double et louche

Great video – well worth your while:

I got the phrase, “double et louche,” from Barbara Tuchman’s “A Distant Mirror”

The Slog Begins

Yeah, really depressing thought: the Holidays are over (Christmas is my Number One Most Favorite time of year), and I find myself back at “work” (i.e., the office job I have had for years out of mind).  Whatever else is true, I am certainly burned-out, vis-a-vis how I earn my paycheck.  Since I spend so many resources for my paycheck, it is probably no wonder that I look at the coming New Year as a great expanse of…well, nothing.  I don’t feel depressed; just not wetting my pants with excitement over the new year.  Ho hum.

I am feeling better about having posted Chapter One of Malachite; and think I will post a new chapter on the first of every month.  That gives me nearly 30 days to finish Chapter Two.  Better get started….

Malachite – Chapter 1

The knock on the door startled him. It had been weeks since anyone had come around; and that, after weeks of so many visitors wishing well – trying to help themselves feel better, and hoping the same thing wouldn’t happen to them.

“Yeah?” he called thru the door.

“Um, Mr, um, Mal-.” He opened the door before the caller could finish.

“Just ‘Mal.’ What can I do for you?”

“I’m, um, from the police department. I’m Sgt. Detective….”

“Thanks. Good or bad?”

“I’m, um, afraid the best I can offer is that we finally have a lead.”

“Let’s have it,” Mal sighed wearily. A virtual eternity of either silence or false hope had long since taken their toll.

“We have found a friend of your daughter’s. Uh, Jaz seems to have been with her last.”

Mal raised his eyebrows. Finally: someone who had actually seen Jade. Probably not helpful in finding his daughter, but some idea of where she had gotten off to.

“Would you like to talk with Jaz? Not that I think it will change anything….”

“Yes, of course. When?”

“As soon as you’d like. Today?”


“We had heard that we could get out of this hole by going thru a pool.” Jaz was looking down and worrying the bandages on her hands. She had been otherwise cleaned-up, but it would take weeks of calories to fill her emaciated face.

Mal leaned over and cupped his chin in his hands. How in the world did they survive going thru a pool? None of them had an exit as far as he knew, and he should know.

“When we got outside, we kept the morning sun on our right, ‘cause we heard that we could get to the city that way.”

The City? Jade and her friend should have been named ‘Dumb and Dumber’.

“We were gone about two suns when we got…. When we got, split up.” Jaz had yet to look up. Mal was about to grab her and shake her.

“Why did you get split up?” the female police officer gently prompted.

“We heard a noise. And, um, I ran. I just started running, and running, and running.” Jaz dissolved into tears and convulsive sobbing.


“Can you show me the pool the girls went out of?”

“We’ve already checked it out. We’ve had our best divers into it, and they could find no way out.”

“I guess there are two teen-aged girls who could teach your best divers a thing or two?”

“No. You don’t understand. There is no way out of that pool.”

“Ok. So how did they get out?”

“Not thru that pool. Anyway.”

“In, or out?”


“Well, either Jaz is making this all up, or she is the only person in the history of this place to both leave and return thru pools that are impassable.”


“You’ve got nothing to say? I’m not surprised. Just like everyone else around here, you’re content to do nothing.”

“That’s not fair! We have no training in this sort of thing.”

“Maybe an imagination would serve you better.”


Truth, which is simple and one, does not admit of variety.
Pope Leo I

A good thing, too, for I can wrap my iddy-biddy bwain only around that which is simple and devoid of variety.


An uncharacteristically bright, sunshiny, not-soggy day here in the Pacific Northwest; hard to pick from the list of things to do. So, while I am trying to decide how to spend this glorious day, I think I will curl up with Barbara Tuchman’s “A Distant Mirror.”

I should probably educate myself a whole lot more on this technology that I am using (or, in my ignorance, abusing). Yeah, that would be a good thing.

Well, the book won. Bye!

New Year’s Resolutions

I guess we do these things because of hope? I can think of no other reason to try to change – hopefully, improve – things/myself. After the joy of Christmas, the New Year’s thing just passes by, like dust in the wind (thank you, “Kansas”). But, something draws me to notice that one calendar year is ending and another is beginning. Might as well blame it on hope.

Hope is, after all, one of the Big Three, along with Faith and Charity.


Starting the Ancient Christian Commentary, volume XII, “Revelation.” I’ve always found the book of Revelation the most distant, the most inaccessible. So, upon receipt of this volume, I intend on spending time with the book of Revelation in 2013, with the ACC volume as my guide.

Already, I have found that God’s Revelation occurs, or is revealed to us, as we are able to understand and withstand. Sad to say, I am not able to understand much, and, I fear, not able to withstand – endure – much. I have much growth in front of me. Will one year be enuf to begin to get my arms around this Book? Oh, not enuf to finish the Book; but enuf to begin to understand – begin to see the ocean, begin to see the forest. I pray.

The Church Year begins on the First Sunday of Advent; but my year begins on Christmas Day. January 1 means nothing at all; in fact, more a day to avoid than to celebrate.

Christmas (Eve)

Since there are (too many to name/count) things far more important than this blog/computers/machines on Christmas, I plan on not even turning on my computer tomorrow (horrors!). But, since I am here (on the Day before Christmas):

1. Thank you to My Lord for: (a) giving me life, (b) dying for me, (c) calling me (back) into Your Church, (d) granting me the grace to repent, and (e) another opportunity to pray
2. Thank you to my friend, I, in Norway for your friendship (all these many years)
3. Happy Birthday to my Brother
4. Thank you to B for calling from Hungary (so very good to hear your voice)
5. And a ba-zillion other things

Forever keeping Christ in Christmas!