My computer had to go into the shop this week, so I abruptly became unable to post. Should be back to normal today or tomorrow.
bearing blog
bear – ing n 1 the manner in which one comports oneself; 2 the act, power, or time of bringing forth offspring or fruit; 3 a machine part in which another part turns [a journal ~]; 4 pl comprehension of one’s position, environment, or situation; 5 the act of moving while supporting the weight of something [the ~ of the cross].
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What the heck is wrong with the Latin-to-English translators?!?
I haven’t blogged the new apostolic exhortation yet, but Fr. Z’s comment on the line about Latin in the liturgy — as translated FROM LATIN for the English-reading populace — is important.
Latin: exceptis lectionibus, homilia et oratione fidelium, aequum est ut huiusmodi celebrationes fiant lingua Latina.
In Latin, the phrase aequum est means "it is reasonable, proper, right". It can be rendered as "it is becoming", to use a somewhat archaic turn of phrase.
German: es ist gut, wenn außer den Lesungen, der Predigt und den Fürbitten der Gläubigen die Feier in lateinischer Sprache gehalten wird.
Italian: eccettuate le letture, l’omelia e la preghiera dei fedeli, è bene che tali celebrazioni siano in lingua latina.
French: excepté les lectures, l’homélie et la prière des fidèles, il est bon que ces célébrations soient en langue latine
Spanish: exceptuadas las lecturas, la homilía y la oración de los fieles, sería bueno que dichas celebraciones fueran en latín
Portuguese: exceptuando as leituras, a homilia e a oração dos fiéis, é bom que tais celebrações sejam em língua latina
Polish: z wyjątkiem czytań, homilii oraz modlitwy wiernych, dobrze będzie, jeśli takie celebracje będą odprawiane w języku łacińskim (Literally: "It will be good, if such celebration will be officiated in Latin language").
Are you sensing a pattern in the rendering of aequum est, or rather how aequum est in Latin is more than likely the accurate reading of the original language of composition of the Exhortation?
Let’s see the English.
English: with the exception of the readings, the homily and the prayer of the faithful, such liturgies could be celebrated in Latin.
Frustrating, to say the least. h/t Amy.
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Like Jostens for engineers! Kind of.
Mark was awarded a patent last week, something that pleases him. I told the kids that when someone asks what their daddy does, they can now say he’s an inventor. Just like Caractacus Potts! Or Inspector Gadget, maybe.
I was amused by a bit of direct marketing that came in the mail a couple of days later:
Dear Mark,
It is my great pleasure to congratulate you on the granting of your newest patent! …
It is your personal dedication that made this patent possible. It took your valuble time and resources. But because your patent accomplishment is intangible, it can be easily forgotten… by you, your colleagues, and your family.
Don’t let your patent achievement be forgotten! Instead, create a lasting memory of your accomplishment by ordering a patent commemorative plaque or frame. Your patent commemorative is more than metal and wood — it is tangible evidence that you have made a contribution to this world and future generations. One of our customers, Mr. Hank Cutler said it best:
"It is always rewarding to have tangible evidence of one’s work, apart from publications. [Gee! I didn’t know that my father/grandfather/great grandfather did that, but here’s a plaque to prove it. Guess I’ll have to do better than that]. Their presence, in family history, fuels future generations to do better things."
What better reason is there to buy a patent commemorative plaque or frame? Create your lasting memory so that your "presence, in family history, fuels future generations to do better things" by placing an order for your patent plaque or frame today!
Heh — Mr. Hank Cutler (could it be the Henry H. Cutler who received a patent for this Ventilated Infant Garment in 1950?) said it best, indeed — so well that they had to add the text in brackets to make sure that we get the point! Gaze upon this with awe, Junior. Your forebears were noble men. Here is the proof: an engraved facsimile of a government document that certifies that one of their ideas was sufficiently *cough* original *cough* to warrant certification of its originality! Go forth and do likewise!
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Guest-blogging highlights.
From my guest blogging stint at HMSBlog:
- The continuum concept and the theology of the body.
- Creating a "village of attachment." (aka "finding your tribe")
- …and one way that people might start creating it.
- Does self-weaning really exist?
- Infant bereavement photography.
The self-weaning post is a bit of a re-run from one of my most-linked posts. I want to write more here about the CC/TOTB link and about the "village of attachment," so I’m
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Compounding.
A friend suggested I find a compounding pharmacy that will re-formulate Mary Jane’s medicine. I called a local place this morning and found out that I can get her antibiotic in a more concentrated form, so I only have to give her one mL/day instead of four; and that it can be made colorless, so it won’t stain her clothes any more.
So — thanks, friend!
She had her kidney radiology this morning — we should get all the results tomorrow.
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Always check twice.
