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It’s nice to get some positive news sometimes.
I like good news.
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Your post about St. Valentine got me thinking: What's the weirdest existing relic of a saint you know of, and/or which relic has the craziest history/legend?
Look, there are a lot of contenders for this title. By definition, relics are MAGIC SKELETONS. Sometimes underwear, or hats. They’re all at least a LITTLE weird.
I considered the Mandylion, which was a towel on which Jesus’s face appeared after the ghost of Jesus wiped his face on it because a guy was sad he couldn’t do a good job painting Jesus. I also considered the amount of Mary’s breast milk that was being passed around in the Middle Ages (a lot) (John Calvin said about the sheer volume of this relic that “Had the virgin been a cow her whole life she could never have produced such a quantity.”
But, no, man. There’s only one that can be number one.
The Holy Prepuce.
Go ahead, google “prepuce.” I’ll waiNO I CAN’T WAIT IT MEANS FORESKIN
This is Jesus’s foreskin.
According to an apocryphal infancy gospel, when Jesus was circumcised, an old woman put his foreskin in a box of oil. This box of oil was eventually what Mary of Bethany (until recently conflated with Mary Magdalene) used when she washed Jesus’s feet with her hair.
Anyway, an angel gave the foreskin to Charlemagne at the Holy Sepulchre, and Charlemagne gave the foreskin to the pope when he was crowned Holy Roman Emperor.
The pope put the relic in the reliquary in the Lateran basilica, but it was stolen during the sack of Rome in 1527. The German soldier who stole it was imprisoned in the Italian village of Calcata, and he hid the relic in his cell. The village was subsequently plagued by strange storms and a fog made of perfume until the relic was uncovered in 1557, where it was the subject of many pilgrimages.
However, there were as many as eighteen different relics that claimed to be the actual Holy Prepuce all over Europe. The arguments over who had the real foreskin of Christ got so heated that in 1900, it was made a sin punishable by excommunication to even talk about the Holy Prepuce (whoops).
The Holy Prepuce appeared in visions to several female saints. Saint Bridget of Sweden saw an angel appear to her who put the foreskin on her tongue and she experienced multiple orgasms. Saint Catherine of Siena claims that Jesus appeared to her and give her his foreskin as a wedding ring.
Here is the experience of a nun named Agnes Blannbekin:
Crying and with compassion, she began to think about the foreskin of Christ, where it may be located [after the Resurrection]. And behold, soon she felt with the greatest sweetness on her tongue a little piece of skin alike the skin in an egg, which she swallowed. After she had swallowed it, she again felt the little skin on her tongue with sweetness as before, and again she swallowed it. And this happened to her about a hundred times. And when she felt it so frequently, she was tempted to touch it with her finger. And when she wanted to do so, that little skin went down her throat on its own. And it was told to her that the foreskin was resurrected with the Lord on the day of resurrection. And so great was the sweetness of tasting that little skin that she felt in all [her] limbs and parts of the limbs a sweet transformation.
Most of the claimants to being the real Prepuce were destroyed during the Reformation or the French Revolution. The most famous, though, the Prepuce of Calcata, lasted until 1983, when it was stolen. There are doubts about whether any Holy Prepuce still exists.
My preferred theory, however, about the fate of the foreskin of Christ comes from the 17th century Vatican librarian Leo Allatius, who claimed that, like Christ himself, the foreskin of our savior had ascended to the heavens, where it was transformed into the rings of Saturn.
Think of that the next time you gaze into the night sky.
I haven’t been posting much, but this is the most cromulent thing I read today. The connection to the rings of Saturn BLOWS MY MIND!
The Most Cromulent Thing I Read Today January 27, 2014
On the opposite side sat a bald-headed old gentleman, with a good-humoured, benevolent face—the clergyman of Dingley Dell; and next him sat his wife, a stout, blooming old lady, who looked as if she were well skilled, not only in the art and mystery of manufacturing home-made cordials greatly to other people’s satisfaction, but of tasting them occasionally very much to her own.
