He's still my favorite emperor. In fact, the reason no one has theorized this before is that even early Christians respected him. Watch and judge for yourself.
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
The Number of the Beast - 666: A New Interpretation
I present here a video version of my research, in which I demonstrate, using ancient Roman sources, that my favorite emperor--Trajan--was the original man referred to as the "Beast of the Apocalypse" and how his name is encoded in the number 666.
He's still my favorite emperor. In fact, the reason no one has theorized this before is that even early Christians respected him. Watch and judge for yourself.
He's still my favorite emperor. In fact, the reason no one has theorized this before is that even early Christians respected him. Watch and judge for yourself.
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Learning Latin with Pope Francis - July 17, 2016
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July 17, 2016
Literal translation of the Latin: Let us be mindful of older people and of sick people who frequently remain alone in the hour of the burning Dog Star [Jul 3 - Aug 11, the Canicular Days which are usually the hottest] and meet with hardships.
Here's how the Latin works:
July 17, 2016
Literal translation of the Latin: Let us be mindful of older people and of sick people who frequently remain alone in the hour of the burning Dog Star [Jul 3 - Aug 11, the Canicular Days which are usually the hottest] and meet with hardships.
Here's how the Latin works:
Latin
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English
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Parsing
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Grammar Points
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Seniorum
|
of older (people)
|
gen.
pl. masc. comp. adj.
|
senior;
comp. adj. of senex, senis
|
memores
|
mindful
|
nom.
pl. masc. adj.
|
memor,
memoris
|
simus
|
let us be
|
1st
pers. pl. pres. act. subj. verb
|
sum,
esse, fui; hortatory subj.
|
atque
|
and
|
conj.
|
|
aegrotorum
|
of sick (people)
|
gen.
pl. masc. adj.
|
aeger,
aegra, aegrum
|
qui
|
who
|
nom.
pl. masc. rel. pronoun
|
qui,
quae, quod
|
flagrantis
|
of the burning
|
gen.
sing. fem. adj.
|
flagrans,
flagrantis
|
hora
|
(in) the hour
|
adj.
sing. fem. noun
|
hora,
horae
|
Caniculae
|
(of) the Dog Star
|
gen.
sing. fem. noun
|
Canicula,
Caniculae
|
pluries
|
frequently
|
adv.
|
|
solitarii
|
alone
|
nom.
pl. masc. adj.
|
solitarius,
solitaria, solitarium
|
manent
|
remain
|
3rd.
pers. pres. act. ind. verb
|
maneo,
manere, mansi, mansus
|
-que
|
and
|
enclitic
conj.
|
|
aerumnis
|
hardships
|
dat.
pl. fem. noun
|
aerumna,
aerumnae
|
occurrunt
|
meet with
|
3rd
pl. pres. act. ind. verb
|
occurro,
occurrere, occurri, occursus
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Saturday, July 16, 2016
Eating Baby Eels in Madrid
That's right. That's what I did. Only I didn't know it at the time.
We once again spent time with my Romanian mother-in-law in Bucharest. But we planned three nights in Madrid on our way home.
Madrid is known for Tapas. The legend is that workers used to spend their paltry wages on a glass of beer or wine at lunch, since they could only afford one thing. Productivity suffered and the king decreed that restaurants had to give a piece of food with every drink. And so, they began to create little snacks that they put on top of the drink (tapa = top) when they served it.
We arrived in Madrid ready for anything. Our first night, we found a place serving tapas we did not at all understand. We saw something that looked to be a piece of bread with shredded fish atop it, bathed in some sort of white sauce.
Let's dig in! We ate it. It was good. We ordered another.
We visited Toledo the following day, and we joyfully ate a shredded fish tapa there as well!
The following day we had booked a tour of "Tapas and Flamenco," in which our guide took us to family owned establishments before a wonderful show.
And the first place we visited, they were offering those "Shredded Fish" tapas. And our guide finally described what we had before us.
