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Luke 2:1-14, Anglo-Saxon (via):
Soþlice on þam dagum wæs geworden gebod fram þam casere Augusto, þæt eall ymbehwyrft wære tomearcod. Þeos tomearcodnes wæs æryst geworden fram þam deman Syrige Cirino. And ealle hig eodon, and syndrige ferdon on hyra ceastre. Ða ferde Iosep fram Galilea of þære ceastre Nazareth on Iudeisce ceastre Dauides, seo is genemned Beþleem, for þam þe he wæs of Dauides huse and hirede; þæt he ferde mid Marian þe him beweddod wæs, and wæs geeacnod. Soþlice wæs geworden þa hi þar wæron, hire dagas wæron gefyllede þæt heo cende. And heo cende hyre frumcennedan sunu, and hine mid cildclaþum bewand, and hine on binne alede, for þam þe hig næfdon rum on cumena huse. And hyrdas wæron on þam ylcan rice waciende, and nihtwæccan healdende ofer heora heorda. Þa stod Drihtnes engel wiþ hig, and Godes beorhtnes him ymbe scean; and hi him mycelum ege adredon. And se engel him to cwæð, Nelle ge eow adrædan; soþlice nu ic eow bodie mycelne gefean, se bið eallum folce; for þam to dæg eow ys Hælend acenned, se is Drihten Crist, on Dauides ceastre. And þis tacen eow byð: Ge gemetað an cild hræglum bewunden, and on binne aled. And þa wæs færinga geworden mid þam engle mycelnes heofenlices werydes, God heriendra and þus cweþendra, Gode sy wuldor on heahnesse, and on eorðan sybb mannum godes willan.
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Luke 2:1-20, tr. John Wycliffe, 1382 (via)
And it was don in tho daies, a maundement wente out fro the emperour August, that al the world schulde be discryued. :: This firste discryuyng was maad of Cyryn, iustice of Sirie. :: And alle men wenten to make professioun, ech in to his owne citee. :: And Joseph wente vp fro Galilee, fro the citee Nazareth, in to Judee, in to a citee of Dauid, that is clepid Bethleem, for that he was of the hous and of the meyne of Dauid, :: that he schulde knouleche with Marie, his wijf, that was weddid to hym, and was greet with child. :: And it was don, while thei weren there, the daies weren fulfillid, that sche schulde bere child. :: And sche bare hir first borun sone, and wlappide hym in clothis, and leide hym in a cratche, for ther was no place to hym in no chaumbir. :: And scheepherdis weren in the same cuntre, wakynge and kepynge the watchis of the nyyt on her flok. :: And lo! the aungel of the Lord stood bisidis hem, and the cleernesse of God schinede aboute hem; and thei dredden with greet drede. :: And the aungel seide to hem, Nyle ye drede; for lo! Y preche to you a greet ioye, that schal be to al puple. :: For a sauyoure is borun to dai to you, that is Crist the Lord, in the citee of Dauid. :: And this is a tokene to you; ye schulen fynde a yong child wlappid in clothis, and leid in a cratche. :: And sudenli ther was maad with the aungel a multitude of heuenli knyythod, heriynge God, :: and seiynge, Glorie be in the hiyeste thingis to God, and in erthe pees be to men of good wille. :: And it was don, as the aungelis passiden awei fro hem in to heuene, the scheephirdis spaken togider, and seiden, Go we ouer to Bethleem, and se we this word that is maad, which the Lord hath maad, and schewide to vs. :: And thei hiyynge camen, and founden Marie and Joseph, and the yong child leid in a cratche. :: And thei seynge, knewen of the word that was seid to hem of this child. :: And alle men that herden wondriden, and of these thingis that weren seid to hem of the scheephirdis. :: But Marie kepte alle these wordis, berynge togider in hir herte. :: And the scheepherdis turneden ayen, glorifyinge and heriynge God in alle thingis that thei hadden herd and seyn, as it was seid to hem.
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Luke 2:1-20, tr. William Tyndale, 1530
And it chaunced in thoose dayes: yt ther went oute a comaundment from Auguste the Emperour that all the woorlde shuld be taxed. :: And this taxynge was ye fyrst and executed when Syrenius was leftenaut in Syria. :: And every man went vnto his awne citie to be taxed. :: And Ioseph also ascended from Galile oute of a cite called Nazareth into Iurie: vnto ye cite of David which is called Bethleem because he was of the housse and linage of David :: to be taxed with Mary his spoused wyfe which was with chylde. :: And it fortuned whyll they were there her tyme was come that she shuld be delyvered. :: And she brought forth her fyrst begotten sonne and wrapped him in swadlynge cloothes and layed him in a manger because ther was no roume for them within in the ynne. :: And ther were in the same region shepherdes abydinge in the felde and watching their flocke by nyght. :: And loo: the angell of ye lorde stode harde by them and the brightnes of ye lorde shone rounde aboute them and they were soare afrayed. :: But the angell sayd vnto them: Be not afrayed. For beholde I bringe you tydinges of greate ioye yt shal come to all ye people: :: for vnto you is borne this daye in the cite of David a saveoure which is Christ ye lorde. :: And take this for a signe: ye hall fynde ye chylde swadled and layed in a mager. :: And streight waye ther was with the angell a multitude of hevenly sowdiers laudynge God and sayinge: :: Glory to God an hye and peace on the erth: and vnto men reioysynge. :: And it fortuned assone as the angels were gone awaye fro them in to heven the shepherdes sayd one to another: let vs goo eve vnto Bethleem and se this thynge that is hapened which the Lorde hath shewed vnto vs. :: And they cam with haste and founde Mary and Ioseph and the babe layde in a mager. :: And when they had sene it they publisshed a brode the sayinge which was tolde them of that chylde. :: And all that hearde it wondred at those thinges which were tolde the of the shepherdes. :: But Mary kept all thoose sayinges and pondered them in hyr hert. :: And the shepherdes retourned praysinge and laudinge God for all that they had herde and sene evyn as it was told vnto them.
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Luke 2:1-20, tr. Miles Coverdale, 1535
It fortuned at the same tyme, that there wete out a comaundement fro Augustus the Emperoure, that the whole worlde shulde be taxed. And this taxynge was the first that was executed, whan Syrenius was leftenaunt in Siria. And they wente all, euery one to his owne cite to be taxed. Then Ioseph gat him vp also fro Galile, out of the cite of Nazareth, in to Iewry, to ye cite of Dauid, which is called Bethleem, (because he was of ye house and lynage of Dauid) that he might be taxed wt Mary his spoused wife, which was wt childe. And it fortuned whyle they were there, ye tyme was come, that she shulde be delyuered. And she brought forth hir first begotte sonne, & wrapped him in swadlinge clothes, and layed him in a maunger: for they had els no rowme in the ynne.