Saturday morning I drove the kids over to Hannah’s for the day. I pulled into the cul-de-sac and waved at her son Ben, age 7, who was sailing sticks and bits of leaves in the raingutter stream, all swollen with spring meltwater. Ben stood up and waved back as I pulled my minivan up into their steep driveway littered with plastic action figures. The driveway was pretty full, so I decided I’d rather park in the street; I put the van into reverse, and as I started to back out I automatically looked up and scanned the street.
Ben?
I stomped on the brakes. The van rocked on its springs.
Up popped Ben from behind the minivan, where he’d bent over to gather the sticks from the gutter behind my wheels. I breathed through my mouth, engine running and toes immobile on the brake, and watched him; he ran around from the back to the front, disappeared from sight in front of my left wheel well, leaped back up with his hands full of toys rescued from the middle of the driveway, and trotted away.
I made it inside, told Ben’s parents, let them give him a talking to (which I hardly remember). I haven’t been driving the minivan for that long, and the one thing I hate about it is the giant blind spot right behind it. I can’t see anyone shorter than about five foot one if they’re standing right behind my car. If I hadn’t checked twice —
–Well. I did check twice. That time anyway. And I hope I always do check. I hope you do too.
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In case you want today’s Mass readings.
A friend of mine in real life (in fact, he’s over there cooking dinner right now) just asked me if I could send him a link to the daily Mass readings. He reads my blog, so I told him what I’m telling you: You can access the day’s readings two clicks from here.
First click on the Universalis link partway down the right-hand side — it’s a beige rectangle that has the date according to the regular and liturgical calendars. That takes you to the liturgy of the hours.
Then click on the link at the top labeled "Mass."
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Reason #12 to homeschool the sacraments:
… the commenter at this post at Ten Reasons who writes,
I wish I’d been more attentive to her pre-sacrament CCD class, though. I heard for myself the catechist telling the class that "Jesus used unleavened bread because yeast hadn’t been invented back then."
Eh. Where to begin?
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Prayers for Melanie B.
Please pray for Melanie B (Bettinelli), who comments here, and who just received a frightening diagnosis.
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Guestblogging highlights.
Blogging is light for a while because Greg Popcak graciously invited me to guestblog at Heart, Mind and Strength Blog.
I’ve been rewriting some of the stuff I wrote here this week about attachment parenting. A few other items:
- Making connections with kids in your daily work.
- Housework between math and spelling.
- More on giving children choices.
- "Natural Consequences" For Mothers. (heh)
Feel free to comment here, since HMS Blog is uncommented.
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When I saw the headline, I thought, “Yeah, I felt like that after the last baby shower I attended, too.”
But not because of the children.
"Baby shower ends with scalding oil and steak-knife threats"
Next time, have a blessingway.
(OK, I know, there’s nothing funny about the story AT ALL.)
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The day I force-fed my baby daughter Coca-Cola.
(Permanent announcement: Blogging is low because I’m guestblogging at HMS Blog this week. If anyone can tell me how to make a Typepad post "Stick" to the top, let me know please.)
Mary Jane, seven months old, has to take four milliliters of a nasty-tasting antibiotic every day for the indefinite future.
We tried holding her down and squirting it into her throat with a syringe. She fought and struggled and cried and screamed. Often she got so worked up that she vomited it all over herself and us (did I mention that the antibiotic also stains clothing?).
We tried splitting the dose up into two 2-mL aliquots, then four 1-mL doses, then eight half-mL doses. No go. I think it’s a learned response. Now she practically starts to vomit at the sight of the syringe.
The doctor said: Try mixing it with applesauce and giving it to her on a spoon. She is only just now experimenting with solid foods. She refused the apple sauce. I tried mixing it with yogurt. She refused the yogurt. I tried to jam the spoon into her mouth. She vomited. I tried mixing it with apple butter. She accepted it — one mL antibiotics in two tablespoons of apple butter. (Also it took me over an hour to spoon-feed her. Did I mention I hate to spoon-feed?)
I cannot feed a seven-month-old baby half a cup of apple butter daily. I just can’t do it. Besides, if a baby and a half takes a milliliter and a half in an hour and a half — never mind.
The doctor said: I know this is crazy, but have you tried something stronger? Try chocolate syrup in the syringe.
I went to the store and bought Hershey’s Syrup. I started to mix the medicine with some chocolate syrup and then (because the drug is about fifty dollars an ounce) changed my mind and filled the syringe with half a mL of chocolate syrup.
I squirted it into her mouth. She threw up.
I gave her chocolate syrup on a spoon. She threw up.
The doctor said, Many moms have success with Coca-cola. Also that settles the stomach.
I said, I’m sorry, I must not have heard you right. Are you telling me to feed my seven-month-old Coca-Cola?
She said, Last resort time.
I gave the baby Coca-Cola in a syringe. She threw up. I gave her Coca-Cola on a spoon. She threw up.
I put down the spoon and sighed and turned around to see my six-year-old and three-year-old sharing the rest of the can of Coke, for breakfast.
I think I’m going to have to teach the baby to drink from a sippy-cup. Maybe I can mix it into some kind of juice. *sigh*
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