Between Claire's love for apples and my pie-baking habit, I've become kind of obsessed with the Cuisipro Apple Corer. It makes cutting up an apple so quick and easy. I don't usually like a lot of extra gadgets in the kitchen: the simpler the better for me. But this apple corer has completely changed snack time for the healthier for our family. I even have the idea to buy a stash of these apple corers, and when a birthday/anniversary/housewarming occasion arises, I'll buy a sack of Honeycrisp apples to pair with the apple corer as a gift from moi. Hmm, I bet it will pair with pears too---how's that for the obvious homophone...
Wednesday, March 21, 2018
Monday, March 19, 2018
Gerard Manley Hopkins' Godhead Here in Hiding
poetic translation of St. Thomas Aquinas' Adoro Te Devote
- Godhead here in hiding, whom I do adore,
- Masked by these bare shadows, shape and nothing more,
- See, Lord, at thy service low lies here a heart
- Lost, all lost in wonder at the God thou art.
- Seeing, touching, tasting are in thee deceived:
- How says trusty hearing? that shall be believed;
- What God’s Son has told me, take for truth I do;
- Truth himself speaks truly or there’s nothing true.
- On the cross thy godhead made no sign to men,
- Here thy very manhood steals from human ken:
- Both are my confession, both are my belief,
- And I pray the prayer of the dying thief.
- I am not like Thomas, wounds I cannot see,
- But can plainly call thee Lord and God as he;
- Let me to a deeper faith daily nearer move,
- Daily make me harder hope and dearer love.
- O thou our reminder of Christ crucified,
- Living Bread, the life of us for whom he died,
- Lend this life to me then: feed and feast my mind,
- There be thou the sweetness man was meant to find.
- Bring the tender tale true of the Pelican;
- Bathe me, Jesu Lord, in what thy bosom ran—
- Blood whereof a single drop has power to win
- All the world forgiveness of its world of sin.
- Jesu, whom I look at shrouded here below,
- I beseech thee send me what I thirst for so,
- Some day to gaze on thee face to face in light
- And be blest for ever with thy glory’s sight. Amen.
Saturday, March 17, 2018
Saturday, March 3, 2018
Saturday, February 24, 2018
Friday, February 23, 2018
The Hundred-Year Walk: An Armenian Journey is a memoir that retraces a grandfather's epic tale of survival amidst the Armenian genocide in Anatolia, Turkey, at the beginning of the twentieth century. Not only is this memoir terrifying in the detailed descriptions of the horror of ethnic cleansing, but it is also poignantly beautiful. Amidst the reality of hunger, sleep-deprivation, nakedness, thirst, a violent uprooting from home, separation from family and loved ones, illness, and despair, the author includes passages resounding full of virtuous hope, gratitude, and appreciation for beauty. Here, for example, the author's grandfather Stepan savors a sack of dried grapes and dates:
"Skeletal and nearly naked, he dropped the shriveled sweetness of each one into his mouth. He could feel the raisin plump with his saliva, almost come to life, and taste the pop of a sugar rush as he bit down.... Ten minutes passed like this. The quiet was stifling; it was still enough to hear his own breath, his own beautiful breath. Finally, the guards motioned. Another raisin plopped into Stepan's mouth, and his legs, thin as skewers, began to move. Where? He didn't know the exact coordinates, but this time, he knew his final destination.... I have one or two hours of life left. One or two..." (180)
That anyone survived the Armenian genocide is a miracle, but these kinds of violences waged against our fellow human beings occur regularly across our troubled world. It is the terrifying and all-too-historical reality of genocide such as that waged against the Armenians that leads me to side with regular citizens' rights for self-protection in a world where governments often turn against a defenseless population (i.e., Cambodia, Germany, Ukraine, Turkey, China, Cuba, U.S.S.R., etc.).