Those were not pieces of shredded fish. They were baby eels.
I will admit to you all. I loved them. I ate them again even after I learned they were baby eels.
I do not, however, think I would have been able to bite into that tapa and greedily eat it, had I known it was a piece of bread with a swarm of baby eels atop it.
And so, ignorance, in this case, was bliss...
We once again spent time with my Romanian mother-in-law in Bucharest. But we planned three nights in Madrid on our way home.
Madrid is known for Tapas. The legend is that workers used to spend their paltry wages on a glass of beer or wine at lunch, since they could only afford one thing. Productivity suffered and the king decreed that restaurants had to give a piece of food with every drink. And so, they began to create little snacks that they put on top of the drink (tapa = top) when they served it.
We arrived in Madrid ready for anything. Our first night, we found a place serving tapas we did not at all understand. We saw something that looked to be a piece of bread with shredded fish atop it, bathed in some sort of white sauce.
Let's dig in! We ate it. It was good. We ordered another.
We visited Toledo the following day, and we joyfully ate a shredded fish tapa there as well!
The following day we had booked a tour of "Tapas and Flamenco," in which our guide took us to family owned establishments before a wonderful show.
And the first place we visited, they were offering those "Shredded Fish" tapas. And our guide finally described what we had before us.
Those were not pieces of shredded fish. They were baby eels.
I will admit to you all. I loved them. I ate them again even after I learned they were baby eels.
I do not, however, think I would have been able to bite into that tapa and greedily eat it, had I known it was a piece of bread with a swarm of baby eels atop it.
And so, ignorance, in this case, was bliss...
Artists of Wisconsin: Robin Jebavy
Robin Jebavy |
Meet Robin Jebavy. Her works are visually stunning and show a mastery of color and symbolic forms. Please visit her website to see more of her art and learn more about her.
I could not describe her artistic intentions better than she does herself on her website. Robin Jebavy's works:
"call to mind elements of cathedral interiors, suggesting their stain glass windows, massive architectural supports, fine ornamentation, and decorative flourishes, as she builds nearly symmetrical, altar-like spaces that are at once intimate, domestic, banal, and monumental, metaphysical, and transcendental."
Here are a few representative examples of her considerable talent.
Sun King |
Master Seer |
A hint of an anthropomorphic presence in a splash of engaging shapes and colors.
Rainbow |
A glorious and playful use of bright colors against a muted background.
Untitled, Oil on Canvas |
J.S. Bach's Orgain |
Spectacular. And I'll leave you with several others to contemplate.
Outdoor Wedding |
Delirium |
Blue Still Life |
Red Still Life |
Golden Spectrum |
Joy of Life |
Monday, July 4, 2016
A July 4th Reflection: God Bless Our Imperfect Union
By the accidents of my life, I celebrated July 4th, 2004 in Mosul, Iraq. And I have celebrated July 4th in Romania ever since, including today, as I sit at my favorite pizzeria in Bucharest, sipping red wine and reflecting on it all.
I love the fact that our Founding Fathers, in the very Preamble of our Constitution, denied us the arrogance of ever being able to assert that our Nation is "perfect":
"We the people, in order to form a more perfect union..."
It was not perfect then. It is not perfect now. It will never be perfect.
The very fact that they wrote into our Constitution the ability to amend it shows that they knew it should be a dynamic document through which we strive to ever press toward that perfection of unity and justice in which the people deserve to live and thrive.
This willingness to accept that the American Experiment is a work in progress is also stated in the hymn "America the Beautiful":
America, America
God mend mend thine every flaw
Confirm thy soul in self-control
They liberty in law.
As I reflect on all this at a pizzeria in Bucharest, Romania, I am compelled to express the story of how the United States, in my opinion, once failed miserably in both her principles and obligations, but also of how she has rectified them today.
Fascist Romania Switches Sides in the Middle of the War
A Fascist Coup had taken control of Romania. King Michael was a mere puppet as the country fought alongside the Nazis.
