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Regina Caeli, laetare, alleluia.
Quia quem meruisti portare, alleluia.
Resurrexit, sicut dixit, alleluia.
Ora pro nobis Deum, alleluia.

Gaude et laetare, Virgo Maria, alleluia.
Quia surrexit Dominus vere, alleluia.

Oremus. Deus, qui per resurrectionem Filii tui, Domini nostri Iesu Christi, mundum laetificare dignatus es: praesta, quaesumus; ut per eius Genetricem Virginem Mariam, perpetuae capiamus gaudia vitae. Per eundem Christum Dominum nostrum. Amen.

Alleluia! Christ is Risen! Rejoice, fellow Christians! Today’s the most joyous day of the whole year. Rejoice!


Day 19

A talent of mine. Well, it so suits me to pick spinning, since yesterday I loaded up on spinning stuff for my early birthday present from my parents (my actual birthday is in early June). Tomorrow I’ll have to get some pictures up of what I got. I purchased a new little spindle, half a pound of natural creamy-white Polwarth wool, four ounces of handpainted green/brown/purple/grey Shetland wool, and four ounces of bright pink Falkland wool. I am already spinning the Polwarth wool into sockweight yarn.


Days 17 and 18

I give up on the Roman numerals. Though they looked pretty cool.
A piece of artwork. How about this one? I love Bouguereau and this picture is especially delightful to me since I like to spin and today I’m going to a nearby fiber festival where I’m going to get some new spinning stuff.

A time when I felt passionate and alive? Last week I took a car ride that was pretty enlivening. I rarely get to ride with the windows down in the car, and we were going pretty fast… and several of my friends were in there with me. Pretty alive. Passionate? Well, that word has about four or five different meanings, and the most popular one seems to mean simply “enthusiastic”. Enthusiastic I was.


Day XVI and 100th Post!

This is the one-hundredth post on this blog. I’ve been blogging for eight months and two days. I guess it’s kind of a big thing. 😛

A song that makes me cry. Well, I am not the type that frequently bursts into tears at sad movies and songs. So I’ll probably choose one that almost makes me cry.

Okay, if you’ll skip to 3:27 on this video one of my favorite songs ever begins, one called “Battle of Waterloo”. I first heard that song on Pandora, done by Old Blind Dogs* (the singer on this video, Jim Malcolm, was the lead singer at one point and wrote these lyrics). I warn you, it’s very sad. I love it…

*A really good band, as I think I’ve mentioned before, but some of their songs are racy and I would highly recommend looking the lyrics up at first if you are interested. I don’t think I would download a whole album of theirs; just individual songs.


Day XV: Something I’ve Always Wanted to Do

Well, we’re halfway through today. Time does indeed fly.

I haven’t always wanted to do this, but I have since at least 2007: learn Old English.
Look at the following course:

ENGL 417 Old English: This course provides an introduction to Old English, the language of the Anglo-Saxons in Britain from the sixth through the eleventh centuries, with a focus on Late West Saxon, the dialect in which the vast majority of extant Old English documents was written. The goal of the course is to give the student sufficient reading knowledge of Old English to enable him to appreciate the literature in its original language. The student will read selections from the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle and the OE version of Bede’s Ecclesiastical History, portions of Beowulf, and The Battle of Brunanburh (A.D. 937) in its entirety. In addition to the study of Old English grammar and lexicon, consideration will be given to the historical importance of the OE period in the cultural, literary, and religious development of the English-speaking peoples. 
Guess where it’s offered?
Christendom. And yes, that was my sigh of joy you heard a moment ago. Talk about earthly bliss… LEARNING OLD ENGLISH AT AN ORTHODOX CATHOLIC COLLEGE!!! That sentence alone is reason enough to make me want to go there.

Incidentally, there’s something wonderfully appropriate about the name of one of their English professors: Dr. Keats. That’s a great name for an English professor. It’s like a Latin professor named Cicero or a Greek professor named Aeschylus, except there actually exist English professors named Keats. But if there was such a thing as a Greek professor named Aeschylus I would have to forget about Christendom and go wherever he was teaching classes, because that is just too awesome.