Charles Dickens The Pickwick Papers
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The Most Cromulent Thing I Read Today - January 22, 2014
This piece in Wired about how the calls for Nintendo to port games to iOS are misguided puts into words what I have been thinking for a while. Two years ago, I thought that games on iOS would be an acceptable substitute for more expensive games from Nintendo. I stopped thinking that way once I played Luigi’s Mansion. The controls and attention to detail were far more immersive than any iOS game I had played at that point. I also have become disillusioned with the freemium model which tends to be more annoying and deceptive than paying for a full priced complete game. While I think there are good games for iOS, I think there is room in the market for companies that provide complete and immersive games.
Everything You’re Thinking About Nintendo Is Totally Wrong - Chris Kohler
Before Nintendo would ever put any content onto the App Store, it would first have to be ready to compete in that environment and sell its games on a platform where race-to-the-bottom pricing and aggressive freemium money-making mechanics are the norm. It must be willing to learn how to design its products in a way that would make them competitive on that platform.
The Most Cromulent Thing I Read Today —With My Ears! January 17, 2014
This podcast on conspiracy theories was a very informative. It explained the difference between grand and small conspiracies. I also thought the point about blind rejection of authority is not actually skepticism, but a form of cynicism.
http://youarenotsosmart.com/2014/01/16/yanss-podcast-016-steven-novella-and-jesse-walker-discuss-the-history-and-psychology-of-conspiracy-theories/
The Most Cromulent Thing I Read Today January 16, 2014
Paws, Pee and Mice: Cats among Medieval Manuscripts - Thijs Porck
I have felt that my job, which involves making electronic forms is just a 21st century version of a manuscript writer or scrivener. I don't actually write anything, just copy verbiage to conform to regulatory requirements.
If I were on the Flintstones, I would be a bird tapping my beak into a clay tablet. I would briefly lift my head and utter "Eh. It's a living!" So anytime I see manuscripts with marginalia detailing how bored a monk was copying text, or annoyed with a cat getting in the way I just nod slowly since I recognize that feeling.
“Hic non defectus est, sed cattus minxit desuper nocte quadam. Confundatur pessimus cattus qui minxit super librum istum in nocte Daventrie, et consimiliter omnes alii propter illum. Et cavendum valde ne permittantur libri aperti per noctem ubi cattie venire possunt.”
[Here is nothing missing, but a cat urinated on this during a certain night. Cursed be the pesty cat that urinated over this book during the night in Deventer and because of it many others [other cats] too. And beware well not to leave open books at night where cats can come.]
Medieval Fragments via io9
The Most Cromulent Thing I Read Today January 15, 2014
Gilligan’s Island: A variation on 10 themes · The A.V. Club
I enjoyed this breakdown of Gilligan's Island into ten basic story types by Brandon Norwalk. I particulary liked this section regarding what each character represents:
The concept is elemental right down to the characterizations: wealth (Thurston Howell III and his wife, Lovey), sex (Ginger), logic (Professor), the other one (Mary Ann). That’s not just a joke. Mary Ann most often stands in for a sort of old-fashioned, resourceful self-sufficiency, having grown up on a farm in Kansas, but her role regularly bleeds into those of the others, most notably when she plays Jackie to Ginger’s Marilyn in a world without pop culture.
It reminds me of an assignment I had in college where I demonstrated the three main dramatic conflicts using examples from The Brady Bunch.
On an additional note, it seems that the AV Club has been watching MeTV. I look forward to the 5,000 word article explaining how Svengoolie merges the macabre with the cornball.
The Most Cromulent Thing I Read Today January 14, 2014.
Brain Rot: Hip Hop Family Tree, B-Boys Chuck Chillout and Donald D - Boing Boing
Oh snap! Hip Hop Family Tree just went full on Liefeld!
I have been enjoying the web version of Ed Piskor's Hip Hop Family Tree. I really should buy the paper version to hand out to friends and family. The great thing about Hip-Hop Family Tree is how Piskor is both telling the history of hip hop and his own personal history of comics fandom. As the story has progressed, the look of the comic has changed to match comics of the era.
