Saturday, October 24, 2009

Bye Bye Blackbird- Saturday Soundtrack

I've read that when Ray Henderson and Mort Dixon wrote this song in 1926 they were telling the story of a prostitute leaving that sad life and returning home to her mother. In several versions of the song that idea really comes through, but not in the two versions I like the most. The first is by Miles Davis. I don't know when it was recorded but I like it more than his famous 1956 recording. This one is pitched a little higher and has a faster tempo, typical of Davis' later years.




Joe Cocker's version of the song, though famous for the electric guitar solo also has a trumpet connection. In one of those so weird it has to be true stories, Cocker used to own a burlesque theater in Canada with Phil Driscoll.




Here are the original lyrics.

Blackbird, blackbird singing the blues all day
Right outside of my door
Blackbird, blackbird who do you sit and say
There's no sunshine in store

All thru the winter you hung around
Now I begin to feel homeward bound
Blackbird, blackbird gotta be on my way
Where there's sunshine galore

Pack up all my care and woe
Here I go, singing low

Bye bye blackbird

Where somebody waits for me
Sugar's sweet, so is she

Bye bye blackbird

No one here can love and understand me
Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me
Make my bed and light the light
I'll arrive late tonight

Blackbird, bye bye

Bluebird bluebird calling me far away
I've been longing for you
Bluebird bluebird what do I hear you say
Skies are turning to blue

I'm like a flower that's fading here
Where ev'ry hour is one long tear
Bluebird bluebird this is my lucky day
Now my dreams will come true

Pack up all my care and woe
Here I go, singing low

Bye bye blackbird

Where somebody waits for me
Sugar's sweet, so is she

Bye bye blackbird

No one here can love and understand me
Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me
Make my bed and light the light
I'll arrive late tonight

Blackbird, bye bye

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Salmon Mousse

Usually, I make this for church. It is a crowd pleaser.


48 Oz of cream cheese (For Heaven's sake, do not even think of using low fat!)
32 Oz of smoked salmon (No skin. No bones. No brown. Only use the pink flesh of the fish.)
24 Oz of sour cream (You're not using low fat are you?)
1 large red onion (peeled)
About 1/2 cup fresh dill leaves
Three tablespoons fresh black peppercorns

Put all of the above ingredients (except for the black pepper) into a food processor and process them until them until smooth and light pink. There should be no chunks, rather everything should be smooth and well blended.

Line three bread pans with plastic wrap.

Cover the bottom of the pans with fresh cracked (a mini chopper works well for this) black pepper. (Other possible toppings: Capers, chopped red onions, dill.)

Spoon the mousse into the bread pans, and cover with plastic food wrap.

Set bread pans into a large container of ice and leave there for 4 hours before serving. Make sure water level is below the lip of the bread pans.

When ready to serve this is what you do: Uncover the mousse, set a pretty serving platter upside down on top of the mousse making sure no plastic wrap is between the mouse and the platter. Quickly turn over the mouse and platter so the mousse is on top of the now face-up. Carefully remove the bread pan and plastic wrap from the mouse. Garnish and serve with crackers, little toasts, or slices of sourdough bread.

Christmas Pudding w/ Brandy Sauce

This recipe is adapted by me from the recipe used by Mrs. Kinky Kincaid in the book "An Irish Country Christmas" by Patrick Taylor, M.D.

175g or 3/4 cup soft bread crumbs
400 ml or 1 3/4 cups whole milk
300g or 1 1/4 cups castor sugar
250g or 1 cup suet
175g or 3/4 cup white all-purpose flour
1/2 tsp salt
1 1/2 tsp nutmeg
175g or 3/4 cup grated carrot
250g or1 cup currants
250g or 1 cup raisins
175g or 3/4 cup mashed potato
75g or 1/4 cup candied peel
3 eggs, beaten
4 tsp treacle or molasses

Heat milk to boiling point and pour over crumbs in very large bowl. Add the sugar and leave to soak for 1/2 hour. Mix in all other ingredients, except eggs and treacle, mixing very well. Finally add the eggs and treacle, and beat very well. Put mixture into greased bowls, cover and steam for 4 hours. continue to add boiling water from time to time to ensure it does not boil dry. Makes one very large pudding or two small ones.
You can use special bowls with their own lids, or else cover the bowl with aluminum foil. I used grease proof paper, then brown paper,and I tie it on with a string. making a handle with the string. If you haven't got a doctor handy,you do need to be careful with the boiling water, so.

The pudding matures and tastes much better it you can remember to make it one year to six months before you need it.

(Addition from Matt: Feed with brandy, just a teaspoon or so, once a fortnight. To feed the pudding, open the top, and skewer the pudding three or four times, then sprinkle the brandy on to the pudding. Then cover and tie it up again. Oh, I do hope you are using a ceramic bowl. Over the course of a few months the brandy will eat through steel.)

Brandy Sauce
55g or 4 tbsp butter
55g or 4 1/4 cup white all-purpose flower
570 ml or 2 1/2 cups milk
55g or 1/4 cup castor sugar
1/4 cup brandy

Melt the butter and stir in the flour. Cook 2 minutes and stir in the milk. Bring to a boil, stirring all the time. Simmer gently for 10 minutes. Stir in the brandy and sugar, and serve with the Christmas pudding.

Garnish the pudding with a holly sprig.

Monday, October 19, 2009

With God All Things Are Possible

The Anglican seminary Nashota House and St. Vladimir's Orthodox Theological Seminary have entered into a "covenant". I don't know exactly what it means but it seems promising even if a mass conversion is unlikely. I mean, asking the whole traditionalist Anglican Church in North America to become Orthodox as a group seems like asking an awful lot. There are some huge obstacles, Calvinism and women priests and bishops are merely two of them. And are the Anglican's really wanting to be Orthodox? I'm not sure. To me it seems that they are reaching out to anyone who will support them in their stand against the Episcopalians.

If the "covenant" is the same thing as the "concordat" mentioned on the SVOTS website there might not be as much to be excited about as one might think, as all it does is record "both seminaries' commitment to preserving the historic record of the Anglican-Orthodox dialogue to date, and to continuing that dialogue on a theological level."

Sunday, October 18, 2009

The Diocesan Assembly


First, I want to say Protection of the Holy Theotokos Parish/St. Serephim Church did an amazing job hosting the Assembly. The food was almost too good to be true. I especially want to call attention to the dolmas, the the chocolate torte, the falafel, and the mussel,clam, and rice dish. They were all made from scratch in the church's kitchen and were amazing. There was much else: pork loin, chicken, a salad with, I think, candied walnuts, much wine, beer, first rate coffee, fresh fruit, olives, cheeses, and very yummy cookies. But what made it all so good, was not just the food. It was the hospitality. Real hospitality, not the kind you pay for at a fancy restaurant. Every bite said "I love you. I'm glad you are here." Our brothers and sisters in that parish found every need and made sure it was met.

The main building was beautiful. It is not often one gets to step into an artist's workshop and see sketches on the walls for the soon to be painted frescoes. Currently, only slightly more than half of the east wall (including all of the altar) and part of the west wall and two pillars are finished. All the rest is whitewashed concrete. One of the most beautiful things is the interior of the dome. It is still white concrete but all the icons have been sketched in sepia-tones. I can hardly wait to visit the church again in the future and see all the frescoes completed. Of all the icons that have been painted so far, I think the most moving might be that of St. John of Damascus. Something about it seems thankful.

The services were beautiful, as one wold expect with two bishops, 14 archpriests, three deacons, and two of the best trained and most experienced sub-deacons in the history of the Church (Yes, I mean Subdeacon Johann Morse and Subdeacon Dr. Dimitri Solodow) serving. Also I think I should mention the choir. It was small but perfect. Every voice did exactly what it was supposed to do, to the Glory of God. (This reminds me of something else about this temple I loved: Almost all the light was natural from the sun, from oil lamps, or from beeswax candles. Even the lights on the choir's music stands was candle light: There being 5 candles set in the right hand edge of each stand.

One of the services was changed by Bishop Benjamin. A vespers service had been planned but at the last minute he changed it to a Panikida (sp?) for two recently reposed priests and Mat. Barbara Sokolov. For this service a choir of priests was formed. The beauty of their voices beseeching Gods mercy on those three beloved members of our family was heart rending.