The Americans bombed refineries in Pitești, Romania that I drove past just yesterday, because those facilities were providing the Axis cause with a great deal of its gasoline.
King Michael, arguably the last head of state to actually wage war as a combatant, was a participant in a Counter-Coup that overthrew the Fascists.
They ordered Romania to turn armaments around to now attack the Nazis.
And they had one stated hope. That when it was all over, the Americans would protect them from the Russians.
Churchill, Roosevelt, and Stalin agreed to something else for the Romanians at the Summit of Yalta.
When the war ended, the Communists had free hand to take over the state. King Michael would abdicate and flee.
The Time of the Communists
Little known is the fact that serious anti-Communist insurgencies raged within Romania for twenty years. They were finally suppressed brutally by 1962.
My novel A Place of Brightness tells the story of one such family, as they waged a guerrilla war against Communist forces in Romania and then had to regroup for a modern resurgence of their struggle.
A Founded Hope Expressed Through a Joke
A dear friend of mine here in Romania is a former naval officer. He told me what is perhaps the smartest and most clever joke I have ever heard. It plays off linguistic double entendres and national dreams.
During the time of the Communists, my friend tells me, the following joke was told.
To understand the joke properly, here is key information:
The word "vin" means simultaneously "wine" and "(they) come"
The verb "a se căra" means "to leave" and the noun "secară" means "an alcoholic beverage produced from grains."
The joke goes as follows:
De ce Rușii beau vodka si no se-cadă, dar Americanii beau Uiskii și nu vin?
Here's one translation, focusing on the beverages:
"Why do Russians drink vodka, but not 'alcoholic beverage produced from grains', but the Americans drink whisky but not wine?"
Here's another understanding of the exact same sounds, this time focusing on the potentially understood verbs:
"Why do Russians drink vodka but they don't leave, but Americans drink whisky but they don't come?"
The American Response
Churchill once said that "You can always count on the Americans to do the right thing, after they have tried everything else."
We didn't do the right thing at Yalta (he didn't either). Understandably, we were all tired of war. But we consigned millions of people to Soviet domination. And let's be honest. We had the bomb. They did not. I'm not saying we should have dropped it on them. But we were obviously in a position of strength.
The Cold War we decided upon instead would eventually result in the deaths of 33,000 US soldiers in Korea and 47,000 US soldiers in Vietnam. We will never know how many people total would have died, or what the world would look like today if we had pressed our advantage and seized Eastern Europe. Would the Far East Wars have even then happened? No one can tell.
And for these Romanians, and the others in Eastern Europe who struggled under Soviet Domination, there would be decades in which the Church was bitterly suppressed, freedom of expression was non-existent, and hope was all but lost.
Eastern Europe Today, July 4th, 2016
I sit in a bustling pizzeria in Bucharest, Romania. These people want what all of us want. They want to enjoy their lives and raise families with opportunities, in prosperity and freedom.
And these people have made an historical decision. They have joined NATO. They have sent soldiers to fight and die in both Iraq and Afghanistan as a sign of their commitment to us.
We have sizable US bases now in Romania, the land we once surrendered to Stalin to avoid further conflict after WWII. They have invited us here because they have chosen representative government, freedom of expression, and they are not turning back.
And so, as I sit here, watching them eat their pizza and going about their lives, I have tears in my eyes for all they endured as a result of the failings of our "Imperfect Union." But we are making it right.
And I am proud to share my July 4th with them...
I love the fact that our Founding Fathers, in the very Preamble of our Constitution, denied us the arrogance of ever being able to assert that our Nation is "perfect":
"We the people, in order to form a more perfect union..."
It was not perfect then. It is not perfect now. It will never be perfect.
The very fact that they wrote into our Constitution the ability to amend it shows that they knew it should be a dynamic document through which we strive to ever press toward that perfection of unity and justice in which the people deserve to live and thrive.
