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{Tuesday, October 26, 2004  }

.:{You're blind, ump, you're blind, ump, you must be outta your mind!}:.

The real reason I want to come back to my home state for college.
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.:{I'm sorry, I'm sorry...}:.

it really IS time for something of substance to be posted on Cnytr. Other random things are being posted on An American in Italy.
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{Thursday, October 21, 2004  }

.:{More newsstuff}:.

As a possible future CUA student, to this I say the following: "Aaaaw, crap!"

Furthermore, Michael Moore calls Kerry "the No. 1 Liberal"... this from *Michael Moore*. A person in his right mind would want to vote for Kerry ... whyyyyy?

As they said on Saturday Night Live:

"Kerry.... isn't that a girl's name?"

Furthermore, First Lady Laura Bush once again proves that she is a Class Act, unlike ketchup lady.

Furthermore, I wrote an Ode to Ouzo, which is still under construction but available on my Fall Romer blog for your amusement.
posted by Lauren, 2:33 PM | link | 1 comments


**We interrupt Cnytr's Greece trip to bring you the following announcement, which due to the time difference is probably no longer an announcement but still a cause of rejoice which must nonetheless be publicly expressed upon this blog**


Now!!! Let's just get Houston in there!!! Go Houston!!!

If anyone knows of a way I could watch the World Series from Rome, please let me know ... I would *die* to watch those games! I'm really strongly missing baseball...

In other sklazam news, undercover mother fights terror. This is what *I'D* love to do every morning! ;)
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{Tuesday, October 12, 2004  }

.:{Away away, my heart's on fire... }:.

One and all,

Sorry I'm a wretch and haven't emailed people individually, but what with our Art & Arch exam this morning (for which I stayed up till 4am and probably flunked anyway) and a million and two things this afternoon, I have not had much time at all.

I'm leaving for Greece early tomorrow morning for 10 days -- here a mixture of ::yay:: and ::ugh::.

Also, I think we technically have to be back in our rooms in 5 minutes.

God bless, all -- pray for us on our travels.
posted by Lauren, 6:55 PM | link | 2 comments

.:{Double Dactyls on Kerry}:.

From my friend and fellow Cnytr, SarahMc:

Sarah (3:08:29 AM): It's LONG short short LONG short short
Sarah (3:08:40 AM): and then just on the end you're allowed to go LONG short short (thump)

Bookworm Hermione
Knows every tome, she's a
Library wiz.

If I had time, I'd be
Cunningly versed, as
Hermione is.

Sarah (3:10:41 AM): the first line has to be nonsense
Sarah (3:10:47 AM): and the second line has to be a name
Sarah (3:10:56 AM): and the second line of the second verse has to be all one word
Sarah (3:11:08 AM): and the last lines of the verses have to rhyme
Sarah (3:11:22 AM): plus the LONG short short LONG short short, four lines, two stanzas

Flippity Floppity,
Kerry, John: Nominee
Claims he's a Catholic but
Won't sing their song.

"Women may choose" he says,
Since they had chosen be-
Fore and chose wrong.
posted by Lauren, 6:40 AM | link | 2 comments

{Sunday, October 10, 2004  }



WEST POINT, N.Y. (AP) - Army snapped the nation's longest losing streak at 19 games Saturday, with Tielor Robinson scoring five touchdowns and Carlton Jones running for 180 yards in the Black Knights' 48-29 victory over Cincinnati.

This is a cow (junior) in Kate's company. Hahahaaa... they tore down the goalposts. HUGE celebration. GO BLACK KNIGHTS! GO ARMY!!!

Ahem. Small celebration.

Dang, not only did I miss the Scotland-Norway soccer game while I was in Scotland this weekend (Scotland lost of course), but also this AWESOME football game? Sigh. ;)
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{Thursday, October 07, 2004  }


The title of this image from http://www.op-stjoseph.org/ is as follws:

An Angel Leads Dominic to Santa Sabina.
Also present are Tancred, the prior of the brothers, and Odo, the prior of the sisters.
They had just experienced at San Sisto the miracle of the ever full cup of wine.

