Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
"Well, this should be fun today" I thought. The word was in the epistle which was from Jeremias 1: 1-10.
The St. Jerome's Latin version didn't mince words: "In diebus illis: Factum est verbum Domini ad me, dicens: Priusquam te formarem in utero, novi te: et antequam exires de vulva, sanctificavi te, et prophetam in gentibus dedite."
The English given for that same passage: "In those days the word of the Lord came to me, saying: Before I formed thee in the bowels[! not exactly accurate, is it?] of thy mother, I knew thee: and before thou camest forth out of the womb [true enough, but that's not EXACTLY what it said!] I sanctified thee, and made thee a prophet unto the nations."
I guess they didn't want Victorian [and later!] folks fainting had an "exact" translation been given! Hand missals frequently didn't have all the Latin. Who said it didn't pay to study the classics?
Monday, June 22, 2009
...most of whom are never called "dad."
I always pray my "Sunday Rosary" for priests everywhere. (The Saturday rosary is for seminarians.) I do hope others will join me.
Thank goodness it's "the year of the Priest" -- I thought "the year of Paul" would never be over!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Here's one for dear old dad. Didn't always appreciate him when I was younger, and he was far from perfect, but he had many good points. Basic respect for the working man, a hard worker, good provider, honest in business dealings, a fine patriot, and a sharp wit. Deceased since 2001, but remembered this day.
It's the classic "letterman Jacket" picture. Dad, skinny as he was then, played on the football team. Frackville, Pa., being a small town, even had some skinny guys like dad on the team. I asked him if he was a "tough guy" on the field. He said "I broke a kid's leg once." I asked "On purpose?" And he thought a bit and said "Well, let's just say 'accidentally on purpose.'" I laughed and mom just said "Oh, EDDDD." And then she had to laugh too.
This picture was taken in about 1948, give or take a year. Dad was about 16 here.
www.archive.org can be quite useful for sound file uploads.
(A while back Deb wanted to hear my voice, so here's the post. And to answer the unanswered questions: No, I've never smoked, except a couple stale Camel ciggies from a pack my father forgot about when I was 14 -- I might as well have eaten an ashtray, it cured me of any desire to look cool -- and yes, I would screw up the blended sound of any women's choir - my "break" note is middle "E" and I HATE my head voice, although I can do okay in the lower range. I can be heard above any pack of shrill female voices twittering for things in shops and get served first, so it has certain advantages.)
I'd done with a mile swim at the Kroc Center yesterday, and rewarded myself with some QT afterwards in the therapy pool. I was first one in, and was joined shortly thereafter by a "hippy aged" member.
AGLKAD: I just saw the most frightening bumper sticker I've ever seen!
AGLKAD: It said: "Stop global whining! " Such ignorance!
AGLKAD: I think it is people's behavior that's causing the high temps.
Gem: I love it! I wonder where I can get one?
At this point, the young blue eyed blond life guard, sitting within earshot, about peed herself choking back laughter. The conversation continued...
Gem: Coldest record June temps!
YBEBLG: You bet, it's been freezing out here.
AGLKAD: [silent, like Marcel Marceau]
Gem: Matter of fact, I celebrated Earth Day by renting a humvee and driving all over town, left the lights on, and told people they shouldn't be out shopping, but home, making more babies!
YBEBLG: [not being able to stiffle a laugh burst out laughing]
AGLKAD: [opens pie hole, then thinking better of it, shuts it.]
Fortunately, at that point another woman came on in, and the conversation quickly turned to books. NOT "Earth in the Lurch" or whatever the hell it was called.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
There is a sign regards his martyrdom which reads:
"Born Melchior Jayme on October 18, 1740 in the farming village of San Juan, Majorca, Spain. In 1760 he was received into the Franciscan Order and chose "Luis" as his religious name. Padre Jayme became pastor of the Mission San Diego in 1771 and was instrumental in moving the Mission inland from the Presidio to the present site in August of 1774. By December of that year, a number of adobe and thatch buildings were constructed. Crops were planted and many natives joined the Christian life and were baptized.
Progress was being made until the early hours of Novemeber 5, 1775 when hundreds of natives from surrounding rancheras set fire to Mission buildings, pillaged the church, and cruely murdered Fr. Jayme as he met them with his usual greeting 'Amar a Dios hijos - Love God, my children.'
Fr. Jayme became the first California martyr, because of his self-sacrifice, devotion, faith, and love. His remains are buried in the sanctuary of the church at Mission San Diego de Alcala."
Below is a picture of the Mission, the first in a chain of over 20 all up and down the California coast.
Surprised I hadn't posted about this earlier. I've lived so close to it for so long, I tend to take it for granted. I met a friend for Mass there last night, and thought it might be something my readers would enjoy.
BTW, Abe Lincoln, was a friend of the Missions. The Mexicans had confiscated them in the early 1800s, I believe, and they were allowed to go to ruin, and used as storehouses and all such things by the anticlerical Mexican government. Later on when this land, after it became part of the US, was given back to the church by Abraham Lincoln. [Abe gave back all the mission lands. I know up in San Juan Capistrano, there's a nice plaque mentioning his role.]