As for the business of the meeting, well, there wasn't much.
1. Bishop Benjamin said to his Priests, "Holy Unction is not just a prayer for the sick! It is a Sacrament! Confession before Holy Unction is required. So if you need to educate your people, do it."
2. We have some very poor parishes (It seems that some of our priestly families are living below the poverty line), and Bishop Benjamin would like the parishes with money to help those that don't have money. Toward that end he had some laymen introduce a bank that would be funded by Orthodox parishes and institutions that would loan money to parishes for capital improvements. I really liked the idea until I found out that the bank board would be self continuing and not appointed by the church. That will have to be looked at very closely. History shows that many institutions are formed for one purpose and wind up serving another. I mentioned Harvard University having been formed for the propagation of the Gospel but how it now does everything but that. My comment was well received by the Assembly. I think Bishop Benjamin might be worried about the same thing. Simple solution: Parishes with money just need to give to those that need it. We are one diocese, aren't we?
3. The diocesan budget is balanced and was approved (after some questions) by the Assembly.
4. Bishop Benjamin asked for the opinions of the members of the Assembly on many issues and we gave it. I was astounded by the unanimity of opinion. That my opinion on so many matters would be the same as that of an old woman ascetic, a very cosmopolitan priest from a big city, a fairly recent (three years) convert from L.A., a hipster chick (You should have seen the boots she was wearing!), matushkas young and old, a horde of priests, and a handful of nuns can only be ascribed to the Holy Spirit. Whether or not Bishop Benjamin and the rest of the Holy Synod follow our advice almost seems beside the point.
5. Robert Kondratick is still suing us and if he wins will bankrupt the Orthodox Church in America. So far, defending against the suit has cost $500,000. The bishops are unanimous that they will never reinstate him to the holy Priesthood, which is, I think, what he really wants. I am proud of our bishops.
6. We all had such a good time with each other that we asked Bishop Benjamin to schedule the next Diocesan Assembly in the summer so we can bring our families, or perhaps, have another meeting, where we can all get together.

Funny line. When discussing whether or not to do away with the Church Growth Department in the Metropolitan's chancery one woman said: "Church growth department? We have a church growth department? Would somebody please tell me, when did we become Protestants?" Pretty much, the Assembly recommended the elimination of all departments at the Metropolitan's Chancery except external affairs (it is required by the Holy Canons), clergy pensions, and the seminaries. Also, the church planting grants were deemed a worthy and successful program. Everyone seemed to think that program should stay at the Metropolitan's Chancery. Everything else should be done at the diocesan level with the following exceptions:
Christian education should be done only by the OCEC, big foreign charity works should be done only the IOCC, and foreign missions should only be done by the OCMC, all of which are agencies of the SCOBA. All we need the Metropolitan to do is provide links to these agencies on his website.

I was greatly honored to meet the woman who runs Martha and Mary House. Sometimes we encounter people we are not worthy to even look at, let alone converse with. She is one of those people.

Oh, one more very cool thing. I got to hear the new abbot from the St. John of Shanghai and San Francisco Monastery preach. WOW!!!!!

I hope I get to go to the next Diocesan Assembly.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Rain!!!!

I am told that this rain we have been experiencing since last night is the remnant of a typhoon. I and, I am sure, all California is glad for it. It has quenched a long and oppressive thirst.

Around noon Basil and I, wearing our yellow rain coats, walked up to the grocery store. Its about 1 1/2 blocks from out front door. I bout a tin of deviled ham and some crackers and milk. I thought the boys might like deviled ham. I was wrong. Oh, well. Live and learn.

On the way to the store Basil cleared any clogged storm drains he encountered. There were many where the water was being held back by piles of leaves. He used a stick to break up the dams and let the water flow. It was fun. On the way to the store the gutters were flooded and water was out in the streets and in some places up over the curb. On the way home all the water was flowing and the water was receding. Los Gatos Creek runs right by the grocer so we walked up to the bridge to see the water from the storm drains pouring into it. Basil was impressed by all the water. He had never seen the creek so high.

After Basil and I got home (Anselm was at home doing math problems while we went shopping) and after I discovered the boys hate deviled ham, I made them hamburgers. They liked those much more than deviled ham.

About an hour ago I saw that the parking lot here at the apartments was flooding. I dressed both the boys in rain gear, rolled up their pant legs and the three of us went out to set up the submersible pump. MUCH FUN!

Well, I have to get Basil down for a little nap, and Anselm has to get ready for a Cub Scout meeting tonight.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Fruited Molassas Balls

My Aunt Nettie has been making these every Christmas since her son was five years old. He is 53 now. I make them every year now, too.

Matt's Aunt Nettie's Fruited Molasses Balls

1/2 cup Sugar
1 cup molassas
1 stick soft butter
2 large eggs
2 cups flower
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp baking soda
1/2 cup raisins
24 oz. chopped dates
2 cups chopped nuts (I use pecans AND walnuts)

Cream butter, sugar, and eggs
Stir in the in the molassas
Add dry ingredients
Stir until no white flower is visible.

Pour dough into greased baking pan, bake at 350 for 20-30 minutes
Cool a little bit, but while still hot (this hurts, but what act of love doesn't?) pick up some of the dough (you've buttered your hands haven't you?) and roll it into a ball about 1.5 to 2 inches in diameter. Let cool.
Sprinkle w/ powdered sugar.

Recipe can be doubled but you'll need a very large mixing bowl.

Mulled Wine

Weather is getting cool here. Already thinking about Advent and Nativity. I'll be posting some recipes as we get closser to the days. Here's a good recipe for Advent.

Nov 15-Dec 24 is a fast in the Orthodox Church. It is called by various names but the one I like is Advent. In general, during a fast no meat, poultry,fish dairy, oil, or wine is eaten, except on Sundays when wine and oil is blessed, and Major Feast days when fish might be on the calendar. But the days leading up to the Nativity of Jesus are such a joyous fast that wine is blessed for many many days during Advent. Thus, this recipe.


Mulled Wine (Serves 2)

1/2 of a 750ml bottle of full-bodied red wine. Most California Merlots and Cabernets seem to work. Sangiovese, not so much. Also, as much as I like Gallo Burgundy, it doesn't really work in this recipe.

Zest of 1 orange
1 cinnamon stick crumbled by hand
2 tsp whole allspice
1/2 tsp whole cloves

Put above ingredients in a pan over medium heat and bring to boil. Reduce heat . Stir in 2 table spoons granulated sugar. Simmer 5 minutes. Add two table spoons brandy (Paul Mason is no good. Stick to Christian Bros.) Strain. Pour into mugs.

Friday, October 09, 2009

Th dearth of posts

I apologize to my regular readers. I know I have been posting little of interest lately. My time has been consumed with many mundane things. I think I might have bitten of more than I can chew with this M.A. program. The amount of reading is amazing. The amount of writing is daunting. I spend several hours every day on it. Then there is taking care of the boys and homeschooling them. Although today home schooling consisted of watching movies all day while I wrote an essay on the Progressive Historians. Oh, I also was dealing with exterminators, carpet cleaners, and plumbers today. In all, we had issues in 6 units that had to be dealt with today. Plus, I showed a vacant unit a couple of times. I think I am wearing out. Not getting enough sleep. Goodnight.

Oh! Wait! Wednesday was Basil's b-day. He is now four years old. It is hard to believe. I also took the boys fishing. I think that was on Monday. That remindsd me I am going duck and goose hinting with Basil's godmother's boyfriend in December. My forst time to hunt water fowl. Very excited. Thinking about buying a new 20 ga. shotgun for the event.

Saturday, October 03, 2009

All Around the World.

I'm not sure that this video has a point other than to be a tour of Orthodox architecture in various countries. I think the chanter is Fr. Apostolis Hill.

I think the picture in Paris is the courtyard of Holy Mother Maria's convent. The one where she rescued the Jewish Children during WWII.

Friday, October 02, 2009

Sales

Anselm has been selling Christmas wreaths to raise money for his Cub Scout Pack. So far, he is doing okay. He just has to sell a couple of more to reach his goal. The neatest thing is that he doesn't get discouraged when people say "no" but gets very excited when people say "yes". Instead of just going to the next door when some one buys a wreath he runs all the way home to tell me about it. The money raised will underwrite camping trips, the various medals and patches earned by members of the pack, and the cost of uniforms for new Cub Scouts.

A sad thing to me about selling Christmas Wreaths is that our one Jewish Cub Scout does not participate. Its especially sad because the decorating of the temple gates with wreaths on the first Chaunuckha is the origin of the Christmas Wreath (See 1 Maccabees 4:56-59, and 2 Maccabees 10:6-7). It seems to me that we could put blue ribbon on some of the wreaths and call them Chaunukha wreaths. (In the Christian context, I think, its especially important to see the wreath as a reminder to every Christian that his house is supposed to be a little temple where worship is conducted.)