As with most things upon this blog, a serious meditation and a silly thingamabobber come to mind at once.

Like St. Dominic, I, too, was led to Santa Sabina not by an angel, but by one higher than the angels (for indeed angels cannot confect the body and blood of Christ in persona Christi) not in human time but in the vision of God who is not bounded by time.

Unlike St. Dominic, I did not have a ginormous rock flung at my head by the devil. Had he wanted to fling something, he could have flung one of the giant bronze busts of St. Thomas Aquinas from the bookshop, but even then I would have died happily.

O the Santa Sabina bookshoppe.

It definitely deserves an ode.

Er, as does Santa Sabina!

But anyway... as to the second part of that caption ... the miracle of the ever-full cup of wine ... that'a a very Dominican miracle, is it not?

I was once told by a priest who was not a Domincan but had many Dominican friends that there are three types of men in this world I, as a young lady, cannot trust:
1. men with tattoos all over themselves
2. men with such long hair it obscures their eyes, because the eyes are the window to the soul
3. a skinny Dominican.

And while we're on the subject of Dominicans, I have a joke from the same priest (yay Fr. Stephen Holmes!)

The Jesuits, ahhh the Jesuits ... our friends, our brothers of course ... but they were formed to combat the heresy of Protestantism. Dominicans were formed to combat the heresy of Albigensiamism.

How many Albigensians do you meet nowadays? ;)

A nod for this post must go to Zadok Romanus for encouraging me to blog more Dominican things.

Hymnum Novae Laetitiae

Children of Dominic, all the world over,
Sing to your father a new song of praise,
Sound the glad chorus in hymns of thanksgiving;
Lift up your hearts, as your voices you raise.

'Mid the deep darkness of sin and of sorrow,
See in the heavens a soft-shining star,
Guiding the sinner to light and deliverance,
Piercing the gloom of the strong prison-bar.

Preaching the Word o'er the land and the ocean,
Doctrine of Christ he proclaims far and wide;
Founding the Order, with "Truth" for its watch-word,
Stemming the current of falsehood's dark tide.

Small as a streamlet the bright fountain rises,
Swelling and surging till grown to a flood,
It pours on the world its clear life-giving waters,
Quenching the thirst of the soul for its God.

Glory to God, in the height of the heavens,
Threefold yet One, who forever shall reign!
May Dominic's prayers, at the throne of the Godhead,
Pardon and life for his children obtain!

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{Wednesday, October 06, 2004  }

.:{Christmas List}:.

Lauren [*leaving a long, extended message on her mother's answering machine*]: ...but I still want a four-volume set of the Liturgy of the Hours for Christmas. And an M16.
Brittany [<--one of Lauren's two roommates]: HAHA! "Yeah, mom, buy me a prayer book and a gun for Christmas."
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.:{Happiness is ... }:.

I was just thinking to myself ...

Happiness is a Dominican breviary, a trip to San Marco's in Florence, a habited Dominican w/cloak, and oreos.

Good things in life come in black and white.
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.:{Punny ... }:.

The Curt Jester's really done it this time.

First there was Mary's Fiat, now Bernadette's...
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.:{Sweet sweet Virginia always keeps an open door}:.

