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{Friday, October 12, 2007  }

.:{A tidbit for later investigation}:.


I found this lovely image from a worm-eaten page. A quick search for the Latin (which reads, in English, "O Lord, if it is so sweet to weep for you, how sweet will it be to rejoice with you!") yielded the Scala Paradisi, from one Guigues du Chastel. The text on Fish Eaters.
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{Tuesday, October 02, 2007  }

.:{Talk about direct lineage!}:.


For some reason, before I viewed his Catholic-hierarchy.org page, I completely missed the fact that our Archbishop had Pope John Paul II as his principal consecrator!

From his biography:

The archbishop was born in Pittsburgh on November 12, 1940, and received graduate degrees from The Catholic University of America, the Gregorian University in Rome and a doctorate in theology from the University of St. Thomas in Rome in 1974. He was ordained to the priesthood on December 17, 1966, and ordained a bishop by Pope John Paul II on January 6, 1986 in St. Peter's Basilica, Rome. He served as Bishop of Pittsburgh for 18 years, until his appointment to Washington.


Almost straight from the Pope. Rocktastic.
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.:{Nameday -- In Which Nobody Has Ever Heard Of My Name}:.


OR

Saints and FIRE



So I just found this book on EWTN's website about throwing "Onomastico" or "Name Saint Day" parties for your children. Or yourself, if you're a Catholic nerd. A really fun tradition to revive, and apropos of the Halowe'ee'en party mentioned below.

Looking in the book confirms I have the best name-saint ever:

Children who have these saints for patrons should feel especially honored, for in every Mass holy Mother Church invokes their intercession. Andy, Jude, and Judy will find their patrons, Andrew and Jude respectively, mentioned in the prayer called the "Communicantes." Comelia, Connie, Corney and Neil will find their patron Cornelius listed there too, as will Lawrence, Loren, Laureen, and Laura.


*ahem* I'm sure they also mean "Lauren."

Forms of the name include Lawrence, Loren, Lorcan, Laurens Lawrie, Laurent, Laurenz, and Lauritz. He is also the patron of girls named Laure, Laura, Laurie, Lauretta, Laurinda, and Laurice. Other saints by this name are the Capuchin Laurence of Brindisi; Laurence Justinian, mystical writer, bishop, and first patriarch of Venice; and the Irish archbishop of Dublin, Laurence O'Toole. Blessed Laurence Humphrey, an English martyr, was only twenty when he was hanged, drawn and quartered at Winchester for his conversion to the Catholic faith. Blessed Laurence Rukeimon, a Japanese sailor, was beheaded for the faith at Nagasaki, as was Blessed Laurence Jamada, a Dominican tertiary and a son of a martyr, Blessed Michael.


Geeze... this is like the episode of the Simpsons with "Bort." Laure? Laurinda? Laurice? What on earth? Does nobody name their child normal things like "Lauren"?

Back to the Canon saints:

St. Andrew's symbols are a fish, a fisherman's net, or a cross saltire (X); St. Jude's is a ship, and St. Cornelius', a sword. For St. Lawrence the symbol is fire, suggesting a flaming dessert. St. Clement has an anchor as his symbol.


Bananas foster, cherries jubilee and crepes suzette on August 10th, everybody! You're all invited to my apartment next year!

Flaming desserts make a dramatic nameday treat for children named after St. Laurence. Fire or flames are symbols of both martyrdom and religious fervor. In connection with the apostles, fire signifies the coming of the Holy Spirit to them. Fire is the special attribute of Sts. Patrick, Anthony of Padua, and Laurence.

Many saints extinguished fire by prayer: Aidan, Florian, Germain, and Lambert of Maastricht. Others suffered ordeals by fire: Francis of Assisi, Peter Gonzales, Peter Igneus, Rose of Viterbo, and Agatha. Supernatural fire is featured in the lives of others; Spiridion, Patrick, Dominic, Kentigern, and Basil the Great.


Note: "Peter Igneus" is a cool name. Must look him up and do a post on him.

Aside from this shocking lack of my name and proliferation of really boring names like "Linda" and "Susan," the above is pretty dang cool. Enjoy.


Bananas foster: near-martyrdom in the name of St. Lawrence.
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.:{Catholic Nerd Moose Call}:.


Theology Grad Student and self have had an idea bouncing around for some time re: a dorky Catholic get-together, full of weird and preferably obscure Catholic culinary traditions. Not only would this be the sort of party where the only liberality is in the frequency of the toasting of the pope, but also one where all play Matt Aldermanish party games (favorite: Pin the maniple on the subdeacon). Unfortunately, since the '07 graduation, our pool of potential guests has shrunk a bit, and we've had to tone down the party games. But it is happening on the eve of All Hallow's eve (Hallowe'ee'en), and it will still be full of the culinarily weird (our specialty!). Personally, I am looking forward to potato skins in honor of St. Bartholomew, apostle and martyr. (Are you grossed out? My job here is done.)

