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Great Googly Moogly, I feel like dancin’!

Posted in Christianity, Random, religion on November 30, 2008 by Robaigh

I just finished up 2 of the 3 papers I needed to write over Thanksgiving break, and I’m outta my skull exhilarated to have them behind me.  Of course, they are utter shite, but they are done.  Actually, I’m not too upset about the Greek paper.  I may have pulled that one off.  The exegetical paper on Mark, though, yeah: shite.  I repeated myself over and over, again and again, ad nauseam, just beating a dead horse…you get the picture.  It’s too bad, because I did discover some interesting things about the text, especially when I compared it to Matthew.

One thing in Matthew that always bothered me was the whole thing about Jesus dissing his mother and his brothers.  “‘Who is my mother, and who are my brothers?’  And pointing to his disciples, he said, ‘Here are my mother and my brothers!  For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and my sister and mother.'”  Comparing that text to the parallel version in Mark (which was one of the sources for Matthew, anyway), I came to realize that Matthew left a rather critical chunk out of the narrative.

In Mark, the context for that statement was that Jesus’ family comes out to restrain Jesus (this is right after he authorizes the 12 apostles to preach and heal and to cast out unclean spirits), because they thought he “had lost his mind.”  When you consider that, sandwiched in between Jesus’ family’s action and Jesus’ statement about who his true family is, you’ve got the story about the scribes who accuse Jesus of deriving his power from Beelzebul.  Well, shit, dude: in THAT context it makes sense, but Matthew just left that whole bit off!

“Well, you could have left that whole story off, R,” I hear you cry.  True.  I could have.  But I am now done writing two out of three papers, I’m not yet ready to dive into number three, but my fingers have the inertia.  I’ve got to write *something.*

OK.  Enough procrastinating.  Back to work.

[Exit: stage left, doing a wee jig.]


Everything old is new again

Posted in Random on October 31, 2008 by Robaigh

Wenn die Börsenkurse fallen,
regt sich Kummer fast bei allen,
aber manche blühen auf:
Ihr Rezept heißt Leerverkauf.

Keck verhökern diese Knaben
Dinge, die sie gar nicht haben,
treten selbst den Absturz los,
den sie brauchen – echt famos!

Leichter noch bei solchen Taten
tun sie sich mit Derivaten:
Wenn Papier den Wert frisiert,
wird die Wirkung potenziert.

Wenn in Folge Banken krachen,
haben Sparer nichts zu lachen,
und die Hypothek aufs Haus
heißt, Bewohner müssen raus.

Trifft’s hingegen große Banken,
kommt die ganze Welt ins Wanken –
auch die Spekulantenbrut
zittert jetzt um Hab und Gut!

Soll man das System gefährden?
Da muss eingeschritten werden:
Der Gewinn, der bleibt privat,
die Verluste kauft der Staat.

Dazu braucht der Staat Kredite,
und das bringt erneut Profite,
hat man doch in jenem Land
die Regierung in der Hand.

Für die Zechen dieser Frechen
hat der Kleine Mann zu blechen
und – das ist das Feine ja –
nicht nur in Amerika!

Und wenn Kurse wieder steigen,
fängt von vorne an der Reigen –
ist halt Umverteilung pur,
stets in eine Richtung nur.

Aber sollten sich die Massen
das mal nimmer bieten lassen,
ist der Ausweg längst bedacht:
Dann wird bisschen Krieg gemacht.

Kurt Tucholsky, veröffentlicht in “Die Weltbühne” (1930)

facebook = crack

Posted in Identity, Random on September 27, 2008 by Robaigh

About 2 weeks ago I got a Facebook account.  I think I had tried this once in the past and just didn’t get it, but situations at school kind of forced me into it this time around.  I got hooked inside the first 5 minutes.  There were tons of people online at the same time that I was and I found myself “chatting” with two people for about an hour and a half – long enough, in any case, to piss away homework time.

The next couple of days were a huge let-down.  Nobody online to chat with; only the occasional “notification.”  It must be like the second time hitting the crack pipe – not nearly as good as the first, but still too alluring to put it away.

Well, I’ve now managed to get my Facebook addiction under control.  It was much easier to deal with than the time I gave up on myspace.  Maybe the myspace experience was helpful in that way.  Burn me once, and I’ll learn.

Anyway, I ran across this today.  It made me chuckle.

Clearly, the End is Near

Posted in Humor, Random with tags , , on September 6, 2008 by Robaigh

Latest sign of the impending Apocalypse right here:

Seed Savers

Posted in Ministry, Random with tags , , , , on August 31, 2008 by Robaigh

Went to Seed Savers Exchange yesterday.