So I went to FindYourSpot.com just because the Ragemonkeys did, and to see if I'd come up with my general area. Well, Roanoke is on there, here's my list, with good places emboldened:

1. Boone, NC
2. Brevard, NC ("Land of Waterfalls" ... ooo ... sounds nice; in the Blue Ridge Mountains, too)
3. Roanoke, VA (while not my favorite place in the world, the drive between there and Christiansburg on rt. 11 is stunning)
4. Abingdon, VA (heck any place in VA is good)
5. Lewiston, ME (so I've never been to Lewiston, but I've been to Maine and I like Maine...)
6. Hancock-Houghton, MI
7. Waynesville, NC
8. Hendersonvile, NC (What is with NC??)
9. Jamestown, NY (it's gotta be better than Jamestown, VA; they couldn't have picked a worse spot for one of the first permanent settlements in the nation... a wonder they stayed here)
10. Plymouth, NH
11. Johnstown, PA (If I couldn't live in VA, I would choose to live in PA ... *so* beautiful)
12. Lewisberg, PA
13. Asheville, NC
14. Plattsburgh, NY
15. Bar Harbor, ME
16. Palmer, AK (Remind me to visit there one day ... )
17. Lebanon, NH
18. Seward, AK
19. CHARLOTTESVILLE, VA (BOOYAH, BABY!!! *hometown is the best place int he world*)
20. Durango, CO
21. Dillon, MT (Montana's abbreviation is ... ?)
22. Hanover, NH
23. Saranac Lake, NY
24. Helena, MT

Ha ... ha ... C'ville! :D
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.:{And randomly....}:.

This has got to be a trick of some sort.... *suspicious*
posted by Lauren, 3:14 PM | link | 1 comments

.:{Beatae Mariae Virginis a Rosario}:.

Our Lady of Pompeii

For the first time ever, I'm going to get a jump on the blogging world and post a feast day early. Technically it's after sundown here in Rome, so I will post from the vigil of Our Lady of the Rosary (from my brand-spanking-new Dominican-rite Latin breviary -- grazie to Matt for telling me about Santa Sabina and for "a Roman seminarian" for taking me there today -- I would have gotten lost).

October 7th, feast of Our Lady of the Rosary
Ad I Vesperas
[Mysteria gaudiosa]
Caelestis aulae Nuntius,
arcana pandens Numinis,
plenam salutat gratia
Dei Parentem Virginem.

Virgo propinquam sanguine
matrem Ioannis visitat,
qui, clausus alvo, gestiens
adesse Christum nuntiat.

Verbum, quod ante saecula
e mente Patris prodiit,
e Matris alvo Virginis
mortalis infans nascitur.

Templo Puellis sistitur,
legique paret legifer;
hic se Redemptor, paupere
pretio redemptus, immolat.

Quem iam dolebat perditum
mox laeta Mater invenit,
ignota doctis mentibus
edisserentem Filium.

Sit Trinitati gloria,
quae sacra per mysteria
orantibus det gratiam,
qua consequantur gloriam.

*in the Santa Sabina bookstore*
Zadok: You know, Lauren, this is not normal to get so excited about Dominican things. I was beginning to think you were normal, but now you're getting to be like Matt.

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{Tuesday, October 05, 2004  }

.:{Why women live longer than men}:.

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.:{Speaking of those Army Airborne Chaplains...}:.

The first known tribute in glass to Army airborne chaplains.

And that's a St. Michael medallion.

From Friends of the Troops.

There ought to be more vocations to Military Chaplaincy.

The U.S. Army Chaplain Corps. Bringing God closer to the Soldier and the Soldier closer to God.

Or 56Mike -- Chaplain's assistant.

*wonders what women do in this position as Catholics*
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{Monday, October 04, 2004  }

.:{More prayer intentions}:.

Dear all, please pray for my friend Jon's grandfather, Robert Leroy Laird, who is beginning his journey to Eternal Life and probably won't last the week.

St. Joseph, patron saint of a happy death, pray for us.
posted by Lauren, 6:19 PM | link | 0 comments

.:{An entry that means a lot to me ... }:.