This willingness to accept that the American Experiment is a work in progress is also stated in the hymn "America the Beautiful":
America, America
God mend mend thine every flaw
Confirm thy soul in self-control
They liberty in law.
As I reflect on all this at a pizzeria in Bucharest, Romania, I am compelled to express the story of how the United States, in my opinion, once failed miserably in both her principles and obligations, but also of how she has rectified them today.
Fascist Romania Switches Sides in the Middle of the War
A Fascist Coup had taken control of Romania. King Michael was a mere puppet as the country fought alongside the Nazis.
The Americans bombed refineries in Pitești, Romania that I drove past just yesterday, because those facilities were providing the Axis cause with a great deal of its gasoline.
King Michael, arguably the last head of state to actually wage war as a combatant, was a participant in a Counter-Coup that overthrew the Fascists.
They ordered Romania to turn armaments around to now attack the Nazis.
And they had one stated hope. That when it was all over, the Americans would protect them from the Russians.
Churchill, Roosevelt, and Stalin agreed to something else for the Romanians at the Summit of Yalta.
When the war ended, the Communists had free hand to take over the state. King Michael would abdicate and flee.
The Time of the Communists
Little known is the fact that serious anti-Communist insurgencies raged within Romania for twenty years. They were finally suppressed brutally by 1962.
My novel A Place of Brightness tells the story of one such family, as they waged a guerrilla war against Communist forces in Romania and then had to regroup for a modern resurgence of their struggle.
A Founded Hope Expressed Through a Joke
A dear friend of mine here in Romania is a former naval officer. He told me what is perhaps the smartest and most clever joke I have ever heard. It plays off linguistic double entendres and national dreams.
During the time of the Communists, my friend tells me, the following joke was told.
To understand the joke properly, here is key information:
The word "vin" means simultaneously "wine" and "(they) come"
The verb "a se căra" means "to leave" and the noun "secară" means "an alcoholic beverage produced from grains."
The joke goes as follows:
De ce Rușii beau vodka si no se-cadă, dar Americanii beau Uiskii și nu vin?
Here's one translation, focusing on the beverages:
"Why do Russians drink vodka, but not 'alcoholic beverage produced from grains', but the Americans drink whisky but not wine?"
Here's another understanding of the exact same sounds, this time focusing on the potentially understood verbs:
"Why do Russians drink vodka but they don't leave, but Americans drink whisky but they don't come?"
The American Response
Churchill once said that "You can always count on the Americans to do the right thing, after they have tried everything else."
We didn't do the right thing at Yalta (he didn't either). Understandably, we were all tired of war. But we consigned millions of people to Soviet domination. And let's be honest. We had the bomb. They did not. I'm not saying we should have dropped it on them. But we were obviously in a position of strength.
The Cold War we decided upon instead would eventually result in the deaths of 33,000 US soldiers in Korea and 47,000 US soldiers in Vietnam. We will never know how many people total would have died, or what the world would look like today if we had pressed our advantage and seized Eastern Europe. Would the Far East Wars have even then happened? No one can tell.
And for these Romanians, and the others in Eastern Europe who struggled under Soviet Domination, there would be decades in which the Church was bitterly suppressed, freedom of expression was non-existent, and hope was all but lost.
Eastern Europe Today, July 4th, 2016
I sit in a bustling pizzeria in Bucharest, Romania. These people want what all of us want. They want to enjoy their lives and raise families with opportunities, in prosperity and freedom.
And these people have made an historical decision. They have joined NATO. They have sent soldiers to fight and die in both Iraq and Afghanistan as a sign of their commitment to us.
We have sizable US bases now in Romania, the land we once surrendered to Stalin to avoid further conflict after WWII. They have invited us here because they have chosen representative government, freedom of expression, and they are not turning back.
And so, as I sit here, watching them eat their pizza and going about their lives, I have tears in my eyes for all they endured as a result of the failings of our "Imperfect Union." But we are making it right.
And I am proud to share my July 4th with them...
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