Or, maybe, we could get the whole Pack together to make Chanukha Pretzel Wreaths.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Home Schooling

Anselm was supposed to go to Live Oak today for choir, and history & science enrichment but he was coughing, and given the events of Sunday afternoon, I thought I should keep him close.

So, today we worked on Math. All day. My goal was 2 hours math, then we'd do music, then we'd do chess. But he was so slow!!! Basil was always quick to distract and Anselm was always willing to be distracted. It took five hours to get through what should have taken two hours.

We are using ACE math curriculum. I like it a lot. (I used the their curriclum for all of high school.) It works a lot like Kumon but is not quite as repetitive, and includes instructions to pray before the tests.

Monday, September 28, 2009

The last couple of days

Friday, Saturday, and Sunday morning were all about homework; mine, Anselm's and Athanasia's. We are, pretty much, a family of scholars. We are totally out of space on the bookshelves. Books are piling up on tables, chairs, and in corners.

On Sunday afternoon I took Anselm and Basil with me to the Green Library at Stanford University. I have a big paper due on the roots of WWI and Stanford has quite a collection of WWI related literature. Then we went to the beach. (Athanasia needed some time to do her school work without me or the kids around.) I figured it would be our last beach outing of the year.

We were there for a couple of hours, Basil and I were watching a seal, when I heard a woman say, "Look at that boy way out there." I looked and saw than Anselm was out past the breaking waves (about 8 feet from trough to crest) and being driven by the current south, around the cliffs and out to sea. I don't remember getting to the water, but I remember tripping over my shorts as they fell to my ankles. The next thing I remember was being behind Anselm, between him and the open sea, pushing him toward the beach. A couple of times he panicked and tried to turn around to grab hold of me, but I turned him around and kept pushing him to the beach. I said, "don't grab me, swim to the beach." And he obeyed me. He was very afraid but kept paddling toward the shore with me pushing from behind.

By the time I got him back to the breakers I was really tired. A couple of times, at the crest of a wave I saw people standing on the beach watching us but they weren't coming to help. Anselm sank down and I swam under him to push him back up. I felt the sand under my feet so I knew we were almost there. But I was exhausted. My head and heart felt like they were going to explode. Finally, I saw someone else in the water coming toward us. I made one final push to get him up and over the breakers. I saw Anselm slide down the face of the wave to the man below, and I relaxed went over the edge, too. The man grabbed Anselm and all three of us washed into the beach. Before the wave washed us out again some people grabbed Anselm and the man (I learned later that his name is Albert. He gave Anselm a Rosary.) and a woman grabbed my hand.

Once I was back on the beach I discovered I was totally naked. By the time I got up the beach to Anselm he was already wrapped in a blanket and was coughing up water. He started to go into shock and I told the woman to elevate his feet. I'm afraid I was pretty useless after that. Once I was back on the beach I could hardly breath and couldn't stand up. Someone found my shorts and someone else found my glasses. My shirt was lost. Someone called 911 and paramedics, police, and the fire department were all there in what seemed like just a few seconds.

Anselm was flown in a helicopter to Stanford Hospital. I called Athanasia and told her what was happening. She took a taxi to the hospital, my brothers and sister and her sister met her there. They all arrived about the same time as the helicopter. Because of heavy traffic Basil and I didn't arrive until two hours later.

About midnight Anselm was released from the hospital. We were all happy to get home and into bed.

Early this morning I had to see the dentist to get a filling. I was pretty bummed by having to have a filling but my dentist cheered me up by saying I've been very lucky, that most people my age have had 2 or 3 times the number of fillings I've had. When I got home from that, at about half past 9 o'clock I went back to bed. Anselm slept with me until about noon while Athanasia worked on her homework and Basil played games on Sesame Street.

This afternoon Anselm had choir practice. Basil and I went shopping. We bought coffee, apples, olives, a baguette, milk, butter, yogurt, and oats. (It occurs to me had I bought cigarettes instead of oats I could emigrate to France.) We also went for a walk up Lincoln Ave. He looked in all the shop windows, we played "Pop goes the weasel" while spinning around the sign posts. We went out back to the pool and put our feet in and walked around making foot prints. he sure is a fun boy.

On Monday evenings the pizza parlour over on Lincoln Avenue sells 2 for 1. So almost every Monday we get a pizza. That is what we did today. After supper we read to the boys and got them ready for bed. Athanasia and the boys are in bed now. I have to do a little more reading then I will join them. God is very good to me.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Saturday Soundtrack: Evergreen

I have to admit that I don't think I actually liked this song when I was a little kid, which I was when it was all over the radio. But as I got older I began to like it more.

Lyrics by Paul Williams.
Music by Barbara Streisand.
The song won both an Oscar and a Golden Globe, but did not win a Grammy.

The video is from the 1976 remake of A Star is Born.

Why History?

"Why should the professional historian be expected to have a different relationship to the public than other professionals? Why should a professional historian care about the public's understanding of his or her work if this never enters the mindset of most physicists? "

---

It has to do - and I know some disagree with me - with the goal of history. St. Bede wrote that...

"[s]hould history tell of of good men and their good estate, the thoughtful listener is spurred on to imitate the good; should it record the evil ends of wicked men, no less effectually the devout and earnest listener or reader is kindled to eschew what is harmful and perverse..."


Physics and chemistry can not help people in this way. It might be able to help people in other ways but not in the way history can help. History has the potential to make people wise, to "imitate the good", to "eschew what is harmful and perverse".

But why should the historian do this? Why should the historian care about helping people be better people? If you allow me to appeal to authority - I do know it is one of Aristotle's fallacies but it seems to me to be the way the world really works - I will remind you that we all have a duty, as Al Gore said, echoing the words of countless sages and prophets and saints, a duty to reach down and pull our neighbor up. Even if that help is a mere smile that lifts a stranger out of a dark mood. How much more of a duty to help does the historian have? An historian has much more ability that the person who's only way to help is by smiling. Like bards, poets, and homilists, the historian has a special calling with specialized skills. The historian doesn't merely lighten a mood (Though how much mischief has been avoided because a joke was made at just the right time?), he imparts wisdom. If the historian does not use those skills to build up humanity, to impart wisdom, to help people be better people he is not worthy of the calling.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Church Authority

I just heard a man say "It was quite some time before a central authority developed in the Church that could dictate belief and practice."

What do they teach in schools these days? Don't they read Act 2:42 or Acts 15 anymore? It seems pretty clear from the text that the Apostles were the "central authority" from the get go.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

This is neat

The dean of the Cathedral where we used to parish (we've been visiting around but still haven't made a decision) asked me to stay on as the lay delegate to the diocesan assembly next month. I offered my resignation but he said no. I think Cyndi is going to take the time off and go up with me for a couple of days. It ought to be a lot of fun.

Friday, September 18, 2009

I'm thinking of changing concentrations

AMU offers a a bunch of different history M.A. programs. Right now I am enrolled as as a Classical and Ancient History student. But I am taking a course right now called "Historical Research Methods" which is reading, among many other books, Major Problems in American Military History. The letters and reports in this book written by people who actually fought in so many of my country's battles is very moving. So, I am thinking of changing from Classical and Ancient to American. I am certainly interested in Classical and Ancient, but it doesn't make my heart pound. I've read scads of those old Greeksand Romans, and though their is wisdom in what they say, and sometimes humor, for me there is not much love. But reading Washington's report of the Battle of Ft. Necessity, or Iron Hawks account of the Battle of the Little Bighorn, or Sherman's justification for his march to the sea are not only fascinating but full of emotion for me. Its my family history. I am not a Roman or a Greek. I am an American.

I will have to make my decision before next semester. The two courses I am taking this semester are required of all history grad students. But all the following semesters are concentration specific.

--

Below is something I wrote today. I have to write a few of these little things each week for the professor who seems bored.

Q: What makes the first person primary source particularly useful to historians?

A: Since the 19th century genius Leopold von Ranke wrote that the work of the historian is to write history "wie es eigentlich gewesen" most historians have made that their goal (1). In order to tell it as it really was the historian must know how the witness to events remembered and regarded those events.

Q: What criteria would you use to evaluate the usefulness of a first person source?

A: Before I could ascertain the usefulness of a source I think I would have to make a judgement about its accuracy. To do that I'd begin by asking these questions.:
1. What do other sources say? Can they all be reconciled?
2. Is the source trying to protect or embellish his reputation or the reputation of another person, group, or institution?
3. Is the source benefiting in some way from this account?

