Part of the Bayeux Tapestry, my favorite comic book.I am posting briefly today because it's been too long without a post, regardless of whether or not I have anything to say (not really) or any time to say it (certainly not). So:
1. Why didn't anybody tell me about the wind before I moved to New York City? Chicago, they say, is the windy city. I don't know about the hog butcher to the world, but I do know what it's like to be caught up in the Broadway wind tunnel. Even when not cold, immensely irritating.
2. Today is the feast day of the Martyrs of Valeria. According to Catholic Online: "Two monks hanged from a tree by the Lombards. Pope St. Gregory I the Great reported that after dying, the monks could be heard singing Psalms." The weird beauty of medieval hagiography. I imagine a Roman pine on a hill by a lonely road in what once was Ertruria. Near dusk, backlit by the setting sun. No sound but the whistling wind and haunting Gregorian chant. Two tonsured and robed silhouettes dangling from the branches. How frightening the beauty of martyr tales.
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From the sublime to the less than so, my two favorite martyrs are Russian brothers Boris and Gleb ... my college boyfriend named his two pet rats after them :-)
Hmmm... My girlfriend, Imperatrix pulcherrima Africae Occisentalis, says twins run in her family... so if we have two boys, maybe Boris and Gleb would work. I've always said I wanted to have ten daughters and name them after the ten wives of Charlemagne: Chlotrude, Luitgard, Himiltrude, Gerperga, Fastrada, etc... Maybe not such a good idea.
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