Out out, brief candle--

(posted on the American in Italy blog)

In memory of Peter Douglass McClellan
February 7th, 1948 - October 14th, 2001
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{Sunday, October 03, 2004  }

.:{Metaphysics and poetry!!! }:.

a la Tyler T. from UD.


pa/ntej a)/nqrwpoi tou= ei)de/nai o)re/gontai fu/sei.
­ Aristotle’s Metaphysics 1.1

Being a being with reference to Being,
then the notion of motion is not in motion,
(that is to say, the flow of flux is fixed).
So the mind is not blind to the kind
(by which I mean how individuality                     5
is indivisible from the individual),
—and evidently, more is evident
from evidence than merely evident—
(when seeing, see, that seeing isn’t a thing to see),
since the sense cannot sense the sensation                     10
inside the outside where awareness extends,
but the self is aware of itself as its self
by its being an other other to the other,
(so rationality is rooted square
in metaphysicality)                                          15
where the self, as subjective object
to its objective subject,
is referenced, in all logicality, to totality.
Tyler T.

Prose Translation:
Epigraph: All men by nature desire to know. Aristole’s Metaphysics 1.1
Since we are beings who are referenced to the universal concept of being, (line 1)
the result is that, for us, concept of motion is a fixed concept: although things motion in motion are moving, the idea of motion doesn’t change. (2)
That is to say, the flow of things around us (from past to present to future, or through space), which we call “flux” can be reduced to an idea, and that idea doesn’t change. (3)
This shows us that our intellect is aware of universal concepts. (4)
(For example, the concept of individuality exists in each individual thing.
The things are individual, that is, separate and distinct, but they all share the fact that they are “individual,” and so this idea, this concept, of individuality, which can’t be separated from each particular thing, is itself a universal concept and not individual at all!) (5-6)
So, it is obvious that we can tell more from the evidence of our senses than merely what our senses show us. (7-8)
Namely, when we understand that the sense of sight, which we know we have because we see things, is not something that we see. (9)
This is because our senses are only aware of things, and they can’t sense themselves. You can see a thing but not sight, you can hear a sound but not hearing, etc. (10)
Sensation occurs as far as our awareness extends, and that extent is inside of our personal horizons, and those horizons are outside of our body.
Sight, for example, extends as far as we can see, which is perhaps a few miles around on a flat surface. So, our awareness extends for those few miles, and all of sight is inside of those horizons, and those horizons are outside of our body. (11)
We become self-aware of ourselves as a first person and not as some kind of second or third person by examining our own awareness. First, we look at it as an object, as if it were some other thing and not actually our self.
Then we realize that it is different from those things that we normally think of as other things, and so we become aware of our self as a person’s awareness and as our awareness because it is different from what normally classify as other. (12-13)
This tells us that our rational capabilities are founded in metaphysics, that is, in thinking about our existence (being). (14-15)
Awareness, recognizing itself, does so by making of itself (subjective) an object for its own (subject) careful observation (objective). (16-17)
According to the powers of reason and the soul’s (mind’s) inherent reasoning faculties, awareness is referenced thereby shown to be a being and so is referenced to the totality of being and existence, both by its being-ness and in sharing by means of its logos (reason) in the Logos (rational principle) of the universe. (18)

Further notes:
I can imagine philosophically minded readers wanting to take issue with it, when the point isn't expounding and defending a philosophical view, but explaining the poem, which is a concise overview of one era of philosophy from one class. I can promise that the poem does make sense, that every word was carefully chosen and that sentences are grammatically and logically tied together. And also that the meter was long thought over and is significant to the poem as a whole and to each line as a unit. ~Tyler
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.:{Prayer intention}:.

Dear all, pleaaaase pray for my dad. He underwent surgery the otherday -- parathyroidectomy -- and is in the happy/unhappy process of recovery.
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.:{West Point Army Football Spirit}:.

For today, we [the West Point cadets] blacked out the stadium, rocking BDUs and our new black shirts... Sadly, we lost 17-21 to TCU in the final minute of the game. In the words of my friend Hjelmstad, "it only hurts because they played so well." Bobby Ross has made a huge impact on West Point and Army football; the cadets were chanting "Bobby Ross for BTO" and "Bobby Ross for President" during the game. I also loved watching Bobby yell at the ref for a bad call, with the Corps backing him up, yelling "Ref hates America!" :) We were so close, guys... We'll get'em next week!!!