Another great example of the dual love of comics and hip hop is the use of Kirby dots in the KRS-One chapter.
The Most Cromulent Thing I Read Today January 13th 2014
Sup, sorry for the lack of updates. I was in Tombstone with my family which meant that I was not about to interrupt that to update this blog. I read some stuff on my break. I started reading Godland volume 2. It scratches my itch for weird retro cosmic adventures. I also read Afterlife With Archie #3. My wife also likes that one.
Today I finished the third Superior Spider-man trade paperback while I was at lunch. I really enjoy the story of Otto Octavius attempting to out-do Peter Parker and just making a shambles of things in the process. I am tempted to just download the remaining issues through Comixology since Peter appears to be returning in a few months.
NEW DELHI - India marked a major success in its battle against polio Saturday by being removed from the World Health Organization's list of countries plagued by the crippling disease. Health Minister Ghulam Nabi Azad said the WHO removed India from the list after the country passed one year without registering any new cases. The milestone is a major victory in the global effort to eradicate polio and leaves only three countries with endemic polio — Pakistan, Nigeria and Afghanistan. India must pass another two years without new cases to be declared polio-free.
http://www.cbsnews.com/news/india-declared-polio-free-by-world-health-org/
The Most Cromulent Thing I Read Today - January 6, 2014
This is a snippet from a State of The World 2014 conversation at The Well between Bruce Sterling and Jon Lebkowsky. The whole thing is worth reading if you have time. I selected some of my favorite parts:
Another way to see it: slammed by a firehose of information, it's hard to know anything, to be other than intellectually numb and detached from any sense of broad existential danger.
Also this response from Roland Legrand explains why a government might rationalize spying on its citizens:
Couldn't there be some cyberpunkish understanding of what the NSA-spooks are doing? We're exponentially increasing the power of individuals and small groups to do great things - we all have extremely powerful computers in our pockets, the ability to tap into worldwide communication networks, we can launch biotech labs at relatively little cost, launch drones, engage in genetic engineering, and I guess soon also run nanotech experiments. While all this can end up in useful or at least fun new products, services and entertainment, it could also be used to commit acts of mass-destruction. So the authorities realize that each and everyone of us could do increasingly horrific things, and so the surveillance of each and everyone of us seems logical. What follows is a depressing competition of individuals, good and bad alike, to escape surveillance using all those wonderful new toys (tor, bitcoin etc) and the state trying to keep up, corrupting the venerable Stacks along the way. Of course it is shocking what Snowden and his friends expose, and how the authorities in Western democracies organize a man hunt to stop the leaks. But then again, at least as depressing is the realization that mass-surveillance could be the logical outcome of our dream of the ever-increasing empowerment of the individual.
I think that I chose this piece because it tends to sum up my feelings on the Snowden leaks and the general direction of technology in general. Ironically enough I am using a Yahoo platform to provide someone else's content with my opinion which saying it adds value is dubious at best and then adding value to the Yahoo stack.
Another cromulent thing to read is this opinion piece comparing con artist to entrepreneurs:
James Surowiecki: Entrepreneurs, Con Artists, and the American Dream : The New Yorker
The Most Cromulent Thing I Read Today January 03, 2014
Chris Sims (aka Notorious I.S.B) is one of my favorite pop culture critics. He writes prodigiously about comics. His point of view is simultaneously devotional and irreverent. Another great read is his posting on Scooby Doo and Secular Humanism. I will likely be reposting a bunch of his stuff since he is one of my favorite internet writers.
What I really enjoy about this posting is how he is quickly able to make a simple press release into a critique of the Dreamworks oeuvre — especially the zinger about lopsided smirks. While I feel a little weird about copying the article entirely, it was too full of good jokes from the title on down.