And there were in ye same region shepherdes in the felde by the foldes, and watchinge their flocke by night. And beholde, ye angell of the Lorde stode by the, and ye brightnes of the Lorde shone rounde aboute them, and they were sore afrayed. And the angell sayde vnto them: Be not afrayed. Beholde, I brynge you tydiges of greate ioye, which shall happen vnto all people: for vnto you this daye is borne ye Sauioure, eue Christ ye Lorde, in the cite of Dauid. And take this for a token: Ye shal fynde the babe swadled, and layed in a maunger. And straight waye there was by the angell a multitude of heauenly hoostes, which praysed God, and sayde: Glory be vnto God an hye, & peace vpon earth, and vnto men a good wyll.
And it fortuned wha the angels were gone from the in to heaue, the shepherdes sayde one to another: let vs go now euen vnto Bethleem, and se this thinge that is happened, which ye Lorde hath shewed vnto vs. And they came wt haist, & founde both Mary and Ioseph, & the babe layed in ye maunger. And whan they had sene it, they published abrode the sayenge, yt was tolde the of this childe. And all they that herde it, wondred at the wordes, which the shepherdes had tolde them. But Mary kepte all these sayenges, and pondred them in hir hert. And the shepherdes returned, praysinge and laudinge God, for all that they had herde and sene, euen as it was tolde them.
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Luke 2:1-14, King James Version, 1611
And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed. (And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.) And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.
And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem (because he was of the house and lineage of David), to be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, she being great with child.
And so it was that while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered; and she brought forth her first-born son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes; and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them, and they were sore afraid.
And the angel said unto them, Fear not; for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day, in the city of David, a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you: That ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, and lying in a manger.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
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Luke 2:1-14 - Δοξα εν υψιστοις θεω, και επι γης ειρηνη εν ανθρωποις ευδοκιας
εγενετο δε εν ταις ημεραις εκειναις εξηλθεν δογμα παρα καισαρος αυγουστου απογραφεσθαι πασαν την οικουμενην
αυτη απογραφη πρωτη εγενετο ηγεμονευοντος της συριας κυρηνιου
και επορευοντο παντες απογραφεσθαι εκαστος εις την εαυτου πολιν
ανεβη δε και ιωσηφ απο της γαλιλαιας εκ πολεως ναζαρεθ εις την ιουδαιαν εις πολιν δαυιδ ητις καλειται βηθλεεμ δια το ειναι αυτον εξ οικου και πατριας δαυιδ
απογραψασθαι συν μαριαμ τη εμνηστευμενη αυτω ουση εγκυω
εγενετο δε εν τω ειναι αυτους εκει επλησθησαν αι ημεραι του τεκειν αυτην
και ετεκεν τον υιον αυτης τον πρωτοτοκον και εσπαργανωσεν αυτον και ανεκλινεν αυτον εν φατνη διοτι ουκ ην αυτοις τοπος εν τω καταλυματι
και ποιμενες ησαν εν τη χωρα τη αυτη αγραυλουντες και φυλασσοντες φυλακας της νυκτος επι την ποιμνην αυτων
και αγγελος κυριου επεστη αυτοις και δοξα κυριου περιελαμψεν αυτους και εφοβηθησαν φοβον μεγαν
και ειπεν αυτοις ο αγγελος μη φοβεισθε ιδου γαρ ευαγγελιζομαι υμιν χαραν μεγαλην ητις εσται παντι τω λαω
οτι ετεχθη υμιν σημερον σωτηρ ος εστιν χριστος κυριος εν πολει δαυιδ
και τουτο υμιν το σημειον ευρησετε βρεφος εσπαργανωμενον και κειμενον εν φατνη
και εξαιφνης εγενετο συν τω αγγελω πληθος στρατιας ουρανιου αινουντων τον θεον και λεγοντων
δοξα εν υψιστοις θεω και επι γης ειρηνη εν ανθρωποις ευδοκιας
(Thank you, Nick Whyte.)
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Luke 2:1-20 in Old Church Slavonic:
мѣсѧца дєкѧбр҄ја иг въ навєчєриѥ рождьства хрьстова єванћєлиѥ отъ лѹкъі глава в въ оно врѣмѧ изідє заповѣдь отъ кєсарѣ авгоста напісаті в҄сѫ вьсєлєнѫѭ | сє напісаніє пръвоє бъістъ владѫщѹ сѹрієѭ и кѵрінієѭ | и идѣахѫ вьсі напісатъ сѧ кьждо въ свои градъ | вьзідє жє иосіфь отъ галілєѧ и града назарєтьска вь июдєѭ вь градъ давъідовъ іжє наріцаєтъ сѧ віѳлєємь занє бѣашє отъ домѹ и отьчьствіѣ давъідова | напісатъ сѧ съ марієѭ обрѫчєнѫѭ ємѹ жєноѭ сѫштєѭ нєпраздъноѭ | бъістъ жє єгда бъістє тѹ исплънишѧ сѧ дєниє да родітъ | и роді съінъ свои пръвѣнєць и обитъі и и положі и въ ѣслєхъ занє нє бѣ има мѣста въ обитѣли | и пастъирі бѣахѫ въ тоиждє ст҄ранѣ бъдѧщє и стрѣгѫщє стражѫ нощьнѫѭ о стадѣ своємъ | и сє анћєлъ господьнь ста вь нихъ и слава господьнѣ осіѣ ѧ и ѹбоѣшѧ сѧ ст҄рахомъ вєлиємъ | и рєчє имъ анћєлъ нє боитє сѧ сє бо благовѣщаѭ вамъ радость вєліѭ ѣжє бѫдєт бьсѣмь людємъ | ѣко роді сѧ вамъ съпасъ іжє єстъ христъ господь въ градѣ давъідовѣ | и сє вамъ з҄намєниє обрѧстєтє младьнєць повітъ и лєжѧшть вь ѣслєхъ | и вънєзаапѫ бъістъ съ ангѣломъ м҄ножьство вои нєбєснъіих хвалѧштиихъ бога и глаголѭшть | сла въ въішніих богѹ и на зєми миръ въ чловѣцѣхъ благоволєниє | и бъістъ ѣко отідѫ оть ніхъ анћєлі на нєбо и чловѣци пастъирі рѣшѧ дрѹгь кь дрѹгѹ прѣидѣмъ ѹбо до віѳлєома и відімъ глаголь сь бъівьшіи єгожє господь съказа нам | и прѣидѫ под҄вігьшє сѧ и обрѣтѫ маріѭ и иосифа и младьнєць лєжѧшть вь ѣслєхъ | видѣвъшє жє ськазашѧ о глаголѣ глаголанѣмь о отрочѧті сємъ | и въсі слъішавъшє дівішѧ сѧ о глаголанъіихъ отъ пастъирь кь німъ | маріѣ жє вьсѧ съблюдаашє глаголъі сіи въ срьдьци своємъ | и възвратішѧ сѧ пастъірі славѧштє и хвалѧштє бога о в҄сѣхъ ѣжє слъішашѧ и відѣшѧ ѣкожє глаголано бъисть кь нимъ |
(Thank you, Xopher)
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Vulgate: Luke 2:1-14
Factum est autem in diebus illis, exiit edictum a Cæsare Augusto ut describeretur universus orbis. Hæc descriptio prima facta est a præside Syriæ Cyrino: et ibant omnes ut profiterentur singuli in suam civitatem. Ascendit autem et Joseph a Galilæa de civitate Nazareth in Judæam, in civitatem David, quæ vocatur Bethlehem: eo quod esset de domo et familia David, ut profiteretur cum Maria desponsata sibi uxore prægnante. Factum est autem, cum essent ibi, impleti sunt dies ut pareret. Et peperit filium suum primogenitum, et pannis eum involvit, et reclinavit eum in præsepio: quia non erat eis locus in diversorio. Et pastores erant in regione eadem vigilantes, et custodientes vigilias noctis super gregem suum. Et ecce angelus Domini stetit juxta illos, et claritas Dei circumfulsit illos, et timuerunt timore magno. Et dixit illis angelus: Nolite timere: ecce enim evangelizo vobis gaudium magnum, quod erit omni populo: quia natus est vobis hodie Salvator, qui est Christus Dominus, in civitate David. Et hoc vobis signum: invenietis infantem pannis involutum, et positum in præsepio. Et subito facta est cum angelo multitudo militiæ cælestis laudantium Deum, et dicentium: [Gloria in altissimis Deo, et in terra pax hominibus bonæ voluntatis.]
