from a few annoyances (like being stuck at central yesterday afternoon with half a million people leaving the Pope’s mass…bad timing), it seemed like the whole thing went pretty well.
Their singing annoyed us, their enthusiasm worried us, and their constant happiness confused us. But with slightly drunken reflection on Friday afternoon heading home on a train full of them, I was pretty proud we coped with it all quite well. And for the whole WYD period the city looked amazing. I mean – REALLY amazing.
I was even quite taken by Pope B. I was actually quite struck by his question that could you could knowingly stand in front of someone who was a victim of violence or sexual degradation and say you consume that stuff for entertainment. Made me think of various discussions of late around cognitive surplus and how we do spend our time…(she says after watching two crappy episodes of lipstick jungle last night…what was I thinking??? Over an hour of my life…GONE)
But still my burning question is around his shoes and if they are prada. And I did a bit of snooping and it seems like Pope B is on a bit of a branding bonanza! Natuzzi, i-pod, serengetti sunnies…everyone wants a piece of him. But the Vatican has come out and stated “The pope, in summary, does not wear Prada, but Christ.” And when you bring him into it I guess that’s pretty final.
No crowds to speak of last night or this morning, and again, rode down Hickson Road as if it was my private street! But crossing darling harbour last night I was cheered on my some green-lovin’, wild eyed pilgrims from the states – they cheered “Yay for cycling!” and waved their large US flags. It was…well, strange. Normally the only thing yelled out to me when I ride is some obscentity from a white van driver as he (yes, always a he) tries to clip me off and run me into the gutter.
mm asked me to ride over their tents this morning – but alas – none camping out around here. Sorry.
But Thursday the Pope actually cruises by my office window. City workers are encouraged to work from home but I have a few meetings so think I’ll have to come in. I guess it’s not every day a pope floats by.
I wanted to jot down a few things I am thinking about, but doing nothing concrete on…
1. this was sent to me by MM and at almost the same moment I had been skim reading the same thing here on Get Shouty. Cognitive Surplus…no doubt some dinner time conversation about this tonight, but I wonder – Is this a papal miracle?
2. Thinking more and more about how word of mouth may kill something that I love dearly and what my next post will be – and will be lighting a candle about this tonight at mass
3. why do I covet an iphone so suddenly, when I was all nonchalant about the whole thing just this time last week – will say a few hail marys before bedtime
4. have been meaning to get more thoughts down about social objects, but sloth has taken hold - please say a prayer for me
That’s about all the WYD stuff I can make links to – trying to find something to tie to the stations of the cross which I believe is kicking off tomorrow, but struggling. But want to leave you with one final image…
Rumours these are Prada...
I am curious to find out what craziness is instal for me on Hickson Road after reading Sydneyberlins funny tweets – wish me luch as I try and ride through it…