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Well, 0ero manages to show continued contempt for our ally, the UK. The UK, that country that is consistently "there" to help combat global terror? 0ero paid such loyalty and good will back by releasing radical Muslim Gitmo detainees to Bermuda, without consulting with the UK first. The UK, who by well known agreements, etc. is responsible for Bermudas security.
Does the head hacker sympathizer in the White House have to show continual contempt for the UK? Can the UK throw out our ambassador, because it seems to me, releasing terrorists into a country someone else has to protect seems like an act of war.
At the very least, since 0ero sent back the bust of Churchill, can the queen send back that i-pod the Obamination gave her with a message attached to tell him to shove it right up his backside? Maybe then he'll start to catch a clue. But I think the worst of it is, this evil closet Muslim, DOES know he is being contemptuous. And he doesn't give a damn.
Thanks again, all you losers who voted for him. We'll all be dead, the way this is going. But I hope you guys die before me so I can spit on your graves first. Assuming your grave isn't under the result of a nuclear weapon being expended.
[Hey, UK, if you declare war on us, for tacitly declaring war on you by this action, next time you torch the WH, can you make sure the present occupant is at home?]
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Panoramic View from the USS Midway:
We lucked out, although they have a nice brochure and headset and guided tour, it doesn't have the immediacy of talking to someone actually serving on such a ship. But when we were down in the engine room, by chance also was a visiting enlisted man who is serving on another carrier who works in the engine room, who was touring his own family and friends around. He said on his detail there's 12 guys, and you work your way up by learning each position -- starting with the poor schlep who has to note all the reading on the gages and communicate them to the "powers that be" upstairs. The engine room is hotter than hades as it is under normal ops but in the Gulf it can get to well over 100 degrees down there.
Here's a picture of a little bit of the engine room.
This youngster here isn't all that much younger than the average crew member. The average serving crew member on a carrier is aged 19. Car insurance companies seldom rent cars to someone that young, but the US Government trains them and trusts them to do all manner of things on a carrier including being an integral part of launching and recovering fighters off the decks of carriers. The enlisted man says that on average it takes about 7 months or so for the average fellow in the engine room to be comfortable with being able to man any of the 12 positions down there on his crew.
About half the crew on a carrier "Runs the ship" and about half are involved with carrier ops. Those handling aircraft topside all wear color coded jersies. The one is "yellow" on the flight deck plays BOSS. Everyone on deck goes on his/her command. Those in red handle ordinance, etc. "KISS" -- "Keep it simple, stupid."
I did see one potential problem. It seems to me the berths in the brig are more commodious and less claustrophobic than the ones for the enlisted men! In "real life" they do have sheets! And the enlisted men's buncks have little curtains. The little "shelf" under each bunks is the small bit of room the crewman has to store his gear. There is a bit of locker space for such larger items like pea-coats, but it's hard to be a "pack rat" on a ship. BTW, the JUNIOR officers have only two bunks for each "rack" and a few extra inches of mattress! I didn't bother going up to "officer's country" but by comparision IIRC they live in the lap of luxury, with probably a chair and a little table! I expect the captain has a jacuzzi. :-D No wet bar though. Thanks, Josephus Daniels, you tee-totaling, racist, newspaper hack, friend of Woodrow "delusional" Wilson, and spoil sport extraordinaire! So no rum ration. Offically, anyway.
Enlisted men's sleeping quarters:
There's a lot of different type of aircraft to see on board. Here is an "Avenger" the type George H.W. Bush flew towards the end of WWII.
Afterwards we were famished and ate at Anthony's -- generous portions at reasonable prices. We opted to eat outside, quicker and cheaper. We baby sat a really friendly fellow, Jake, while "mom" ordered and picked up. His "mom" informed us that Jake LOVED to find dropped French fries. He'd found one from me, and I was his bestest friend for that particular half minute.
Along the harbor are a number of statuary. Nothing too tripy, more whimsical, the kind I usually like. I like this squid:
On the other side of the Midway, the powers that be "went big."
History buffs will note the inspiration was from a famous Life Magazine photo. [The statue guy is a little less of a wolf than the real life guy. Given the "real life" guy had his hand on her butt! So he was cleaned up a bit for public consumption.)
Later on we did something really novel. We went out to Sunset Cliffs to watch...the sunset.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
"Angry parents hounded a woman out of her job at a Muslim girls school because they believed she was a man.
Shifa Patel, a 28-year-old secretary, was accused of hiding her masculinity beneath a traditional headscarf and robes.
The hate campaign started when photographs of a short-haired Miss Patel wearing a shirt and trousers were spotted on Facebook. They were copied and emailed to dozens of concerned parents as 'proof' that Miss Patel was a man."And there was also this: "In a bid to defuse the rumours, she underwent a humiliating medical examination to prove that she was in fact a woman. But parents refused to believe the results and the headteacher resorted to writing to all parents assuring them the secretary wasn't a man. Miss Patel was finally forced to quit after a mob of parents gathered at the Al-Islah Muslim Girls School in Blackburn and demanded governors sack her immediately.
