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Monthly Archives: June 2006

Kunonga Watch 7

THE ARCHBISHOP of Canterbury has called upon Zimbabwe’s Bishop Nolbert Kunonga to step down, pressing the Central African church to adjudicate misconduct charges brought against the controversial Bishop of Harare. A statement released on behalf of the Archbishop by Lambeth Palace notes that: “In the context of a prolonged and political crisis, the diocese of Harare faces intolerable strain in the form of the very grave and unresolved accusations against Bishop Kunonga.”

Kunonga Watch 6

Zimbabwe: Mugabe’s Day of Prayer

President Robert Mugabe is set to score a propaganda coup with his national day of prayer on June 25 that is to feature pro-Mugabe clerics as well as some who previously opposed the head of state and his ruling ZANU PF party…The aging Zimbabwean leader’s main Christian ally is a man most Anglicans in Zimbabwe say is an embarrassment to their religion, the 56-year old Anglican Bishop of Harare, Nolbert Kunonga.

Remembering Joanie Hahn

Sad news:

Hahn, Joan T. Age 52, June 20, 2006. Beloved wife of Edward J. Hahn. Loving mother of Erica (Peter Treiber) Fitzgerald, Jeffrey (Jami) Fitzgerald, Steven Fitzgerald and step-children, Brendan (Catherine) Hahn and Alicia (Michael) Farris. Proud grandmother of Camden, Jordan, Shane, Ethan, Benjamin, Jacob and Justin. Dear sister of Virginia Hermann, Louise “Nickie” (Keith) Greenfield and Edwin (Paula) Snay. Mrs. Hahn devoted her life to serving Jesus and others. Visitation Thursday 1-9 p.m. at the Sterling Heights Chapel of E.J. Mandziuk & Son Funeral Directors, Inc. 3801 18 Mile Road, (NW corner of 18 Mile and Ryan). In state Friday 9:30 a.m. until 10 a.m. time of service at Troy Christian Chapel, 400 E. Long Lake Rd, Troy. Interment White Chapel Cemetery. From the Detroit Free Press death notice.

Joanie, dear Joanie. How sad I was to hear about her death. I’m feeling very far away from family, it being unrealistic to return to Michigan for the funeral.

Joanie is my former sister-in-law, my oldest brother’s first wife. They were something like pioneers to Bess and me, going before us in having kids (Erica, Jeff) and adopting, too (Steve), owning a home, making a life. Joanie was always unreservedly welcoming to us. We always looked forward to visiting. I remember many happy times just sitting around the table, drinking coffee and talking about the crucial mundane–kids, school, jobs, marriage, church. As it happens, we were not so much in touch after the divorce, but we rejoiced when she found a new life with Ed, and marveled how you all remained cordial as you shared the raising of such remarkable children–now adults, with remarkable children of their own. “Mrs. Hahn devoted her life to serving Jesus and others.” Goodbye, dear sister.

I heard a great voice from heav’n
Saying unto me, “Write from henceforth,
Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord:
Yea, saith the Spirit,
For they rest from their labors,
And their works which do follow them.”

(Revelation 14:11, also the text for Billings’ Funeral Anthem).

Joanie thought that donations to The Gideons would make a good memorial.

Craigslist comes to Kalamazoo

Craigslist comes to Kalamazoo, Michigan, and lots more cities. 4 postings so far!

Duels and breaks with lardy eggs on Saturday

In the first chapter of Don Quixote, Cervantes introduces us to the modest straights of “the Ingenious Gentleman, Don Quixote of La Mancha” by describing his diet:

Una olla de algo más vaca que carnero, salpicón las más noches, duelos y quebrantos los sábados, lantejas los viernes, algún palomino de añadidura los domingos, consumían las tres partes de su hacienda.

I’ve just started reading Edith Grossman’s new translation, and it contains the first paragraph from several English translations. I found the different translations of this sentence really interesting.

Grossman: An occasional stew, beef more often than lamb, hash most nights, eggs and abstinence on Saturdays, lentils on Fridays, sometimes a squab as a treat on Sundays—these consumed three-fourths of his income.

John Rutherford (2001): A midday stew with rather more shin of beef than leg of lamb, the leftover for supper most nights, lardy eggs on Saturdays, lentil broth on Fridays and an occasional pigeon as a Sunday treat ate up most of his income.