Once accuracy is ascertained it seems to me that the source can be used in one of two ways:

A. Proving the accuracy of other sources
B. Providing information not found in other sources

For example, let's take a look at Iron Hawks account (2) of the Battle of the Little Bighorn. Does his account align with the other first person accounts? Yes. Though he was a witness to different details, the big picture he paints is in agreement with his enemy Lt. Benteen's letter (3), the Oglalas interviewed by Billy Garnett (4). Iron Hawk recounts his own confusion and fear so he seems to not be trying to embellish his own reputation. Neither does he seem to be exaggerating the fear of the Unites States soldiers nor the bravery of the Indians. And finally, I can't think of how he might be benefiting by retelling this story. I would judge Iron Hawk accurate

Having judged the accuracy of Iron Hawks account I would use it , primarily, for getting into the minds of the Indian warriors. For example, the admonition Iron Hawk received when he was slow to the fight, "The earth is all that lasts" (5) was revealing of the fatalism of the Indians the U.S. Army was facing that day. And Iron Hawk's account of the Shyela warrior being fired upon many times and not being hit, though dropping lead balls from his belt in front of the other Indian warriors can be seen in at least two ways; evidence of the Providential protection of the Indian warriors on that day, or of a psychological operation on the part of the Shyela warrior to make them believe they were under some sort of supernatural protection.



(1) Breisach, Ernst, "Historiography: Ancient, Medieval, and Modern (2nd Ed.)" (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1994), p. 233
(2) Chambers, John Whiteclay & Piehler, G. Kurt, "Major Problems in American Military History" (Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1999), p. 198
(3) Ibid, p. 195
(4) Ibid, p. 205
(5) Ibid, p.199

Tradeoffs

I have two very different professors this term.

My professor for Research Methods is a Ph.D. from Harvard full-time professor. She assigned all readings and papers the first day of class. It is a lot of work but there is almost no interaction with her. Boring class but at least I know what is expected and am able to get it done. It is a tremendous amount of reading. The professor seems a little bored.

My professor for Historiography is a Ph.D. from University of Chicago. He knows everything and reads everything. He is only a part-time teacher and does it because he loves it. (He says he has "anon-academic job to make money) He offers extremely detailed comments to everything I write. Like the Research Methods professor, he assigned all the readings and papers (also a tremendous amount) at the beginning of term, or so I thought. As students post papers the professor is reminded of things that are "very interesting" remind this professor of other books and he adds them to the reading list. For example, I wrote something about de Touqeville, Justice Joseph Story, Hegel, some 18th century German legal historians, James Otis, George Bancroft, and how the roots of German legal positivism and Prussian state-idolatry lead to WWI,WWII, Nazi-ism and Communism. The next thing I know, the professor gets all excited writes an essay in response, asks the whole class for comments, and assigns a new book for the entire class to read. Thankfully I don't have to buy it because it is in the Public Domain and available on line. Unfortunately, it is another book I have to read. And he does this once or twice a week. I love his enthusiasm and how he wants us all to be the world's best historians, but now we are up to 9 additional books fort his class.

This Historiography class is a semester's worth of work all by itself!!! I'll be glad wen this semester is over and I can start taking the Ancient and Classical courses.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Two Prayers of Elder Leonid of Optina

Perhaps these prayers will be useful to someone.

For a suicide:
‘Seek out, O Lord, the lost soul of my father; if it is possible, have mercy! Unsearchable are Thy judgments. Account not my prayer as sin. But may Thy holy will be done!’



For a loved one who died outside the Holy Orthodox Christian Faith:

“Have mercy, O Lord, if it is possible, on the soul of Thy servant (name), departed to eternal life in separation from Thy Holy Orthodox Church! Unsearchable are Thy judgments. Account not this my prayer as sin. But may Thy holy will be done!”


There is much more said about these circumstances of death and the prayers an Orthodox Christian can and should pray. You can read the whole thing here.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

A Vigil

Let all the trees of the wood, planted from the beginning of time, rejoice; for their nature hath been sanctified by the stretching of Christ on the Tree. Wherefore, now, we worship Him, lifted up, and magnify Him. --Orthros of the Feast, Tone 8

By the mere planting of thy Cross, O Christ, the foundation of death did shake; for him whom Hades did swallow eagerly, it delivered up with trembling; for verily, thou didst reveal to us thy salvation, O holy One. Wherefore, do we glorify thee, O Son of God. Have mercy upon us. --Orthros of the Feast, Tone 6


Anselm Samuel and I went to St. Nicholas Church in Saratoga for the Vigil of the Feast tonight. (We aren't going to be able to go to Liturgy in the Morning for the main event.) It was a beutiful service. All the clergy but one reader were out of town so he had to sing the whole service by himself. Actually, the whole congregation consisted of me, Anselm, one other man, and every saint and angel in heaven. It was a beautiful service.





The Universal Exaltation of the Life-Creating Cross (September 14)

An Exceprt of a paper written for Professor of the Faculrty of Orthodox Theology at the University of Joensuu, Finland.


The placement of this feast in the church calendar(18) has been a cause of no small amount of discussion. Why in early September? Wouldn’t it make more sense for this feast to occur closer to Pascha, when the Church celebrates the destruction of death? The best answer I have read comes from the pen of a monk of St. Tikhon’s monastery…“Truly, the Nativity of the Theotokos was seen as the beginning of our salvation, and the Cross is seen as the culmination of our salvation.” (19) Therefore, the two feasts are placed close to each other.
We find the origin of this feast sometime after A.D. 335 but before A.D. 347. (20) The historical accidents of the Feast, as reflected in the Icon are the raising of the Cross before a crowd of people by the Bishop of Jerusalem. It is thought that the Cross was presented to the people at the time of the dedication of the Basilica of the Resurrection, which temple is represented in the background of the Icon. (21)
But the date, location, and occasion of the elevation of the Cross are not the point of the Feast or the Icon of the Feast. The elevation of the Cross is a universal phenomenon. The Church in all places and at all times looks to the Cross as “the weapon of peace” (22) which grants victory over the adversary. This universality is seen in an interesting version of this Icon that is in the nave of Holy Trinity Cathedral in San Francisco. At first glance it looks like any copy of the Icon of the Exaltation of the Cross. But upon closer inspection we see that the bishop lifting the Life Creating Cross is not the Patriarch of Jerusalem. Instead, he is the Patriarch of Moscow. And the crowd of people before whom he is raising the Cross is not the population of Jerusalem. It is the sacred throng of the Holy Martyrs of the communist persecution; St. Benjamin, the Royal Martyrs, St. Elizabeth, and tens of thousands of other bishops, children, priests, nuns, monks, lay men and women, all are looking to the Cross exalted by the Patriarch. And each of them is holding a small cross in his right hand. They saw the Cross that was lifted up before them and they embraced it. They exalted it not just at a Feast once a year, but in their hearts. They followed Jesus to Calvary and they received the “invincible trophy”. (23)

(18) There are other commemorations of the Cross during the year (e.g. every Wednesday and Friday, the Adoration of the Cross on the Third Sunday of Lent, and the Procession of the Cross on August 1) but they are not counted among the 12 Great Feasts.
(19) A Monk Of St. Tikhon’s Monastery, These Truths We Hold (South Cannan, Pennsylvania: St. Tikhon’s Seminary Press, 1986), page 156
(20) Ouspensky and Lossky, Op. Cit., 148
(21) Ibid
(22) Kontakion of the Feast of the Exaltation of the Cross (tone 4)
(23) Ibid

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Uptown got it's hustlers, the Bowery got it's bums Forty-second Street got ...: A Sturday Soudtrack Post

I am not sure that I knew what this song was about when I was a little boy, but I liked the part about Superman's cape. And I would sing along, quite innocently, to a song about a man being sliced up in a fight.

The words to the song came back to me while I was on vacation a couple of weeks ago. Anslem Samuel was trying to spit, but he "spit into the wind". It was funny. Athanasia and I laughed and quoted part of the lyrics to him. Of course, Anselm asked over and over: "Who's Slim?"

Jim Croce died, at age 30, in a plane crash just a few hours after his last concert.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Good news, maybe. If I believe him.

Talked with my boss. He said he was really sorry we found out about the recruiter. He said he is thinking about moving us to a larger property (e.g. promoting us) but can't do that if he doesn't have replacements lined up. He said he doesn't want us to leave, I told him we don't want to leave, and we both agreed that the status quo is good. I asked explicitly if he is happy with our performance and he said he is. He asked if I am looking for another job. I said I wasn't until last night. We both laughed. Then we talked about an idea I have for bringing in more revenue. He said it sounds good and to try it.

I don't know if we'll be promoted. He said it depends on whether or not he gets the new buildings. I do know this: I don't like being so dependent on keeping one person happy. I have to buy my own apartment building so I don't have to worry about this sort of thing any more.