(Thank you, Sisuile.)
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Luke 2:14 in Gothic
Warth than in dagans jainans. urrann gagrefts fram kaisara Agustau gameljan allana midjungard. soh than gilstrameleins frumista warth at wisandin kindina Swriais raginondin Saurim Kwreinaiau. jah iddjedun allai ei melidai weseina. hwarjizuh in seinai baurg. urrann than jah Iosef us Galeilaia. us baurg Nazaraith in Iudaian. in baurg Daweidis sei haitada Bethlaihaim duthe ei was us garda fadreinais Daweidis. anameljan mith Mariin. sei in fragiftim was imma qeins. wisandein inkilthon. warth than miththanei. tho wesun jainar. usfullnodedun dagos du bairan izai jah gabar sunu seinana thana frumabaur. jah biwand ina jah galagida ina in uzetin. unte ni was im rumis in stada thamma.
jah hairdjos wesun in thamma samin landa, thairhwakandans jah witandans wahtwom nahts ufaro hairdai seinai. ith aggilus fraujins anaqam ins jah wulthus fraujins biskain ins, jah ohtedun agisa mikilamma. jah qath du im sa aggilus: ni ogeith, unte sai, spillo izwis faheid mikila, sei wairthith allai managein, thatei gabaurans ist izwis himma daga nasjands, saei ist Xristus frauja, in baurg Daweidis. jah thata izwis taikns: bigitid barn biwundan jah galagid in uzetin. jah anaks warth mith thamma aggilau managei harjis himinakundis hazjandane guth jah qithandane:
wulthus in hauhistjam guda
jah ana airthai gawairthi in mannam godis wiljins.
(Thank you, Lisa Spangenberg, a.k.a. the Digital Medievalist; who in turn gives credit to “Jim Marchand, medievalist extraordinaire.”) (see also)
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Luke 2:1-14 in Lallans Scots
About this time the Emperor Augustus pat furth an edick ordeinin at aa the fowk i the haill warld suid be registrate. This wis whan Quirinius wis Governor o Syria, an it wis the first time at siccan a thing hed been dune. Sae aabodie gaed tae be registrate, ilkane til his ain toun, Joseph amang the lave.
He belanged til the stock an faimlie o Dauvit, an sae it was wis tae Dauvit’s Toun, Bethlehem in Judaea, at he gaed doun frae Nazareth in Galilee for tae gie in his name, takkin Mary, at wis haundfastit til him, wi him. She wis boukin gin this; an whan they war in Bethlehem, she cam til her time an brocht hame her first-born son. She swealed the bairn in a barrie an beddit him in a heck, sin there wis nae room for them intil the inn.
Nou, i that same pairt the war a wheen herds bidin thereout on the hill an keepin gaird owre their hrisel at nicht. Suddent an angel o the Lord cam an stuid afore them, an the glorie o the Lord shined about them, an they war uncolie frichtit. But the angel said tae them: Binna nane afeard, I bring ye guid news o gryte blytheness for the haill fowk—this day in Dauvit’s Town a saviour hes born til ye, Christ the Lord! This gate ye s’ken it is een as I say: ye will finnd a new-born bairn swealed in a barrie an liggin intil a heck.
Syne in a gliff an unco thrang o the airmies o hieven kythed aside the angel, glein laud tae God an liltin:
Glore tae God i the heicht o heiven, an peace on the yird tae men he delytes in!
(Thank you, Lee Sandlin.)
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Luke 2:1-14 in Swedish, trans. 2000
Vid den tiden utfärdade kejsar Augustus en förordning om att hela världen skulle skattskrivas. Det var den första skattskrivningen, och den hölls när Quirinius var ståthållare i Syrien. Alla gick då för att skattskriva sig, var och en till sin stad. Och Josef, som genom sin härkomst hörde till Davids hus, begav sig från Nasaret i Galileen upp till Judeen, till Davids stad Betlehem, för att skattskriva sig tillsammans med Maria, sin trolovade, som väntade sitt barn. Medan de befann sig där var tiden inne för henne att föda, och hon födde sin son, den förstfödde. Hon lindade honom och lade honom i en krubba, eftersom det inte fanns plats för dem inne i härbärget. I samma trakt låg några herdar ute och vaktade sin hjord om natten. Då stod Herrens ängel framför dem och Herrens härlighet lyste omkring dem, och de greps av stor förfäran. Men ängeln sade till dem: “Var inte rädda. Jag bär bud till er om en stor glädje, en glädje för hela folket. I dag har en frälsare fötts åt er i Davids stad, han är Messias, Herren. Och detta är tecknet för er: ni skall finna ett nyfött barn som är lindat och ligger i en krubba.” Och plötsligt var där tillsammans med ängeln en stor himmelsk här som prisade Gud:
“Ära i höjden åt Gud
och på jorden fred åt dem han har utvalt.”