Hooah Army football!!!
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{Saturday, October 02, 2004  }

.:{Thank you }:.

By the way, thank you Seminarian Michael studying at the American Institute in Rome from Greenville, NC who helped me find San Lorenzo in Lucina today. If you are in the Catholic blogging world or if you ever randomly google yourself, grazie.
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Songs that wouldn't have been hits if they were grammatically correct

Yes, I know it's over (*point and laugh at Northern Virginia*) but The most common reoccuring dreams of the cicaida

This Bible You Sold Me Is Clearly Defective And I'd Like To Return It, Please

Things Which Smell Good But Nevertheless Must Not Be Made Into Candle Scents

Yes I know, I'm lame -- I really ought to post something of substance. I have another thing for English due, so that'll probably show up on my Rome blog tonight or tomorrow.
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.:{In honor of St. Therese }:.

Although the feast day of St. Therese was actually yesterday, I hope nobody will kick and scream if I post today (in between the old and new calendar dates as on the old calendar her feast day was the 3rd of October).

I myself was not blessed with talent but with many talented friends. Trust me my friends, you do not want to read my poetry. On the other hand, you do very much want to read Whapper Matt's poetry, which I shall re-post here.

(How is it that a geography major, very science-oriented, doesn't really like English, can write better poetry than a classically trained ... classics ... major ... oh well. Some people in life are Mozart, some are Salieri. ;) )

The Transfiguration of Apulia

… Who delights to scatter such masterpieces over the place where we spend our brief time of exile.

—St. Therese of Lisieux
, The Story of a Soul

So I looked up from The Story of a Soul and
Put Therese and the Child Jesus to sleep.
And felt the quiet wash over my brain.

Everyone on the bus was drowsing in their naps,
But me.

Around us, rolled green fields
Soft and smooth and rich as velvet,
Beneath a sea of movie clouds
Hanging low and purple in the sky,
Tops crested wonderfully in white.

The sun came through in great luminous wounds
Rays streaking sidelong like baroque spotlights
As they transfixed a single silver spot,
A nebulous wing, a dragon head,
And this (I thought, not saw) should be the sign:
Twelve stars, a crown,
Ringing round a maiden pure,
Clothed in the sun,
Her feet on the moon
And in her arms a Child.

The telephone poles seemed like rows of crosses.
While ranks of windmills blew on the ridges
Grand enough for an army of giants.
Don Quixote’s nephilim come back from the dead.

Islands of beaten electrum shone
Amid the clouds
Against a sky of virgin blue
Marvelous blue, hazy blue
Rainstorm blue in the distant horizon
Suspended over mountains
Pink as Sicilian angel wings.

Light danced on the leaves, caught on the
Movie screen of the bus window.

It was Apulia, that lost province of Italy,
Yet it seemed
Like some weird Technicolor version of my own Indiana.
The familiar transmuted,
The lily gilded,
The gold refined.

And the clouds parted, like a great lazuli
Amoeba, fringed with light and lined with silver,
Like an oculus,
Its center blinding light.
Clothed with the sun.

It was beautiful as an army with banners,
The rolling green before us,
Around us,
Behind us and within us,
And yet I knew that soon enough
We would see
A new heaven and a new earth,
A New Jerusalem:
And all would come to despairing dust.

Remember man, thou art dust.
And to dust thou wilt return.

But then what shall we do—
Shall we wait in a darkened room
Until the Doom
And think of nothing else?

But even this temporary tent,
This makeshift universe
Has been decorated by a Hand
That saw it was good indeed.

And so we wait:
We, we are troubadors and fools
Jugglers and jokers
Building paper palaces for our God
And so much is the greater glory.

I sat there in the bus
Feeling detached and bodiless
(But not truly bodiless)
As we streaked through the afternoon
And I wondered perhaps if I had already died.

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