Boss Called

I guess he got the letter of resignation. He called and and left a panicky sounding message for me while I was in the shower:

"Matt,this is Bxxxx. I'm out of town looking at other properties but call me on my cell phone. I don't want you to get all excited. Call me on my cell phone so I can explain what [the recruiter] is doing. My cell number is xxx-xxxx. Bye. Call me."


Oh, well. I have errands to run. I'll call him in a couple of hours. I am not sure he can say anything that would make me want to stay.

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

What Next?

A couple of days ago a friend of Athanasia's sent her an email the friend had received from a friend who is a recruiter. The email was about a job that looked very familiar. In fact, it looked exactly like my job. Athanasia was worried. I wasn't. Our boss has never had any complaints about our performance, at least none he has voiced, and two weeks ago told me we were doing a good job here. But, I guess, I should have been.

Today Athanasia called the recruiter and found that she is, indeed recruiting for this position we've been in for the last 14 months. 13 hours ago I called my boss and left a message for him to call me. He hasn't called. Trust is broken.

I just wrote our letter of resignation. Tomorrow morning, after Athanasia signs it I'll fax it to our boss. I have no idea what we are going to do.

Stocks

After a great run with Whole Foods Markets that almost completely restored the value I lost in 2008, I am only holding three stocks.

Linear Technology is a maker of analog components. Their products are in thousands of machines, they have little competition, and the barriers to entry are so high that it is difficult for other companies to get into the business.

Navios Maritime Holdings. This is a shipping company with very little debt and a well pleasing P/E ratio. Because almost all of their ships are dry bulk instead of containers they have the ability to grow at the front end of an economic recovery.

Silver Wheaton Corporation is a silver streaming corporation. Essentially, they bought the rights to the silver coming out of some of the worlds most productive silver mines. They do not own or operate the mines, they just own the silver, and sell it onthe world market. I anticipate that as the dollar declines in value because of deficit spending this Canadian company sitting on a mountain of silver will go up greatly in value.

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

A Funny Thing Happened on the Feast of the Nativity of the Theotokos

As I was pumping gas today I was whistling a happy little song. The woman filling the Toyota Sienna on the other side of the pump caught my eye and said, "I like your song".
I said, "It's a good song. Where do you go to church?"
"In Morgan Hill. Beth-El Baptist."
"Oh, good church."
"Where do you go", she asked, her smile growing.
"I'm eastern Orthodox."
There was a slightly confused look on her face as she asked, "Are there many Orthodox churches in the Bay area?"
"A surprising number. Several right here in San Jose."
"like Armenian Orthodox?", she asked as she hung her nozzle back on the pump.
I didn't want to get into a thousand years of history, and since the theologians say it was really a semantic difference I said, "Yeah. Like the Armenian Orthodox."
"The song...?", still with a friendly but now confused expression on her face.
"It's a true song".
Confusion disappeared and her smile spread from ear to ear. "Bye." she said.
"Bye. God bless you." I said.


The song I was whistling was "Trust and Obey" by John Sammis (1887)

1. When we walk with the Lord in the light of His Word,
What a glory He sheds on our way!
While we do His good will, He abides with us still,
And with all who will trust and obey.
* Refrain:
Trust and obey, for there’s no other way
To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.
2. Not a shadow can rise, not a cloud in the skies,
But His smile quickly drives it away;
Not a doubt or a fear, not a sigh or a tear,
Can abide while we trust and obey.
3. Not a burden we bear, not a sorrow we share,
But our toil He doth richly repay;
Not a grief or a loss, not a frown or a cross,
But is blessed if we trust and obey.
4. But we never can prove the delights of His love
Until all on the altar we lay;
For the favor He shows, for the joy He bestows,
Are for them who will trust and obey.
5. Then in fellowship sweet we will sit at His feet,
Or we’ll walk by His side in the way;
What He says we will do, where He sends we will go;
Never fear, only trust and obey.

Now here is my question, what are good Reformation Christians doing singing a song that says obedience is a requirement? They're supposed to be all about Sola Fide, right? The answer, I think, is that most Protestants are not as radical as the 16th century Reformers. Some are, but not most. Most are like the woman I met at the gas station. They know that the same Paul who said we are saved by faith also said fornicators and gossips have no place in the Kingdom of Heaven. So how is it explained? How do these children of the Reformation wind up singing songs like Trust and Obey, which to me sounds a lot like faith plus works? Jesus said "ask and you'll receive". Heresy can not last forever as long as people pray for truth. They have most of the Bible and they have the will of God on their side, the will that no one perish. The people of Beth-El Baptist Church in Morgan Hill are now on my prayer list.

Thursday, September 03, 2009

What I do in history class

Perhaps you are interested in what I am doing in this history progam. Aside from real research papers I have to make entries on an on-line discussion board. One particular class requires that I make one post of my own and then make "scholarly comments" on the posts of at leasttwo class mates.

Here is an example of one of my posts. The assignment was to discuss the effects of three different eras on historiography.

----

Maybe I am a little dense here, but I am not seeing that the Renaissance did anything new historigraphically other than change the subject of history. Instead of demi-gods and heroes, kings and armies, bishops and heretics the Renaissance historians wrote about merchants and cities. Maybe that is a big change, but I don't see it as one. They are still telling a story, relying on sources, and trying to fit things together so they make sense. I don't see that as being very different from what Polybius and Eusebius did. In fact, Bruni, even made up speeches and put them in the mouths of the people when wrote about Renaissance-era Florence. (Breisach, p. 154) Except for subject matter that is the same thing Herodotus and Thucydides did. They did it with kings, he did it with Florentine republicans. Sure it might be a fun and informative read, but is it true? I have a novel on my shelf about an English bridge builder in the same period. It is likewise informative and entertaining, but it isn't true. It doesn’t tell me what really happened.

With the Reformation I have a different problem: Polemics. It seems to me, that if Martin Luther "developed a conception of history to suit and to legitimize his critical view of the earthly life of the church." (Kelley, p.1) he didn't really advance history so much as he enslaved it to propaganda. Sure, he had nice things to say about the Biblical historians (Kelley, p.2), but we can see in his "allein" (Kelley, p. 4) how he is willing to pervert even the Biblical text to reach his theological ends. For Luther, I think, it was all about reaching that end. He castigates those who " embellish or besmirch histories" (Kelley, p.2) but isn’t that what he does?

Luther, as much as those he criticizes, "writes and ignores, praises, and decries whatever he likes" (Kelley p.3) and willing adopts positions that have noting to do with truth but have everything to do with expediency. (Edwards, p.134)

In summary, I do not think Renaissance historians contributed anything very significant to historiography besides a change in subject matter, and, I think the Reformation historians, as exemplified by Martin Luther were a step backward.

This leaves the historians of the Scientific Revolution. But as the hour is late half past eleven o'clock in California, and I am tired, I will take that up tomorrow.


References

Breseich, Ernst, "Historiography: Ancient, Medieval, and Modern (2nd Ed.)", Chicago,1994
Kelley, Donald, "Versions of History from Antiquity to the Enlightenment", New Haven, 1991
Edwards, Mark, "Luther's Last Battles", Concordia Theological Quarterly, Volume 48, Nos. 2 & 3, April-July 1984, Fort Wayne, Indiana.


(part 2)

Having stated what I think are the defects of Reformation Historiography, or at least the less than desirable influence of the Reformation on Historiography, and having shown why I think the Reneiassance historians were interesting but not unusually important, I want to talk about the Scientific Revolution and its effect on historiography. What I am not going to talk about is the related, but different topic, history of science.

It is generally true that prior to the Scientific Revolution things we moderns think of as areas of scientific inquiry were ruled by tradition and ancient texts. How many limbs were lost to gangrene because physicians followed Galen's prescriptions instead of cleaning wounds and stitching them up? Our own first president was bled to death because Galen's ancient texts ruled medicine even into the 18th century.
But the Scientists were less enthralled by the opinions of the ancients. The fact that something had been written down did not make it true. Neither did the position or reputation of the proponent of an idea have any impact on the veracity of the idea. As Sir (1) Francis Bacon, said "Those who have taken upon them to lay down the law of nature as a thing already searched out and understood, whether they have spoken in simple assurance or professional affectation, have therein done philosophy and the sciences great injury."(2)

In that statement lay the foundation of the Scientific Revolution, and upon that foundation Bacon built the philosophical construct for establishing the "progressive stages of certainty" (3) we now call the Scientific Method: Hypothesis, theory, experimentation, revision of theory, more experimentation, etc. It is this font that watered and continues to water historiography. For, now, if there is no documentary evidence to show Washington camped at Valley Forge, that the phoenix was born again from its ashes, that Nero played the harp, or the Titanic had plenty of life boats, the historian that asserts the truth of those claims is derided and considered no historian.