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Luke 2:1-14 in Swedish, trans. 1917
Och det hände sig vid den tiden att från kejsar Augustus utgick ett påbud att hela världen skulle skattskrivas. Detta var den första skattskrivningen, och den hölls, när Kvirinius var landshövding över Syrien. Då färdades alla var och en till sin stad, för att låta skattskriva sig. Så gjorde ock Josef; och eftersom han var av Davids hus och släkt, for han från staden Nasaret i Galileen upp till Davids stad, som heter Betlehem, i Judeen, för att låta skattskriva sig jämte Maria, sin trolovade, som var havande. Medan de voro där, hände sig att tiden var inne, då hon skulle föda. Och hon födde sin förstfödde son och lindade honom och lade honom i en krubba, ty det fanns icke rum för dem i härbärget. I samma nejd voro då några herdar ute på marken och höllo vakt om natten över sin hjord. Då stod en Herrens ängel framför dem, och Herrens härlighet kringstrålade dem; och de blevo mycket förskräckta. Men ängeln sade till dem: »Varen icke förskräckta. Se, jag bådar eder en stor glädje, som skall vederfaras allt folket. Ty i dag har en Frälsare blivit född åt eder i Davids stad, och han är Messias, Herren. Och detta skall för eder vara tecknet: I skolen finna ett nyfött barn, som ligger lindat i en krubba.» I detsamma sågs där jämte ängeln en stor hop av den himmelska härskaran, och de lovade Gud och sade:
»Ära vare Gud i höjden, och frid på jorden,
bland människor till vilka han har behag!»
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Luke 2:1-14 in Swedish, trans. 1541 - Gustavus Vasa’s bible, translated from Martin Luther’s bible
Thet begaff sigh j then tijdhen, at aff Keysar Augusto vthgick itt bodh, at all werlden skulle beskattas. Och thenna beskatning war then första, och skeedde vnder then Höffdingen offuer Syrien, Kyrenio. Och the gingo alle hwar vthi sin stadh, til at läta beskatta sigh. Så foor ock Joseph vp aff Galilea, aff then stadhen Nazareth in vthi Judeska landet, til Dauidz stadh, som heter Bethlehem, Ty han war aff Dauidz hws och slecht, på thet han skulle låta beskatta sigh medh Maria sijn troloffuadha hustru, hwilken haffuandes war. Så begaff sigh medhan the woro ther, wordo daghanar fulbordadhe, at hon skulle födha. Och hon födde sin förstfödda Son, och swepte honom j lindaklädher, och ladhe honom nedher j een krubbo, Ty them war icke rwm j herberghena. Och j then samma egnden woro någhre Heerdar, the ther wakadhe och höllo wård om nattena offuer sin hiord. Och sij, Herrans Ängel stoodh när them, och Herrans klarheet kringskeen them, och the wordo stoorligha förfäradhe. Och sadhe Ängelen til them, Warer icke förfäradhe, Sij, iagh bodhar idher stoor glädhi, hwilken allo folckena widerfaras skal, Ty jdagh är idher födder Frelsaren, som är Christus Herren, j Dauidz stadh. Och thetta skal wara idher för tekn. J skole finna Barnet swept j lindaklädher, nedherlagdt j een krubbo. Och strax wardt medh Ängelen itt stoort taal aff then himmelska häärskaran, the ther loffuadhe Gudh, och sadhe, Ära ware Gudh j högden, Och på jordenne fridh, Och menniskiomen en godh wilie.
(Thank you, Mikael Johansson.)
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Nederlandse Statenvertaling (1637), Lukas 2:1-20
1 En het geschiedde in diezelfde dagen, dat er een gebod uitging van den Keizer Augustus, dat de gehele wereld beschreven zou worden.
2 Deze eerste beschrijving geschiedde, als Cyrenius over Syrie stadhouder was.
3 En zij gingen allen om beschreven te worden, een iegelijk naar zijn eigen stad.
4 En Jozef ging ook op van Galilea, uit de stad Nazareth, naar Judea, tot de stad Davids, die Bethlehem genaamd wordt, (omdat hij uit het huis en geslacht van David was);
5 Om beschreven te worden met Maria, zijn ondertrouwde vrouw, welke bevrucht was.
6 En het geschiedde, als zij daar waren, dat de dagen vervuld werden, dat zij baren zoude.
7 En zij baarde haar eerstgeboren Zoon, en wond Hem in doeken, en legde Hem neder in de kribbe, omdat voor henlieden geen plaats was in de herberg.
8 En er waren herders in diezelfde landstreek, zich houdende in het veld, en hielden de nachtwacht over hun kudde.
9 En ziet, een engel des Heeren stond bij hen, en de heerlijkheid des Heeren omscheen hen, en zij vreesden met grote vreze.
10 En de engel zeide tot hen: Vreest niet, want, ziet, ik verkondig u grote blijdschap, die al den volke wezen zal;
11 Namelijk dat u heden geboren is de Zaligmaker, welke is Christus, de Heere, in de stad Davids.
12 En dit zal u het teken zijn: gij zult het Kindeken vinden in doeken gewonden, en liggende in de kribbe.
13 En van stonde aan was er met den engel een menigte des hemelsen heirlegers, prijzende God en zeggende:
14 Ere zij God in de hoogste hemelen, en vrede op aarde, in de mensen een welbehagen.
15 En het geschiedde, als de engelen van hen weggevaren waren naar de hemel, dat de herders tot elkander zeiden: Laat ons dan heengaan naar Bethlehem, en laat ons zien het woord, dat er geschied is, hetwelk de Heere ons heeft verkondigd.
16 En zij kwamen met haast, en vonden Maria en Jozef, en het Kindeken liggende in de kribbe.
17 En als zij Het gezien hadden, maakten zij alom bekend het woord, dat hun van dit Kindeken gezegd was.
18 En allen, die het hoorden, verwonderden zich over hetgeen hun gezegd werd van de herders.
19 Doch Maria bewaarde deze woorden alle te zamen, overleggende die in haar hart.
20 En de herders keerde wederom, verheerlijkende en prijzende God over alles, wat zij gehoord en gezien hadden, gelijk tot hen gesproken was.
Luke 2:1-14 in Portuguese:
1. Naqueles tempos apareceu um decreto de César Augusto, ordenando o recenseamento de toda a terra.
2. Este recenseamento foi feito antes do governo de Quirino, na Síria.
3. Todos iam alistar-se, cada um na sua cidade.
4. Também José subiu da Galiléia, da cidade de Nazaré, à Judéia, à Cidade de Davi, chamada Belém, porque era da casa e família de Davi,
5. para se alistar com a sua esposa Maria, que estava grávida.
6. Estando eles ali, completaram-se os dias dela.
7. E deu à luz seu filho primogênito, e, envolvendo-o em faixas, reclinou-o num presépio; porque não havia lugar para eles na hospedaria.
