Today is the Feast of Saint Simon and Saint Jude, Apostles (died first century). Today is also the birthday of Matthew (aka Matt), one of the Assembled (1983).
Saint Simon was called the Cananean or Zealot because of his zeal for the Jewish law; he was not from Cana, nor a member of the Zealot party. Like all the Apostles, he was a convert, and was trained by Saint Peter the Apostle. After the Ascension he evangelized in Egypt and Mesopotamia, though there are traditions of him being in several other locations. He was a martyr for the faith, but several places claim to have been the site of that, too; Christian Ethiopians claim that he was crucified in Samaria, while Justus Lipsius wrote that he was sawn in half at Suanir in Persia, and Moses of Chorene wrote that he was martyred at Weriosphora in Caucasian Iberia. He is the Patron Saint of curriers, sawyers, and tanners. Saint Jude was the son of Cleophas, the brother of Saint James the Lesser, and the first cousin of Jesus. He wrote the canonical Epistle named for him, and preached in Syria, Mesopotamia, and Persia with Saint Simon. A healer and exorcist, he could exorcise pagan idols, which caused the demons to flee and the statues to crumble. He was martyred by being beaten to death with a club, then beheaded postmortem in 1st century Persia. He is the Patron Saint of lost causes, of the Chicago Police Department, and of hospitals. One of his namesakes is St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital in Memphis, Tennessee, which has helped many children with terminal illnesses and their families since its founding in 1962. And today is the birthday of Matthew (aka Matt), one of the Assembled; there was at least one other Matthew among the Assembled, plus my son of the same name (1983).
Last night I continued reading The Fortune of War by Patrick O’Brian, and our New Orleans Pelicans lost their first regular season game to the Golden State Warriors in an away games by the score of 95 to 111.
I woke up at 6:30 am in the Americas Best Value Inn in Knoxville, Tennessee. I did my Bathroom Devotional Reading, and we checked out at 7:45 am. At the Cracker Barrel we ate breakfast and I read the local paper. While I finished eating, Richard went to to a gas station for gas, soft drinks, water, and ice. We were on I-40 East at 8:45 am, and I did my Internet Devotional Reading. At 9:15 am we got on I-81 North, and continued listening to The Assassin by Clive Cussler and Justin Scott, Read by Scott Brick (Audiobook). We entered Virginia at 10:00 am, and I renewed The Assassin by Clive Cussler and Justin Scott, Read by Scott Brick (Audiobook) at the Lafayette Public Library (it was due today, and now due on November 18th). I then read the USA Today.
At 12:45 pm we ate roast beef poboys for lunch. At 1:00 pm, south of Lexington, Virginia, we detoured to US-11 North due to accident on the interstate, and got back on I-81 North above Lexington. We entered West Virginia at 3:30 pm. I then got a call from an unknown number; the subsequent voice-mail was from DelMonico Hatter in New Haven, Connecticut, letting me know that my hat had arrived, and I called then back to let them know that I would pick it up tomorrow afternoon. I then read the October 12th, 2015 issue of my Jesuit America Magazine. At 4:00 pm we crossed into Maryland, and at 4:15 pm we reached Pennsylvania.
We checked in at the Sleep Inn in Carlisle, Pennsylvania at 5:00 pm, and at 6:00 pm we ate dinner at Hoss’s Steak and Sea House. I then sent a text to Callie to let her know that we would be to their place late tomorrow afternoon. We returned to our room at 7:00 pm, and at 7:30 pm we watched Jeopardy! I will now post this Daily Update via WordPress for Android and do some reading. And tonight our New Orleans Pelicans will play an away game with the Portland Trail Blazers; I will report the score of the game in tomorrow’s Daily Update.
Tomorrow we have no Saints to honor. Instead, we will note that tomorrow is the anniversary of when Lt. William E. Broughton first caught sight in 1792 of a majestic mountain in the Pacific Northwst and named it after British naval officer Samuel Hood, 1st Viscount Hood. (No one thought to ask the locals what they called the mountain; they called it Wy’east until they literally died out in the 1830s.) Tomorrow we will head for Matthew and Callie’s place in Groton, Connecticut. On our way we will stop at DelMonico Hatter in New Haven, Connecticut to pick up my Tilley hat, and we plan to arrive in Groton late tomorrow afternoon.
This Wednesday Evening brings us a Parting Quote from Galway Kinnell, American poet. Born in 1927 in Providence, Rhode Island, he grew up in Pawtucket, Rhode Island. He studied at Princeton University, graduating in 1948 alongside friend and fellow poet W.S. Merwin. He received his master of arts degree from the University of Rochester in New York. Kinnell traveled extensively in Europe and the Middle East, and went to Paris on a Fulbright Fellowship. His first published collection of poetry was What a Kingdom It Was (1960). During the 1960s while in France the Civil Rights Movement in the United States caught his attention. Upon returning to the United States he joined CORE (Congress of Racial Equality) and worked on voter registration and workplace integration in Hammond, Louisiana. This effort got him arrested. He published his only novel, Black Light, in 1966. In 1968 he signed the “Writers and Editors War Tax Protest” pledge, vowing to refuse tax payments in protest against the Vietnam War. He drew upon his experiences with the Civil Rights Movement and his protest of the Vietnam War in his 1976 book-long poem The Book of Nightmares. His poem “Saint Francis and the Sow” was published in 1976. In 1980 he wrote the poem “After Making Love We Hear Footsteps”. Kinnell wrote two elegies for his close friend, the poet James Wright, upon the latter’s death in 1980. They appeared in the 2007 anthology From the Other World: Poems in Memory of James Wright. For his 1982 Selected Poems he won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry and split the National Book Award for Poetry with Charles Wright. That same year he published a children’s book, How the Alligator Missed Breakfast. From 1989 to 1993 he was poet laureate for the state of Vermont. A New Selected Poems (2000) was a finalist for the National Book Award. His last collection of poetry, Strong Is Your Hold, was published in 2006. Kinnell was the Erich Maria Remarque Professor of Creative Writing at New York University and a Chancellor of the American Academy of Poets (died 2014): “Nobody would write poetry if the world seemed perfect.”
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