But that is not all. The Scientific Revolution held, contra Pontius Pilate, that truth was knowable (4). Here is a river; jump in you're wet. My hand has been burned; touched by fire. But truth mixed with lies is untrue. Bacon said discussed mixing gold with silver to make the coin stronger, but also how the silver "embaseth" the gold. Likewise he said mixing truth with fiction might make a better story but a less true story. (5) Thus, the propagandizing of Martin Luther and the inserting of speeches in historical figures' mouths by Bruni are repudiated.

There is another thing the Scientific Revolution did for historiography. It gave historiography a new purpose. In the past one read history, such as Plutarch's "Lives of the Noble Greeks" or St. Patrick's "Confessio" or Herodotus' "Persian War" for moral instruction. And, historians wrote history, as many writers write other things, as actors act, and as singers sing, that is for acclaim. That is not why the scientists did science. They did science to solve problems. Galileo didn't improve and build a telescope to become famous for building better telescopes than Johann Lippershey. He didn't even build it to have a telescope. He built the telescope to solve a problem. Likewise, Bacon says it should be for increasing wisdom in "understanding of plots and the marshalling of affairs", that is, for solving practical problems, that men study history (6). And if that is why men should study history, that is how historians should write history. In such manner we see Bacon using history in his writing. When dealing with the problems of placement and design of houses he looks to a conversation between Pompey and Lucullus (reported by Cicero)(7) for an idea of how to solve the problem. When looking at Britain, which during his lifetime was beginning to grow into a great empire, Bacon wanted to address the problem of the greatness of kingdoms. He attempted to solve the problem by looking at the history of Rome, Spain, and other great empires.(8)

In summation, the effect of the Scientific Revolution on historiography consists, at least, in these elements:
A. That truth can be known
B. That knowledge can be tested
C. That truth is always better than fiction, even if the fiction is of some utility
D. That history can be a tool for solving problems and should be written for that purpose

1 - Actually, though he was a knight, he ranked much higher than that as Viscount St. Albans)
2- Bacon, Francis, "Novum Organum", 1620, http://www.constitution.org/bacon/nov_org.htm
3- Ibid
4- Bacon, Francis, "Essays" (1972, Dent: Melbourne & London), p. 4
5- Ibid
6-Op. Cit., 150
7-Op.Cit., 133
8-Op. Cit., 89

Saturday, August 29, 2009

In the Footsteps of St. John the Forerunner

On this day, the day of the beheading of St. John the Forerunner pray to pray to St. Yevgenii Rodianov, a Russian soldier beheaded by the Chechnyans in 1996. It hasn't happened yet, but the Church of Russia is in the process of declaring him a Saint.

Though the Muslims taunted him and tempted him with earthly life if he would only remove the little Cross that hung from his neck, he would not deny his faith or remove his Cross in order to save himself. He imitated St. John the Forerunner in his fervent devotion to God’s Truth, and also in the manner of his death as a faithful witness. He was 19 years old.

St. Yevgenii, well-pleased unto God, intercede before Him that our souls may be saved!

Vacation is over. Now, on with life.


Vacation was much fun. Some friends from church, my god daughters and their parents, actually, joined us for a few days of it. We returned to the place we went to in May 2007(read about that 2007 trip here and here.) when Basil Wenceslas was only one, when he didn't even talk: Russian Gulch.

We had a very excellent time. Unfortunately, the night before we left Basil had to get 20 stitches put in his leg from a bathroom accident. And then, he fell and busted open his cheek on the first day we were there.
Then, I think it was the second night, he burned his hand exceeding horribly on a red hot marshmallow skewer. But nought did his injuries reduce his enthusiasm for camping. He, Anselm, and my god daughters played hard the whole time.
They picked blackberries, climbed inside giant redwood trees, chased bunny rabbits and quail, hiked for miles,played in the pacific, explored ocean caves, blew music on kelp trumpets.


I did go to an internet cafe in Mendocino for about 5 hours one day to do homework (I am still way behind. I'll have to decide if I want to try to catch up or just move on from where the class is at now.), but other than that it was all fun all the time.


Today was the beginning of the term brunch for Anslem's new school. It isn't a traditional school as it only meets Tuesdays and Thursdays in support of home school families. Anselm will be using them for History/Geography and Science enrichment. As it turns out, one of the teachers at the school is Orthodox and attends the parish we are visiting tomorrow.

Yes, we are still searching for a parish. Tomorrow we visit St. Basil the Great Church in San Jose. It is in a part of San Jose I've never been in, so I am curious on two counts; what is the parish like (the teacher told me it is "very ethnic" which is something I like) and the lay of the neighborhood by the old mercury mines (I think they've been shut down since the gold rush ended).

The apartment complex is still here and needs constant attention. I've already had to change locks, replace a shower curtain rod, clean the laundry room, and deal with a tenant emergency. As I said, on with life.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Saturday Soundtrack: Fret Not sings I'll Fly Away

This song was sung often in the churches of my childhood. There is probably a sociology paper in here, but I don't have that much time. I think it is interesting how the music of American evangelical protestants, especially the pentecostals/charismatics has changed over the years. This song was only written in 1931 but is now considered old, as can be seen by the dress of the musicians. The songs of that era, such as Farther Along, In the Sweet Bye and Bye, and this one spoke of suffering in this life and attaining rest after death. Those are not the kinds of songs one is likely to hear in the materially prosperous churches of the grandchildren of those Depression-era American Christians. Ifthey are sung it is usually for nostalgia's sake. (For the record, I am not opposed to nostalgia.) Unlike today, death and suffering were everywhere. Small pox and the flu killed enormous numbers of people every year. Rickets and tetany were plagues. Penury was one untimely hail storm, or one anthrax outbreak away for most of the country. Most families had lost at least one child. Suffering was real and it was hard. That suffering was reflected in the church music of the time.

Fret Not, a local Bay Area band specializes in the Christian music that was written during the 1st third of the 20th century, and they dress the part. Here is Fret Not singing I'll Fly Away, a song often sung in the little pentecostal churches in which I grew up.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Commerce

I have my Dad's tackle box. Well, I have his first tackle box. When we moved to Florida in 1981 he bought a great big plastic tackle box with six fold-out shelves. But the one I have is the one he had and used from 1936, when he was nine years old, until he bought the big plastic one in Florida. It's little, and made of steel. It only has one fold out shelf but that's enough for me. I don't know what color it was originally, but sometime in the 1950s or 1960s my brother, Ken painted it silver.

My Dad's Dad was a lead and zinc miner around their town (I've mentioned this before.), and he loved to fish. He and my dad would sit up all night long and fish during the summers. Well, when my Dad was 9, his Dad took him down to the hardware store in their little town of Commerce and bought him this tackle box I have.

When my Dad gave me the tackle box back in 2003, or maybe 2004 it was all rusty, so I painted it with silver Rustoleum, to match the color it had been during my childhood. A couple of days later I was over at his apartment in the assisted living community, and I told him I painted it and he began to talk about his Dad. And he started crying. His talking about his Dad that day, made me love someone I had never met, who had died decades before I was born. From that day, I've had it in my mind to go to Commerce and see the hardware store where he bought my Dad the tackle box. I'd like to see the place. But I looked on the map and there are no hardware stores in Commerce anymore.

While looking at the map I noticed something and remembered a story my Mom told. Route 66 though Commerce, Oklahoma is called Micky Mantle Blvd. Back in the late 1950s or early 1960s my parents were on their way to one of their denomination's biennial conventions in Joplin, Missouri. And, as the song says, the road between Joplin and L.A. was Route 66. So my parents and all the other preachers from Southern California had to drive through my Dad's hometown.

As my parents drove into town they saw the familiar sign over the road: "Commerce, Oklahoma. Home of Mickey Mantle." But this time the sign was longer. One of the other preachers had got there first added "& B.J. Karnes" to it.

I loved hearing them tell the stories of their early life together. I know from my older siblings that those years were not as rosy as my parents remembered. But I think there is a good example there, too. When I am old will I want to look back and remember hard times and sadness? What kind of old man will I be if at 70 I am bearing grudges from my 20s? I think I only want to remember the good things.