8. Havia nos arredores uns pastores, que vigiavam e guardavam seu rebanho nos campos durante as vigílias da noite.
9. Um anjo do Senhor apareceu-lhes e a glória do Senhor refulgiu ao redor deles, e tiveram grande temor.
10. O anjo disse-lhes: Não temais, eis que vos anuncio uma boa nova que será alegria para todo o povo:
11. hoje vos nasceu na Cidade de Davi um Salvador, que é o Cristo Senhor.
12. Isto vos servirá de sinal: achareis um recém-nascido envolto em faixas e posto numa manjedoura.
13. E subitamente ao anjo se juntou uma multidão do exército celeste, que louvava a Deus e dizia:
14. Glória a Deus no mais alto dos céus e na terra paz aos homens, objetos da benevolência (divina).
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Lik 2:1-14 en Kreyòl Ayisyen (Haitian)
1. Lè sa a, Seza Ogis te bay lòd pou yo te konte dènye moun ki nan peyi l’ap gouvènen yo. :: 2. Premye travay sa a te fèt nan tan Kireniyis t’ap kòmande nan peyi yo rele Siri a. :: 3. Tout moun te al fè pran non yo nan lavil kote fanmi yo te soti. :: 4. Jozèf te rete nan peyi Galile, nan yon bouk yo rele Nazarèt. Men, paske li te moun nan fanmi ak ras David, li moute, li ale nan Jide, nan lavil David yo rele Betleyèm lan. :: 5. Jozèf tapral fè yo pran non l’ ansanm ak non Mari, fiyanse li, ki te ansent. :: 6. Antan yo te la, jou pou Mari te akouche a rive. :: 7. Li fè premye pitit li a, yon ti gason. Mari vlope pitit la nan kouchèt, li mete l’ kouche nan yon kay kote yo bay bèt manje, paske pa t’ gen plas pou yo nan lotèl la. :: 8. Nan menm zòn sa a, te gen gadò mouton ki t’ap pase nwit la deyò ap veye mouton yo. :: 9. Lè sa a, yon zanj Bondye parèt devan yo, bèl limyè Bondye a klere tout kote yo te ye a. Yo te pè anpil. :: 10. Men zanj lan di yo konsa: Pa pè. N’ap anonse nou yon bon nouvèl ki pral fè tout pèp la kontan anpil. :: 11. Jòdi a, nan lavil David la, nou gen yon Sovè ki fenk fèt: se Kris la, Seyè a. :: 12. Men remak ki va fè nou rekonèt li: n’a jwenn yon tibebe vlope nan kouchèt, kouche nan yon kay kote yo bay bèt manje. :: 13. Menm lè a, yon foul lòt zanj nan syèl la vin jwenn zanj lan; yo t’ap fè lwanj Bondye, yo t’ap di konsa: :: 14. Lwanj pou Bondye anwo nan syèl la, kè poze sou latè pou tout moun li renmen.
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Lúkasar guðspjall 2:1-20 in Icelandic:
En það bar til um þessar mundir, að boð kom frá Ágústus keisara, að skrásetja skyldi alla heimsbyggðina. Þetta var fyrsta skrásetningin og var gjörð þá er Kýreníus var landstjóri á Sýrlandi. Fóru þá allir til að láta skrásetja sig, hver til sinnar borgar. Þá fór og Jósef úr Galíleu frá borginni Nasaret upp til Júdeu, til borgar Davíðs, að láta skrásetja sig ásamt Maríu heitkonu sinni, sem var þunguð. En meðan þau voru þar, kom sá tími, er hún skyldi verða léttari. Fæddi jún þá son sinn frumgetinn, vafði hann reifum og lagði hann í jötu, af því að eigi var rúm handa þeim í gistihúsi.
En í sömu byggð voru hirðar úti í haga og gættu um nóttina hjarðar sinnar. Og engill Drottins stóð hjá þeim, og dýrð Drottins ljómaði kringum þá. Þeir urðu mjög hræddir, en engillinn sagði við þá: “Verið óhræddir, því sjá, ég boða yður mikinn fögnuð, sem veitast mun öllum lýðnum: Yður er í dag frelsari fæddur, sem er Kristur Drottinn, í borg Davíðs. Og hafði þetta til marks: Þið munuð finna ungbarn reifað og lagt í jötu.”
Og í sömu svipan var með englinum fjöldi himneskra hersveita, sem lofuðu Guð og sögðu: Dýrð sé Guði í upphæðum og friður á jörðu með mönnum, sem hann hefur velþóknun á. Þegar englarnir voru farnir frá þeim til himins, sögðu hirðarnir sín á milli: “Förum beint til Betlahem að sjá það, sem gjörst hefur og Drottinn hefur kunngjört oss” Og þeir fóru með skyndi og fundu Maríu og Jósef og ungbarnið, sem lá í jötu. Þegar þeir sáu það, skýrðu þeir frá því, er þeim hafði verið sagt um barn þetta. Og allir, sem heyrðu, undruðust það, er hirðarnir sögðu þeim. En María geymdi allt þetta í hjarta sér og hugleiddi það. Og hirðarnir sneru aftur og vegsömuðu Guð og lofuðu hann fyrir það, sem þeir höfðu heyrt og séð, en allt var það eins og þeim hafði verið sagt.
(Thank you, Sica)
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Luke 2:1-20, trans. 1545 by Martin Luther
1. Es begab sich aber zu der Zeit, daß ein Gebot vom Kaiser Augustusausging, daß alle Welt geschätzt würde. :: 2. Und diese Schätzung war die allererste und geschah zu der Zeit, daCyrenius Landpfleger in Syrien war :: 3. Und jedermann ging, daß er sich schätzen ließe, ein. jeglicher inseine Stadt. :: 4. Da machte sich auch auf Joseph aus Galiläa, aus der Stadt Nazareth,in das jüdische Land zur Stadt Davids die da heißt Bethlehem, darum daßer von dem Hause und Geschlechte Davids war :: 5. auf daß er sich schätzen ließe mit Maria, seinem vertrauten Weibe,die war schwanger. :: 6. Und als sie daselbst waren, kam die Zeit, daß sie gebären sollte. :: 7. Und sie gebar ihren ersten Sohn und wickelte ihn in Windeln undlegte ihn in eine Krippe; denn sie hatten sonst keinen Raum in derHerberge. :: 8. Und es waren Hirten in derselbigen Gegend auf dem Felde bei denHürden, die hüteten des Nachts ihre Herde. :: 9. und siehe des Herrn Engel trat zu ihnen, und die Klarheit des Herrnleuchtete um sie, und sie fürchteten sich sehr. :: 10. Und der Engel sprach zu ihnen: Fürchtet euch nicht! Siehe, ichverkündige euch große Freude, die allem Volk widerfahren wird; :: 11. denn euch ist heute der Heiland geboren, welcher ist Christus, derHerr, in der Stadt Davids. :: 12. Und das habt zum Zeichen: Ihr werdet finden das Kind in Windelngewickelt und in einer Krippe liegen. :: 13. Und alsbald war da bei dem Engel die Menge der himmlischenHeerscharen, die lobten Gott und sprachen: :: 14. Ehre sei Gott in der Höhe und Friede auf Erden und den Menschenein Wohlgefallen! :: 15. Und da die Engel von ihnen gen Himmel fuhren, sprachen die Hirtenuntereinander: Laßt uns nun gehen gen Bethlehem und die Geschichtesehen, die da geschehen ist, die uns der Herr kundgetan hat. :: 16. Und sie kamen eilend und fanden beide, Maria und Joseph, dazu dasKind in der Krippe liegen. :: 17. Da sie es aber gesehen hatten breiteten sie das Wort aus, welcheszu ihnen von diesem Kind gesagt war. :: 18. Und alle, vor die es kam, wunderten sich der Rede, die ihnen dieHirten gesagt hatten. :: 19. Maria aber behielt alle diese Worte und bewegete sie in ihremHerzen. :: 20. Und die Hirten kehreten wieder um, preiseten und lobten Gott umalles, was sie gehöret und gesehen hatten, wie denn zu ihnen gesagt war.