The menu, so far, looks like this:

* Bread for St. Zita
* Olives for St. Lucy
* Potato skins for St. Bartholomew (linked above)
* Salmon for St. Peter, a fisher of men
* Grilled chicken for St. Lawrence
* Pastries for St. Agatha
* Angel food for St. Thomas Aquinas (Angelic Doctor food cake!)
* Chocolate cake w/vanilla icing ... for Martin Luther. Think about it.
* Bloody Marys sans alcohol = Virgin Marys
* Frangelico
* Italian wines
* Grasshopper milkshakes (for St. John the Baptist ... eating grasshoppers and wild honey!)
* And St. Hubert pastries, which, according to this site,




...priests will bless a special kind of bread called a “mastel”. Upon the blessing it will turn into “Saint Hubert’s Bread” which, especially when eaten on an empty stomach while reciting an "Our Father," will immunize the eater against rabies.


Eat St. Hubert pastries to raise awareness for rabies! (*The Office reference*)

If all that isn't disturbing enough, Theology Grad Student and self plan to go as St. John the Baptist and Salome. This is even weirder if viewed through Straussian glasses.

(I blogged some interesting J the B and Salome art here, once.)

To that end, I borrow the following two bits from my friend Cacciaguida:

But you can't can't can't introduce Strauss without also discussing SALOME: like ELEKTRA, a lurid one-acter, this time focusing on the martyrdom of John the Baptist ("Jochanaan") as re-told by Oscar Wilde. In fact the libretto of SALOME (and in opera we always pronounce it SAL-o-may, never sa-LOH-mee) is simply the German translation of Wilde's play. Wilde's "take" was that asking for the head of John as the reward for the dance was not the idea of Herodias (though she applauds it), but of the "daughter of Herodias" herself (Josephus tells us her name was Salome) and that she did it out of frustrated physical passion for John.

By now it should be clear that when I hear the "Bloom theory" about rock music, I sort of chortle knowingly.

Anyway, SALOME has some of the most gorgeous late-romantic, big-orchestra swelling tunes you've ever heard. That's part of the dramatic wallop: post-TRISTAN passion welling up from the orchestra while the heroine embraces the severed head and cries, "At last I have kissed your mouth, Jochanaan!"


And

The SALOME "argument scene"

Here is the text, taken directly from Wilde with only minor cuts. The thing to remember is that, while it reads like a theological debate, Strauss set it to music as a raucous shouting match, with most of the Jews being character-tenors screeching at each other. The cacaphony continues (over a repeated four-note theme in the lower strings that seems to echo Herodias's view of the matter) until suddenly the voice of Iokanaan -- John the Baptist -- is heard from the cistern where he is imprisoned, and musically, all is serene again.

HEROD: Enough on this subject. I have already given you my answer. I will not deliver him into your hands. He is a holy man. He is a man who has seen God.

A JEW: That cannot be. There is no man who hath seen God since the prophet Elias. He is the last man who saw God face to face. In these days God cloth not show Himself. God hideth Himself. Therefore great evils have come upon the land.

ANOTHER JEW: Verily, no man knoweth if Elias the prophet did indeed see God. Peradventure it was but the shadow of God that he saw.

A THIRD JEW: God is at no times hidden. He showeth Himself at all times and in all places. God is in what is evil even as He is in what is good.

A FOURTH JEW: Thou shouldst not say that. It is a very dangerous doctrine. It is a doctrine that cometh from Alexandria, where men teach the philosophy of the Greeks. And the Greeks are Gentiles. They are not even circumcised.

A FIFTH JEW: No man can tell how God worketh. His ways are very dark. It may be that the things which we call evil are good, and the things which we call good are evil. There is no knowledge of anything. We can but bow our heads to His will, for God is very strong. He breaketh in pieces the strong together with the weak, for He regardeth not any man.

FIRST JEW: Thou speakest truly. Verily, God is terrible. He breaketh in pieces the strong and the weak as men break corn in a mortar. But as for this man, he hath never seen God. No man hath seen God since the prophet Elias.

HERODIAS: Make them be silent. They weary me.

HEROD: But I have heard it said that Iokanaan is in very truth your prophet Elias.

THE JEW: That cannot be. It is more than three hundred years since the days of the prophet Elias.

HEROD: There be some who say that man is Elias the prophet.

A NAZARENE: I am sure that he is Elias the prophet.

THE JEW: Nay, but he is not Elias the prophet.

THE VOICE OF IOKANAAN: Behold the day is at hand, the day of the Lord, and I hear upon the mountains the feet of Him who shall be the Saviour of the world.


Yes. Yes there are grand plans in the making.

But, bloggians! I welcome suggestions for ... well, anything! Please comment if you like.
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