Anyway, I have a tackle box.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Cremation


A little while before my Dad died I was at his house and he said to me, "Matt, I've been thinking about cremation. What do you think of that." What I wanted to do say was "Abraham buried Sarah. Joseph was carried back to Canaan and was buried. Elisha was buried. Jesus was buried. All the early Christians were buried. The only ones that were cremated were those burned alive by the Romans." Admittedly my theology was not very sophisticated. It was simply following the example of Jesus and his saints. But all I managed to say, because I knew my Dad was trying to make a horrible decision and I was so pained by the thought of death was, "It isn't something I would do."
He said, "Okay. Thank you, Matt. I've been thinking about it." A few weeks later he asked me to find a burial plot for him. (I wasn't able to complete this task, because my Dad's health was failing fast and he wanted to see the place before we bought it. He never felt well enough to go out and look at the places I found. My brother Ken, after my Dad died is the one who found some ground for him.

Since then I've thought about burial and cremation a lot. And my opposition to it has solidified. Interestingly, this Newsweek article does a really good job of showing, what for me, is the core reason Christians ought to be buried instead of cremated. The whole article is rather long and is about much more than burial practices, but here is the relevant part:

Then there's the question of what happens when you die. Christians traditionally believe that bodies and souls are sacred, that together they comprise the "self," and that at the end of time they will be reunited in the Resurrection. You need both, in other words, and you need them forever. Hindus believe no such thing. At death, the body burns on a pyre, while the spirit—where identity resides—escapes. In reincarnation, central to Hinduism, selves come back to earth again and again in different bodies. So here is another way in which Americans are becoming more Hindu: 24 percent of Americans say they believe in reincarnation, according to a 2008 Harris poll. So agnostic are we about the ultimate fates of our bodies that we're burning them—like Hindus—after death. More than a third of Americans now choose cremation, according to the Cremation Association of North America, up from 6 percent in 1975. "I do think the more spiritual role of religion tends to deemphasize some of the more starkly literal interpretations of the Resurrection," agrees Diana Eck, professor of comparative religion at Harvard. So let us all say "om."


In his little essay, Why Orthodox Christians are not Cremated, Fr. Peter Orfanakos writes...

"When we are baptized it is not only the soul which becomes the temple of the Holy Spirit, but also the Body. When we receive Holy Communion, we take the real Body and Blood of Christ into our bodies. In the mysteries of Chrismation and Holy Unction it is our bodies which are anointed with Holy Chrism."

"The Church has unequivocally taught since Christ’s Crucifixion that the proper way to treat the dead is a reverent burial of the body in the context of a proper Church funeral and prayers for those who have fallen asleep in the Lord. We sing hymns and psalms to escort the dead on their way and to express gratitude to God for their life and death. We wrap the body in a new shroud, symbolizing the new dress of incoruption the person is destined to receive. We pour myrrh and oil on the body as we do at baptism. We accompany this with incense and candles, showing our belief that the person has been liberated from darkness and is going to the true Light. We place the body in the grave towards the east, denoting the Resurrection to come."


Fr. Andrew describes a funeral in a small village in Carpatho-Russia...

"The sunshine is penetrating through the morning mist. The priest preaches in Rusin: ‘The departed is going to where all pious people go, to Christ and His Holy Mother and the saints. The people cross themselves and a hundred voices are raised to sing ‘Eternal Memory’. The service is finished. The lid is placed on the coffin. A son weeps, a daughter sobs. The hand-bier, on which the coffin is placed, is pushed up the village street towards the onion-domed church. We stop on the way for Gospel readings on the Resurrection. Two cars stop, for the road is blocked by the village funeral procession. At the church, the last panikhida is sung and then we make our way to the other end of the village - to the cemetery.
A stream babbles as it rushes down from the hills. A farm dog barks.
The cross and banners lead the way, as at Easter. For the funeral of every true believer is also a Paschal feast. There the last hymns are sung. As the coffin is lowered into the grave, a woman sobs uncontrollably. It will take time for her to heal. Yes, she has deep faith, like all these people. But to recover from the sorrow of death, it takes not only faith, but also time. The greater the faith, the less the time needed. The weaker the faith, the more the time needed.
A stream babbles as it rushes down from the hills. A farm dog barks.
Clods of earth drop onto the coffin. I make the sign of the cross over it.
To the servant of God Ekaterina, Vichnaya Pamyat!"


I wish I knew were I was going to be living for the rest of my mortal life. If I did, I'd buy some ground so that when Athanasia and I die the Church could bury us there. The Cross and the Icons would lead the procession, like at Pascha. I'd like it to be on the east side of a hill so we will see our Savior straight away. Cremation? No. Not for me. I'm planning on getting up again.

only 11 o' clock in the morning and already got tons done.

Taking a little break right now but so far today:

Coffee
Cleaned laundry room
Breakfast for two boys
Dealt with tenant leaving trash outside front door
Added water in the pool
Morning prayers (Basil was only a little bit cooperative, even with incense. Although, he did want to hold a prayerbook for a few minutes.)
Dropped boys off at Kidspark
Replaced vandalized exterior light fixture (The police said there has been a spike in petty crime in San Jose.)
Second cup of coffee
Dealt with tenant noise complaint
Met with my boss and the owner of the property about painting and termites

I'm really happy about how this day is going. I think I'll say midday prayers now, and then work on the car a little bit, and then go to the Kelly-Moore, my favorite paint store before I go pick up the boys.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Baptism

The last two days were dominated by plumbing problems and other tenant issues andalso no small amount of school work. Totally missed all the Dormition services. But today, Athanasia stayed home to deal with the plumber so I could go to the liturgy at St. Stephen's. We got there a few mintes after 9 thinking we were in time for Orthros and were confused that Orthros was almost over. Then we saw the baptismal candles and understood. The time had been adjusted so a Baptism and Chrismation could occur between Orthros and the Divine Liturgy. There were two people born again today. Many years to newly illumined Damian and Zacchaeus!

It's been too long since we have been to Confession, and because of that we couldn't eat the Body and Blood of Jesus, so we left at the dismissal of the catechumens. After church we stopped at Whole Foods and bought bacon. I'm very excited. Athanasia is cooking it right now.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Tipi Tipi Tay: A Saturday Soundtrack Post

I have no idea where or when I first heard this song, but I remember singing it as I played in the backyard of the house I lived in when I was 6. I've always loved Dean Martin. May Dad used to watch his comedy roast shows on the teevee but if I ever said anything good about Dean Martin my dad would say, "he's a drunk". Actually, and I only learned this in the last couple of years, when he was drinking on stage or in front of a camera it was apple juice in his glass. And when Franky, Joey, and Sammy would stay up all night in the casinos Dean would go up to his hotel room to spend the night with his wife. That's right, it was all just an act.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

What I learned in Historiography today.

Here is an interesting fact. Xenophon was the inspiration behind one of the most important movies (along with "Fort Apache the Bronx" and "Escape from New York") about New York made in the dark pre-Giuliani days of the 1970s-1980s!

Xenophon wrote two major historical works called Hellenica (or Greek affairs) and Anabasis (the long march up country). The Anabasis is about his long march with Greek mercenary soldiers through Persia around 400 B.C. But the totally cool thing about it is that it was used by New York author Sol Yurick as the main theme of the story that was made into the 1979 film "The Warriors".

Feasts

Today is Leavetaking of the Feast of the Transfiguration, which has been going on for a few days.

Thy mercy, O Lord, endureth for ever;
-Thou wast transfigured on the mountain, O Christ our God; showing to Thy disciples Thy glory as each one could endure. Shine forth Thou on us, who are sinners all, Thy light ever-unending; through the prayers of the Theotokos; Light-bestower, glory be to Thee.




In a few more days it will be the Feast of the Dormition, the last feast of the liturgical year, and the feast that shows us what is in store for all of us if we persevere to the end. One amazing thing that will happen on that day is that snakes will go to church on Kephalonia. I don't think there has ever been an official explanation for this phenomenon, but it seems to me that the obvious explanation is that the snakes are paying homage to the new Eve, perhaps asking for forgiveness on behalf of their ancestor.



Metor, Swimming Pool, Homework, Vegetables

It is about 2 a.m. and all I can say is What a Day! Read books about Abraham Lincoln and Dinosaurs to the boys. They watched Mary Poppins on iTunes while I read Historiography, They swam in the pool for a few hours while I read Fischer, who slammed my favorite modern historian in the first chapter. Talked with a tenant about a problem. Received some faxes. Sent some emails. Talked with the gardener about over watering. Oh yeah, I fit three meals in there, too. Then more reading to the boys. Then we watched a movie about Homer for my school. Then we drove out into the country to watch the Persiod Meteor shower. It was beautiful. I had never seen it before. Saw the moonrise over the mountains. Saw the Milky Way, which I rarely get to see because of light pollution where I live.