(Thank you, Fidelio)
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Luke 2:1-14 in Quenya
1. Ar túlë entë auressen i etelendë canwa Auhustus i Táraranello, i mo notumnë quanda ambar. :: 2. Minya notië sina martanë írë Quirinius nánë cáno Sírio. :: 3. Ilyë queni lender náven nótinë, ilquen véra ostoryanna. :: 4. Yando Yósef lendë amba Alilëallo, et i ostollo Nasaret, mir Yúrëa, Laviro ostonna, ya ná estaina Vet-Lehem, pan anes maro ar nossëo Laviro, :: 5. náven nótina as María ye nánë antaina sen vestalessë, ar ye sí nánë lapsarwa. :: 6. Írë engettë tassë, i lúmë túlë yassë columnes lapserya. :: 7. Ar colles yondorya, i minnóna, ar se-vaitanes ar panyane se salquecolcassë, pan lá engë tún nómë mí marmen. :: 8. Enger mavalli i imya nóressë i marner i restassë, tírala lámáreltar i lómissë. :: 9. Ar i Héruo vala tarnë ara te, ar i Héruo alcar caltanë os te, ar túra caurë nampë te. :: 10. Mal i vala quentë téna: “Áva rucë, pan inyë cára sinwa len túra alassë ya nauva i quanda lien, :: 11. an anaië cólina len síra Rehtando, ye ná Hristo, i Heru, Laviro ostossë. :: 12. Ar si nauva tanna len: Hiruvaldë vinimo, vaitana ar caitala salquecolcassë.” :: 13. Ar rincanen engë as i vala rimbë i meneldëa hossëo, laitala Eru ar quétala: :: 14. “Alcar i tarmenissen na Erun, ar cemendë rainë atanin pa i sanas mai.”
(Thank you, Helge Kåre Fauskanger at Ardalambion.)
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Matyu 1:1-12 in Jamiecan
Jiizas did baan iina Betliyem, wan toun iina Judiya. Dem taim de, a Erad did a king iina Judiya. Nou, iina dem siem taim de, som waiz man fram di Iis said did kom a Jeruusilem an a aks, :: “We di pikni de we baan di ada die, we fi kom ton king fi di Juu piipl dem? Wi si im staar iina di Iis, we shuo se im baan, an wi kom fi shuo im nof rispek.” :: Nou wen King Erad ier dis ya, dis bada bada im ed, an it bada uol iip a piipl iina Jeruusilem tu. :: Erad kaal evribadi tugeda iina wan miitn — aal a di ed priis an di man dem we tiich Muoziz Laa — an im aks dem a wich paat di Krais — di king we Gad pramis, fi baan. :: Dem ansa se, “Iina Betliyem, kaaz a dat di prafit did rait dong: :: ‘An yu Betliyem we iina Judiya, wen yu luk pan aal di ada toun dem we a liid, yu no wot no les dan dem — yu op de mongks di tap-a-tap toun demkaaz a fram outa yu wan liida a-go kom we a-go protek an liid mi piipl dem we iina Izrel.’” :: Den Erad sen kaal di waiz man dem fi kom kom chek im anda di kwaiyat, an fain out fram dem a wa taim dem did si di staar. :: Im sen dem go a Betliyem an se, “Gwaan go luk fi di pikni. Luk gud gud, an wen unu fain im, kom tel mi, so mi kyan go shuo im nof rispek tu.” :: Afta dem don lisn di king, dem lef go we. Az dem a go bout dem bizniz so, no di sed staar we dem did si iina di Iis said kom bak agen! It galang infronta dem til it riich wich paat di pikni did de, an a uova de-so it tap. :: Wen dem did si di staar agen dem glad-bag bos! :: Dem kom iina di ous an si di pikni wid im mada, Mieri, an dem go dong pan dem nii an priez im. Dem tek out di prezent we dem did bring, an gi di pikni — guol, frangkinsens an mor. :: Nou, chuu Gad did don waan dem aaf, an tel dem iina wan jriim se dem no fi go baka Erad, dem tek wan neda wie go baka dem konchri.
(Thank you, Fragano Ledgister)
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Luke 2:1-14 in Amharic
1 በመጀመሪያው ቃል ነበረ፥ ቃልም በእግዚአብሔር ዘንድ ነበረ፥ ቃልም እግዚአብሔር ነበረ። 2 ይህ በመጀመሪያው በእግዚአብሔር ዘንድ ነበረ። 3 ሁሉ በእርሱ ሆነ፥ ከሆነውም አንዳች ስንኳ ያለ እርሱ አልሆነም። 4 በእርሱ ሕይወት ነበረች፥ ሕይወትም የሰው ብርሃን ነበረች። 5 ብርሃንም በጨለማ ይበራል፥ ጨለማም አላሸነፈውም። 6 ከእግዚአብሔር የተላከ ስሙ ዮሐንስ የሚባል አንድ ሰው ነበረ፤ 7 ሁሉ በእርሱ በኩል እንዲያምኑ ይህ ስለ ብርሃን ይመሰክር ዘንድ ለምስክር መጣ። 8 ስለ ብርሃን ሊመሰክር መጣ እንጂ፥ እርሱ ብርሃን አልነበረም። 9 ለሰው ሁሉ የሚያበራው እውነተኛው ብርሃን ወደ ዓለም ይመጣ ነበር። 10 በዓለም ነበረ፥ ዓለሙም በእርሱ ሆነ፥ ዓለሙም አላወቀውም። 11 የእርሱ ወደ ሆነው መጣ፥ የገዛ ወገኖቹም አልተቀበሉትም። 12 ለተቀበሉት ሁሉ ግን፥ በስሙ ለሚያምኑት ለእነርሱ የእግዚአብሔር ልጆች ይሆኑ ዘንድ ሥልጣንን ሰጣቸው፤ 13 እነርሱም ከእግዚአብሔር ተወለዱ እንጂ ከደም ወይም ከሥጋ ፈቃድ ወይም ከወንድ ፈቃድ አልተወለዱም። 14 ቃልም ሥጋ ሆነ፤ ጸጋንና እውነትንም ተመልቶ በእኛ አደረ፥ አንድ ልጅም ከአባቱ ዘንድ እንዳለው ክብር የሆነው ክብሩን አየን።
(Thank you, Nick Whyte.)