Police were called to the school last Monday and had to disperse the more than a dozen parents at the gates."Idiot government ministers who let these head hacker sympathizers in the country in the first place could not be reached for comment.
When is the west going to learn that these people, on a certain level just do not "assimilate well" to western culture. As Gen. George S. Patton said "They didn't know what a latrine was, until I showed them!"
(Article in full, here.)
The Muslim family en vacance. Which wife wags the willy?
Thursday, June 11, 2009
I was an "only" growing up, and we always moved around a lot, but I always appreciated having a lot of cousins. They were great substitute siblings for me. Close enough for fun, but without all the "mom, make her STOP looking at me" "MOM, make him/her stop touching me" crap.
Rosemarie was one of my few girl cousins. I have only two girl cousins on my mom's side, (the youngest girl, Katie, being 28 years younger than me!) Rosemarie was only 4 years older than me. Close enough to be a friend when I visited (and we also lived close by when I was 13 too.) We've always been able to easily pick up where we left off. I have 13 male cousins on that side. So it was "us two" against the bulk of them for the longest time!
Below is a picture of most of us "older" cousins on my grandmother's back porch. I was 4 and some, and Rosemarie was about 8. I'm at the far left in my saddle shoes and Rosemarie is right next to me. My youngest uncle, Joe, is the oldest here, holding the hand of Paul, Rosemarie's youngest brother. "The gang" [save my uncle John Shelak's kids, and Rosemarie's brother, Andy] was all there. Once, when I was not much older than I was here, we kids were all playing a game where we'd lay out a "treasure hunt" outside. You'd make a clue which would describe, somewhat cryptically, where the next clue was. And the person who found the last clue got to make up the next trail of clues. I "won" [figuring out the last clue was in a scarecrow) and because I couldn't write yet, Rosemarie helped me with the next set of clues. She was such a good cousin---not like her evil brother, Andy, who showed me how to play "Swab the deck."
(Hey, Rosemarie, you can click this bottom picture for a larger one you can save - I think my mom took this picture.)
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
I immediately suspected fraud, simply by the date format. To an American, "07/06" means JULY 6th. [and we're not likely to use a 4 digit year either "09" would have been enough. How could I have had "suspicious activity" on a date which has not yet occurred?
When I rolled my cursor over the alleged BofA site, I noticed in the information area at the bottom of the browser it went to a website that was for "leilarosellaboutique" and it had a com after it then a forward slash, the word "image" and another forward slash and "boa" after that [I don't want to put this in a format anyone will click on in this post.]
I immediately called up Bank of America and reported it -- they had me forward the letter to firstname.lastname@example.org -- and they informed me that if they HAD noticed unusual activity in an account they would NOT have sent a letter to us, informing us to click on anything.
The email had convincing looking B of A logos, etc.
Don't be fooled -- if you see something similar, contact you own bank and forward anything similar you get to them.
Needless to say, I did not click on the link. But forwarded it, and deleted it, then deleted it from Mail trash.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Proverbs 31:10-31 TOTALLY ROCKS. Whatever guy wrote this TOTALLY "GOT IT." Husband and wife as equal members of A TEAM. The virtuous woman essentially has GOD as her inspiration. Her husband revers her for her innate intrinsic qualities. She's smart. She knows a good buy in land that will produce, so she obtains the land. She looks after the household in such a way as to anticipate, their needs. She speaks with wisdom and clemency. In other word's she's HERSELF is reflecting the light of God. She not getting her innate qualities as crumbs that fall off hubby, but that flow from GOD to her. Naturally husband and wife also reflect God to each other--- but it's not like God says "Hey, that bimbo you're married to, she doesn't have the sense I gave Geese, do all her thinking for her, because without you, she isn't worth a box of rocks."
And the STRONG man doesn't fear the strong woman. God is calling the playbook for both of them.
Take the following words and punctuate them:
woman without her man is nothing
Paul would punctuate it:
"Woman, without her man, is nothing."
The guy who wrote that section of proverbs would have been more likely to punctuate it:
"Woman! Without her, man is nothing."
Now THERE'S a guy "If I knew he was comin' I'd have baked a cake ♫
" for. Paul can have the stale bag of left over chips, and he's welcome to all the flat beer he can drink. And when he shakes dust from his feet, he should be quick so the door doesn't hit him where God split him.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Been wanting to say that for a while. And what's all this "God is head of Christ" business. DUDE. Christ IS God. Duh. Take that cultural crap, Paul, and stick it where the moon don't shine. And I bet those guys who you suckered into getting circumcisions weren't happy with you, either. No wonder you were probably the original wandering Jew. Betcha got ridden out of town on more than one rail. TENTMAKER. I hope you DID have an older sister who regularly beat the snot out of you. You deserved every little bit of it. Is the year of Paul OVER yet?
[Yes, I'm having a crappy day, and I may as well take it out on Paul as anyone.]
Friday, June 5, 2009
All that's missing for this trifecta is Kim Jong Mentally Ill. Barry's trying to figure out what to apologize for to them, but he'll get around to it, after he puts his butt in the air for a few more Muslim potentates.
I propose a new law: Fine for throwing a brick through the window of anyone with a Zero sticker: One cent.