Samuel Putnam (1949): A stew with beef than mutton in it, chopped meat for his evening meal, scraps for a Saturday, lentils on Friday, and a young pigeon as a special delicacy for Sunday, went to account for three-quarters of his income.

J.M. Cohen (1950): His habitual diet consisted of a stew, more beef than mutton, of hash most nights, boiled bones on Saturdays, lentils on Fridays, and a young pigeon as a Sunday treat; on on these he spent three-quarters of his income.

Charles Jarvis (1842): A dish of boiled meat, consisting somewhat more beef than mutton, the fragments served up cold on most nights, an omelet of Saturdays, lentils on Fridays, and a small pigeon by way of addition on Sundays, consumed three-fourths of his income.

Also, from the web. John Ormsby: An olla of rather more beef than mutton, a salad on most nights, scraps on Saturdays, lentils on Fridays, and a pigeon or so extra on Sundays, made away with three-quarters of his income.

Google/Babelfish/Systran translation: A pot of something more cow than sheep, salmigundi the pluses nights, duels and breaks Saturdays, lantejas Fridays, some palomino of addition Sundays, consumed the three parts of their property.

Fitzgerald (2006): A simple stew from beef more often than lamb, with leftovers most nights, and nothing but eggs and scraps on Saturdays and lentils on Fridays, with just maybe a squab on special Sundays—these consumed three-quarters of his income.

My repeatedly brave

Mark Liberman (to whom I emailed about Zonker’s use of ‘my brave‘), wrote about ‘My adjective‘ on Language Log. As usual, he has interesting things to say. He points out that

One small issue is that second-person forms like “your idiotic” are homophonous with the corresponding clausal forms “you’re idiotic” etc. But that sort of ambiguity between innovation and conservatism may be an advantage.

I began to wonder whether complex adjectival phrases will eventually be allowed in “My ___” forms. I began to wonder when I wrote the following in an email to that cooler friend of mine, Ryan, about Liberman’s essay, whinging that Liberman didn’t cite me in his essay:

My a tiny bit chagrined not to be acknowledged in the essay but what the hay

By the way, we tried to teach Steve that using the “My adjective” thing will make him as cool and hip as us. Well, he’s already hipper and cooler than I am, so I guess I mean just Ryan. So when he was ill yesterday, Steve wrote Ryan an email that included “my barf.” Sorry, Steve, that should be My nauseated.

Gifts I'm unlikely to get for Father's day

(All from Father’s Day ads in this morning’s San Francisco Chronicle):

  • Breitling Chronomat Evolution watch (Tourneau, $5,235)
  • Spring sportswear for misses (Macy’s, 30% off)
  • 5 gallons of paint (Lowe’s, $10 off)
  • 4 piece carpet set (Sears, $9.99)
  • Toddler’s sundress (Kohl’s, 50% off)
  • Howard Stern show subscription (Sirius, $12.95 per month)

My brave

Zonker Harris says, “My brave” in analogy to “My bad.” Will “my+evaluative adjective” catch on? Mark Liberman wrote about the possibility previously. I mentioned this to a (way more cool than me) friend, and he said he was like totally going to use it.

O Happy Day

Fitzgerald Family at Janine's baptism

Our daughter Janine was baptized this morning by the Kalamazoo River at Historic Bridge Park near Battle Creek, Michigan, presided over by Pastor Tom Schwartz and Elder Eldon Christophel. This is a (rare!) family picture of us all together: Will, Bess and Mark Fitzgerald, Janine Fitzgerald in front. She was baptized along with eight other youth from our church. Leanell Schwartz taught the baptism preparation class.

O happy day, that fixed my choice
On Thee, my Savior and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.

Happy day, happy day, when Jesus washed my sins away!
He taught me how to watch and pray, and live rejoicing every day
Happy day, happy day, when Jesus washed my sins away.

New camera; home for the weekend

Bess at Panera
Bess bought me a new, light camera for Father’s Day; we hope to use it for daughter Jane’s baptism on Sunday. This is one of the first pictures I’ve taken with it. It’s nice to be in Michigan, if only for the weekend.

Addendum: I wrote the following additional verse to Foreign Lander for Bess:

I’ve been to California, Our fortune for to seek,
I sit among the mighty, Though I am mighty meek.
I’ve scaled the Eiffel Tower, To Genoa I’ve gone,
You’re still my precious jewel When all is said and done.