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In addition to all this, in 2012 we were gifted with:
Maori, from Thomas;
Galego (Galician), from Fragano Ledgister;
Gronings Dutch, from Joris M;
Limburgs, from Abi Sutherland;
Old Georgian, from Tim May;
Schwäbisch, from Debbie;
Tagalog, From Lizzy L;
The 1839 Hawaiian translation, from Linkmeister;
Pitjantjatjara, from Dean Gahlon;
The 1884 Anishinaabemowin translation, from Fidelio;
Modern Irish, from JO’N;
and in 2013,
Turkish, from Praisegod Barebones;
Modern colloquial Welsh, Bishop William Morgan’s 1588 Welsh, and the 1988 BCN’s Welsh, from Arwel;
Arabic, from Firefly;
A different version in Greek, from TR;
and
Armenian, from Praisegod Barebones.
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Here also we remember Christmas Day posts from years gone by — 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, — because hey, family photo album.
Merry Christmas to you all, and grace and peace and joy in the year to come. Thank you for being here.
And how is your Christmas so far?
I have (finally) managed to pill the cat quickly, reasonably easily, and without needing to change clothing afterwards. Achievement, unlocked!
xeger, that's worth cheers!
(I've pilled a cat. Doing it without help is interesting.)
Just got back from my sister's in law's Christmas eve get together. It went fine. Nice young people, plus reasonable-as-long-as-politics don't come up brother and sisters in law. And vey good food. I played a quasi uncle and gave out small key fob flashlights.
Tomorrow's get-together will likely feature the absence of a sibling who will be off nursing grievances or resentments of an unspecified nature.
I'm through two services and we're set for tomorrow morning.
You know you're in the altar guild when your panic point an hour before service 1 is "oh crap! Ironing!"
But my world is mostly ok. Merry Christmas !
Five minutes to go yet, here.
We will be having a quiet day. Minimal gift exchange in the morning; in the afternoon we're going over to a friend's place for dinner, with the Alice's Adventures in Wonderland ballet DVD and the extended DVD of the first Hobbit movie. I expect that my partner's daughter will drop by at some point, either in the morning or the evening.
The cats are greatly enjoying their present, a new (and much taller, with more platforms) cat-tree in the den. Interestingly, they're spending almost as much time on the relocated smaller one as they are on the new one.
Unable to visit family in Australia because the Brazilian embassy still has my passport (to get a visa). So, it has been a quiet and relaxing Christmas day with baking, seasonally appropriate music, and a nice walk.
We've just had the Pope's Christmas message and the Queen's Christmas message on the news (the Pope was first, but abridged), and I'm glad to see that the broadcasters seem to have passed up the traditional climatic schadenfreude news story.
Turkey is prepped, stuffing, cranberry sauce made, rolls ready. Kids mostly asleep, stockings stuffed. Everything is quiet now, awaiting the morning.
Merry Christmas all, and good night.
Just got back from the midnight service. A new tenor sang with us, and we're very much hoping he joins (but he has a small child and that constrains his ability to make rehearsal and Sunday services). We sang some cool stuff, including Victoria's O Magnum Mysterium. If you tell me I get to sing Victoria's O Magnum Mysterium, I'm pretty much there. It went very well, too.
Learned a new thing, too. There's a piece called "Night of Silence" which is a countermelody for "Silent Night." I really like it and I'm going to try to learn it for the next time people start singing Christmas carols. It's really beautiful (and church-appropriate, unlike "O Holy Shit").
Xopher: yes, Night of Silence is very cool.
In a similar vein, the standard US and UK tunes for Away in a Manger are really close to being countermelodies for each other.
Not here yet in WA, and for some reason it doesn't feel very Christmassy in this household. Generally, aside from 5 weeks of feverless bronchitis, things are good here. The foster cats that we're minding for a friend with health problems are happy, and the 3 remaining home cats are doing well (we have separate areas of the house for the two groups). Karen and I look forward to a quiet day and night; we had friends to dinner (lamb roast, popovers, and bok choy). Wishing you all well, as you would define it.
Back from the same service as Xopher, high on Christmas and the singing (I sit two chairs down from him, in the alto section).
I spent the afternoon baking challah for the 3 Christmas services (2 tonight and one in the morning), and I inadvertently invented challah batter bread. I was using a Kitchenaid mixer to knead the dough, but I'm not used to doing it that way, and put too little flour in. So when I came to punch it down after the first rise it was very clear that braids were not going to be possible. So I baked it in pans, and it was just as delicious as usual (though less beautiful).
Tomorrow morning at 7 I'm cabbing to the airport for an early flight to my niece and niece-in-law's in Seattle. I may not get much sleep, but I'll be happy!
Merry Christmas where appropriate, compliments of the season, and a happy new year to all!
There are two - not one, but two - bûches de Noël in the fridge. One is very pretty; the other is merely tasty.
I didn't make them. My teenager, home from college, did. Unprompted.
I spent a good solid hour cleaning up after the teenager, which involved not only multiple mixing bowls*, the stove burner drip pan where the cream had boiled over, and a saucepan wherein sugar syrup had been left to harden, but also mopping ganache off the floor and wiping it off the light switch.
Because the teenager commandeered the kitchen for this in the afternoon, the Traditional Chinese Food happened on Christmas Eve instead of Christmas Day this year, because I didn't have access to cook dinner.
I'll be making soup and fresh bread tomorrow. And I am keeping the teenager with me to demonstrate Clean As You Go, because DAMN.
But there is CAKE.
*Not, in fact, every mixing bowl in the house. The five bowls I washed probably represent about a third of the mixing bowls in the house - three graduated Pyrex bowls and the two that belong to my KitchenAid. My graduated stainless set and the random collection that was already in the kitchen when I moved in were not used. I believe very strongly in having as many mixing bowls as I have room to store.
Thank *you* for being here. My day is rarely complete without Making Light in it.
Cookies for the gnomes, simply because.