Store at Seed Savers

Store at Seed Savers

Having worked in the living history field for the last (gasp!) 19 years, this is something like the Mothership. Granted, I’ve never been one of the seed saving types, per se. I always preferred someone else to do that particular research, but if you wanted me to plant and tend a Turk’s Turban patch, I’m your man. You’ve got a stand of Country Gentlemen corn? No problem: have hoe, will travel. My wife, on the other hand, is very fond of gardening, so this really was the mothership for her.

She is particularly fond of heirloom tomatoes. I’m with her on this one. I won’t even eat non-heirloom tomatoes anymore. The stuff you buy in the typical grocery store tends to be pretty, but mealy and essentially lacking in flavor. So you get the all the nasty elements of tomatoes (i.e. the goo in the middle) without all of the delicious benefits. A nice Cherokee Purple, on the other hand is one of the ugliest pieces of fruit you will find, but for flavor, it’s hard to beat.

Yesterday Seed Savers was having a tomato-tasting event, and now that we’re only 2.5 hours away from the Mothership, there was no excuse not to go. The day was gorgeous to begin with, and when we got to our port of call, this is what we saw:

An Heirloom Smorgasbord

An Heirloom Smorgasbord

An Heirloom Smorgasbord!

They had probably two dozen tomato varieties, from reds to greens to blacks, from currants to grapes to head-sized ‘maters.

This hasn’t been a good year for tomatoes, as such. The weather has been rather mild, and tomatoes taste best (as far as I can tell) when the summer has been really hot. Consequently, some of the flavors were a little on the mellow side, but when we hit on a winner, man, those were some freakin’ delicious tomatoes.

And the tomato nerds who showed up! On our 2.5 hour drive up to Decorah, we hardly encountered a car on the road, but once the tasting began, tomato geeks crawled out of the woodwork. There were likely 3 dozen people who showed up. And they were all talking about tomatoey things – things I can’t even begin to recount, since I had no idea what they were talking about.

Anyway, it was a good time to get out of the house and take a few pics, most of which I have uploaded to my flickr account. Here are a couple examples.

Busy Hands

Busy Hands



Barn & Garden

Barn & Garden


Posted in Counter-culture, music, Random with tags , , , , on August 23, 2008 by Robaigh

It’s been a long 5 weeks.  This past Thursday and Friday we took the last “regular season” Greek vocab & translations tests.  I did OK, but not as well as I could have, had I been able to motivate myself a little better.  Eh, water under the bridge.  The final is coming this week, and I’m not overly stressed about it.  I’m missing some of the nuances of translation, but I’ve got a whole year to work on nuanced translation and exegesis.  It’ll be good, but I’m a bit “over” Greek for the time being.

As a means of decompression (not to mention the added bonus of wearing out the hounds and getting a bit of exercise ourselves), we took the pooches down to the farmers’ market again this week.  It’s become a ritual, rain or shine, and I’m really enjoying it.  Back in Indy, there were a few markets here and there, and even though the quality was usually pretty good, it should have been much better in Cornopolis, and there should have been more of them.  Anyway, this one is right downtown in DBQ, and it’s good.  We got one bad melon there, but everything else has been dreamy.  Heirloom tomatoes, fresh sweet corn, wicked-fresh (Plymouth Rock!) eggs, and even sausages and bacon.  There’s good music there, too.

Took a couple of pics.

Mayflower smiling on the jungle gym

Mayflower smiling on the jungle gym

Hildy bustin loose on the slide

Hildy bustin' loose on the slide


I repeat: WTF

Dont know this bands name, but these gents were good.

Don't know this band's name, but these gents were good.

Dogs in DBQ (fluff content)

Posted in Random with tags , , on August 9, 2008 by Robaigh

The thing with intensive Greek is that it can be overwhelming. Like, life-consuming-sized overwhelming. So, as a counterbalance, it is a wise practice to get out of an evening, or to spend the weekend doing something that is expressly non-Greeky.

With that in mind, the other day the Missus and I (by the way, don’t tell her I called her “The Missus”) took the dogs to one of the DNR-run parks after dinner. To be truthful, it was our second trip there, but the first time around we forgot to bring leashes. We (and dogs) were horribly disappointed that first day, but the trip was nice once we remembered to bring all the leads, tie-out stakes, insect repellents, water bottles, bedoin tents, camel caravans and everything else we thought we might need.  Here’s just a wee pic of Mrs. Hetoimazo and the pooches on one of the trails there.