I think regular readers of this site know Athanasia runs a pick up site for Two Small Farms. Because her site has so many customers we get all the organic locally-grown vegetables we can eat for free. Sometimes people don't pick up their veggies and we give them to family and/or friends. Tonight, I tried to give four boxes to my nephew's family. But I learned that they don't eat vegetables. I was only able to press a few heirloom tomatoes onto them. Because it was after 10 (we were on our way out of town to watch the meteors) I didn't think I should try to drop them off at another's house. So, now I have potatoes, strawberries, heirloom tomatoes, onions, cabagges, beets, a collection of the worlds largest cauliflower (one could be the main course of a dinner for 4), cherry tomatoes, and two kinds of lettuce all over my kitchen and dining room. It's really kind of neat to look at. Its like I live on a farm and just brought inthe crops.

I fed some lettuce and beet greens to the chinchilla. Until tonight all he has ever tasted was "chinchilla food" which is a mixture of seeds, timothy hay, and raisins (only two or three each day). He went TOTALLY BONKERS for the beet greens. Then, when he tasted the lettuce he jumped all over the cage and sat up on his hind legs to beg for more. So, even if my nephew's family doesn't eat vegetables, I know someone who does.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Giving Alms

We Orthodox are expected to give alms, especially during the fasting periods. But there is danger in doing it. Jesus warned us not to give like the Pharisees give, that is give secretly. Don't even let your left hand know what your right hand is doing. And don't feel proud about how much you are giving. So here is some practical advice on how to give alms:

1. Follow the example of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker and give your alms secretly and and night. Let no one see you, least of all the recipient of the gift.
2. Pray, "Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me and hide me. Let no one see me."
3. Pray, "Son of God, forgive me for not giving more, for you have given me your very life. Save me from pride for my alms are are nothing compared to what I have received from you."

Monday, August 10, 2009

The Biblical Studies Carnival

Biblical Studies Carnival at: Dr.Jim West

Contains this little slam of NT Wright, which I can't tell if it is serious or tongue-in-cheek,as Strauss denied every bit of truth in the Bible, while Wright is middle of the road EvProt.:

"No reckoning of the house of mirrors can take place without reference to the work of NT Wright, because no one can so famously distort both the message of the New Testament and the history of the early Church and its theology as he (unless you count David Friendrich Strauss)".

Home Schooling

In California, if you want to homeschool your children you have 3 choices:

1) Ignore the law and do what you want
2) Found your own charter school and maintain all the state required records.
3) Join a PSP (Private-school Satellite Program) and pay them to maintain the state required records.

We are trying to find a PSP. But they all require either 2 days attendance in enrichment classes and/or that we sign a statement of faith that we, being Orthodox Christians cannot sign. Some of them are very expensive. And they all act like we should be honored to be their customer. I don't like that attitude in restaurants, I certainly don't like it in record keepers.

Sunday, August 09, 2009

School Update

I just finished my first week of school, and, so far, I am really enjoying my classes at AMU. Among my classmates are a USMC artillery major who is training the Afghani 7th division's artillery, an army captain who is currently fighting in Iraq, a Lt. Col. in the Army Corps of Engineers who is in charge of a long stretch of the Mississippi River, an accountant for a Congressional committee, a chemistry professor who "knows nothing about history but should", a woman who works "in the intelligence area", and the head trainer of space shuttle crews. There are also many high school history teachers in my classes. It seems that some states pay their teachers more if they hold advanced degrees.

I had to drop one class, Seminar in World History. It was just too much work, requiring two 40 page (not counting bibliography and title page) pieces of publication-ready original research. So, I dropped that one. I still have Historiography (which is much fun class) and Historical Research Methods. That is enough for now.

Saturday, August 08, 2009

Saturday Soundtrack: A Little Bit of Soap

I first heard this song when I was 6 or 7 years old. It meant nothing to me but when I was a few years older I heard it and cried. This song really only holds meaning for those who feel the sting of eros' lash most keenly: Teens. Thankfully, age dampens, at least a little bit, those sufferings.

A Little Bit of Soap was the only hit the Jarmels had, reaching #12 in the United States in 1961.

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Tired

Monday I said to Athanasia,"Sometimes I look at people around us who are just living life and I wish I could be like them." What I meant is that from the time I was a teenager I've had various plans for the future and have tried (and usually failed, but that is a different matter) to execute those plans. For example, today's plan is to get the MA in history while Athanasia gets the MS in disaster management then get jobs at some little college outside of the bay area (I'm thinking something like College of the Ozarks, Grove City, or St John's) where I will teach part-time and manage rental housing and Athanasia will work in student housing or disaster preparedness. But in the meantime, there is life to be lived now. Kids need to be fed, clothed, and educated. And there is the liturgical life of the Church which is often neglected. I mean, this is Tuesday evening (which to Jews and Orthodox Christians is really Wednesday), the time I should chant the Akathist to the Theotokos, but I had a full day of kids and work and still have a 100 pages of reading and a short assignment for for school to write. I'm not really complaining, I just, sometimes, wonder if life would be better if I tried to do less? I look at people I know who are free to do so much useful stuff, like volunteer at Raphael House, or with the IOCC, or who are able to move to new mission fields and help pioneer new parishes. It seems I spend all my time in preparation, living in the future. Mainly, I am tired. I don't get enough sleep. It might be the case, if I got more than 5 hours sleep each night I'd feel better about the path I am on. Well, I don't have time to do the whole akathist. I'll do one of the shorter prayers. Then I'll do the reading and the short assignment. But I am happy to finally be in grad school. I never thought of my undergraduate studies as being anything other than an obstacle between me grad school. So, I'm happy I'm finally doing it. The work is fun but I am not sure that it isn't vanity.

Monday, August 03, 2009

Phoenix


I watched Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets yesterday afternoon. It remindedme of somethingI read at Biblicalia:

The Righteous Phoenix

“And she also gave to her husband” (Gen 3.6). The word “also” is a word that suggests she also gave the fruit to others to eat, to cattle, beasts, and birds. All obeyed her, except for a certain bird named hol (phoenix), of which it is said, “I shall die with my nest, yet I shall multiply my days as the hol” (Job 29.18). The school of R. Yannai maintained: The hol lives a thousand years. At the end of a thousand years, a fire issues from its nest and burns it up, yet of the bird a piece the size of an egg is left; it grows new limbs and lives again.

“After their kinds they went forth from the ark” (Gen 8.19). Eliezer (Abraham’s servant) asked Shem, Noah’s oldest son: How did you manage to take care of the many kinds of animals? Shem replied: The truth is, we had much trouble in the ark. The creature whose habit it was to eat by day, we fed by day; the one who ate by night, we fed by night. As for the chameleon, my father did not know what it ate. One day, as my father was sitting and cutting a pomegranate, a worm fell out of it and the chameleon consumed it. After that, he would knead some prickly reeds infested with worms and feed it with them. As for the phoenix, my father found him sleeping in a corner of the ark and asked him: Why did you not request food? He replied: I saw you were busy, and I said to myself that I should not trouble you. Noah replied: Since you were concerned about my trouble, may it be the Lord’s will that you never die. Hence it is said, “I shall multiply my days as the phoenix” (Job 29.18)

from The Book of Legends, William Braude’s very enjoyable translation of Hayim Bialik and Yehoshua Ravnitsky’s Sefer ha-Aggadah, pp. 20 (from Genesis Rabbah 19:3), 28 (from b Sanhedrin 108b).

Saturday, August 01, 2009

Last night, today, doubts about the plan of action

Yesterday, July 31 was the day the Orthodox Church commemorates St. Joseph of Arimethea. (It is also the day, in 1929 that my mother was born. Oh, how I miss her. I can hardly stand taking my boys to the park anymore because it used to be that every time I went to the park with them I would call my mom and we would talk.) So we went to a Name Day party for one of my God Daughters. It was much fun. We didn't get home till late last night.

So far today I haven't done much. Went to the farmers market with the boys. I only bought cauliflower. While there I talked to a native plant dealer. Right now the townhouses I manage are panted with the typical-for-commercial-developments-non-native flowers that have to be replaced every 3 months. It looks sterile. I would much rather have native plants growing wild all over the property. My boss likes the manicured look. So, I talked to this grower and she was able to suggest some compromise plants. I'll gather pictures, makesome drawings and propose it to my boss before next spring. It would be nice to have the right plants to make our townhouses into a butterfly habitat.

Leaving now to go to Home Depot. I have to buy a toilet for one of the apartments I manage. I'll install it this afternoon or tomorrow afternoon.