DreamWorks Announces ‘DreamTab’ Device, Try Not To Be Alarmed That Shrek Now Has Another Way Into Your Home
by Chris Sims January 3, 2014 4:33 PM
I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but it looks like we may all have to update our strategies for living lives mercifully free of Shrek:DreamWorks , the studio responsible for the increasingly flatulent ogre (and a host of other movies) is getting into the tablet game with an Android-powered “DreamTab” for the kids.
Kid-friendly tablets aren’t exactly a new idea — at least in terms of how long tablets have been around — but DreamWorks getting into the game presents some pretty interesting possibilities. According to Engadget , the $300ish device is set to be pre-loaded with content related to the studio for both entertainment and educational purposes, and for young fans of animation, that could lead to some encouraging programs that gave a nice foundation for art. Of course, as Engadget points out, it could also involve Shrek and his misshapen head popping up to tell you it’s time to turn the thing off, likely repulsing children and families away from technology forever and fostering a new generation of Luddites. Let the speculation begin!
We’ve batted around a few possibilities here at ComicsAlliance that seem pretty likely to happen. Senior Editor Caleb Goellner thinks that the whole thing is just designed as a stealth training system for future animators who will be recruited into the studio, like “that movie where the kid plays video games and he’s so good he graduates to leading an army against aliens. Like Ender’s Game but not pretentious. Wing Commander? [Senior Editor's Note: I was thinking of The Last Starfighter, but my Freddie Prinze Jr.-wired brain confounded me again]” This marks the first, and possibly only, reference to Wing Commander in the year 2014, so please update your spreadsheets accordingly.
Personally, I have high hopes that sales on a new electronic tchotchke will fund the prodcution of a sequel to Rise of the Guardians that’s just about Pirate Santa Claus battling evil, but it’s far more realistic to just assume that there’s going to be an app that’ll add a lopsided smirk to every picture.
Either way, we can all rest assured that the DreamTab will be decent, but far less critically acclaimed than whatever new computer Pixar is planning to release.
Comics Alliance
The Most Cromulent Thing I Read Today January 02, 2014
Why earthquakes are sometimes preceded by mysterious lights For years, people have reported odd glowing and mysterious flickers of light before an earthquake. Now the phenomenon may finally be explained, in a new study that explores the unusual geology of the earthquakes associated with these sightings.
Nature via Ria Misra on io9
I thought this was an interesting item. It reminds me of how certain flavors of Lifesaver candies will spark in the dark when you bite on them. It seems like it is a similar principle. I had never heard of earthquake lights before reading this article which is why I consider this to be the best thing I read today.
The Most Cromulent Thing I Read Yesterday January 02, 2014
I wanted to start clipping my favorite things that I read. This is from The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens. I read it January 1, 2014.
Mr. Tupman looked round him. The wine, which had exerted its somniferous influence over Mr. Snodgrass and Mr. Winkle, had stolen upon the senses of Mr. Pickwick. That gentleman had gradually passed through the various stages which precede the lethargy produced by dinner, and its consequences. He had undergone the ordinary transitions from the height of conviviality to the depth of misery, and from the depth of misery to the height of conviviality. Like a gas-lamp in the street, with the wind in the pipe, he had exhibited for a moment an unnatural brilliancy, then sank so low as to be scarcely discernible; after a short interval, he had burst out again, to enlighten for a moment; then flickered with an uncertain, staggering sort of light, and then gone out altogether. His head was sunk upon his bosom, and perpetual snoring, with a partial choke occasionally, were the only audible indications of the great man's presence.
I am reading the novel through DailyLit.com. The first couple of sections started roughly and I let the emails start to sit in my inbox unread. However, I took some time yesterday to read the sections. I chuckled when I read this paragraph so loudly that my wife asked me what was so funny. My bad explanation was my amazement at how Dickens used these metaphors to describe the highs and lows of drunken stupor. It also reminded me of the times that I either witness people in this state or I was the person in this state.
My sister-in-law and my niece both deride Dickens by saying: "You know he got paid by the word." But I think the way he uses really great words.