I finally managed to sign up for insurance under the ACA on Christmas Eve, so that's my major Christmas present. Yeah, I left it late, but there were reasons - some unexpected things happened to my income late this year, and I had to see how those would settle out. Then I spent several frustrating days trying to do an online application, kept getting kicked out of the process before it was complete. After several tries on the phone, finally got it done early this evening.
Had dinner this afternoon at a friend's place. Tomorrow - today? - I will have a small-scale roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, my traditional family Christmas dinner. Also will be baking cookies for our choir Christmas party.
We had a 10pm Christmas Eve Mass rather than a midnight Mass. I'm having spiced tea with rum, also a family tradition, before I go to bed.
Also, Housemate has continued her tradition of accessorizing Plush Team Delta for special occasions.
Plush Team Delta consists of her much-loved Hawkeye and Black Widow felt dolls, handmade by my kid two summers ago. Housemate has since given them little wizard robes and wands (for a Hogwarts Alumni party) and made a jacket for ordinarily sleeveless Clint when we had that storm that dumped two feet of snow on us last winter.
While I was out picking up the teenager and doing the last-minute grocery run for cake supplies, I got a text saying "I have felt but no pompoms. I am not sure how to address this situation." So I braved Michael's on Christmas Eve, and grabbed a pack of pompoms.
Natasha is now wearing a felt Santa hat, and Clint has not one but two pairs of pipe-cleaner antlers, and a red pompom stuck to his nose. If anyone were to ask him to take them off, he'd say "I shan't. It's Christmas!"
Christmas among the Introverts: most members of religious orders are introverts; likewise, most scientists. Combine these traits…
Instead of facing the friendly crowds at the local parish, incessantly pressing with all the best of intentions against our personal hamster balls (Google "introvert hamster ball" if you don't get the allusion), we relaxed with a small midnight Mass here in our chapel at the Vatican Observatory. Being able to do that is one of the great pleasures of belonging to an Order.
The Isaiah reading (9:2-7) is especially beautiful in Italian.
We just got back from a family Christmas Eve dinner, where the traditional fish-for-Xmas-eve supper took place in its modern form as assorted snacks, smoked salmon, plus 6 Dungeness crabs.
This is the first time in years that we're not traveling for Christmas. I'm putting up more lights outside, enjoying how very little electricity the new LEDs use.
Happy Christmas! Here's the Frisian translation:
1 It barde nou yn dy dagen, dat fen ’e keizer Augustus in gebot útgyng om de hiele wrâld biskriuwe to litten. 2 Dy earste biskriuwing barde, do’t Cyrenius lânfâd oer Syrië wier. 3 En hja gyngen allegearre hinne om hjarren biskriuwe to litten, in elk nei syn eigen stêd. 4 En Jozef teach ek op fen Galiléa, út de stêd fen Nazareth, nei Judéa, nei de stêd fen David, dy Bethlehem neamd wirdt, hwent hy wier út it hûs en skaei fen David, 5 om him biskriuwe to litten mei Maria, dy’t mei him op trouwen stie en in bern forwachte. 6 En it barde, do’t hja dêr wierne, dat de dagen fol rekken dat hja bernje scoe. 7 En hja krige hjar earstberne soan, en biwoelle him yn doeken, en lei him yn in krêbbe, hwent der wier for hjarren gjin plak yn ’e herberge. 8 En der wierne yn dyselde oarde hoeders, dy’t yn it iepen fjild tahâldden en de nachtwacht oer hjar keppel hiene. 9 En mei stie dêr foar hjarren in ingel des Heare, en de hearlikheit des Heare omstriele hjarren, en hja eangen mei greate eangstme. 10 En de ingel sei tsjin hjarren: Eangje net, hwent sjuch, ik forkindigje jimme greate blydskip dy’t it hiele folk sines wêze scil, 11 dat jimme hjoed de Sillichmakker berne is, to witten Christus, de Heare, yn Davids stêd, 12 en dit scil jimme it teiken wêze: jimme scille it berntsje fine yn doeken biwoelle, en lizzende yn in krêbbe. 13 En ynienen kaem dêr mei de ingel in mannichte fen it himelske hearleger, priizgjende God en sizzende: 14 Eare sij God yn de heechste himelen, en frede op ierde ûnder de minsken fen it wolbihagen. 15 En it barde, do’t de ingelen by hjarren weifearn wierne nei de himel, dat de hoeders tsjin inoarren seine: Lit ús den nei Bethlehem ta gean en lit ús sjen de saek, dy dêr bard is, en dêr’t de Heare ús kindskip fen jown hat. 16 En hja kamen út ’er haest en founen Maria en Jozef en it berntsje, lizzende yn de krêbbe. 17 En do’t hja it seagen, forhellen hja hwet hjarren fen dat bern sein wier. 18 En dy’t it hearden, forwûnderen hjar allegearre oer de dingen, dy’t de hoeders hjarren seine. 19 Maria nou biwarre dy wirden allegearre, dy oertinkende yn hjar herte. 20 En de hoeders gyngen werom, God loovjende en priizgjende om alles hwet hja heard en sjoen hiene, lyk as it hjarren sein wier.
A very Merry Christmas (or Winter Holiday of Your Choice) to our hosts, and to the fluorosphere!
And a very Merry Christmas to you all!
I was listening to someone singing “The Little Drummer Boy” earlier (it was on an episode of The Office), and wondered — has anyone mashed it up with the Mars movement of Horst’s The Planets?
Played tonight for the service at Mt. Hermon Presbyterian, a lovely country church in Ila, Gerogia.
I've been cooking for tomorrow, listening to Messiah and O Magnum Mysterium, both Victoria and Lauridsen, and obscure Christmas music from my collection.
And now to bed. A merry Christmas to all!
Back from midnight mass at my parish. Tomorrow I'll drive to a nearby parish for the 10:30 am gospel mass. Peace to all, and joy to the world. Merry Christmas!
We got up this morning and opened presents, as is required in a household with kids. Among the early gifts: fleece animal onesies for everyone. So I type this now while dressed as an owl. The red panda has made us all bacon sandwiches. The kitten is playing with the puzzles she got in her stocking; the panda is playing a new GameBoy game. The horse is sending Christmas greetings to her Minecraft community. It is all deeply surreal.
Now there will be food, and books, and family time. And time for friends on the internet.
Also, I'm an owl. It doesn't stop being funny.
As opposed to the last few (well, going back to 2007, actually), I am not primary oncall for neither the Eve nor the Day (the eve being what we celebrated when I grew up and is still the day to celebrate, if one is, as far as i am concerned). I am, however, fallback for the primary oncall, until half an hour before Doctor Who.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
God Jul och god fortsättning. [ "good yule and good continuation" ]
As always, Making Light wins the internet for Christmas.
Merry Christmas to all of you!
My very best wishes to everyone! In case you haven't seen it, Bryan Talbot has allowed Ansible.co.uk to host a copy of the fine Holmesian Christmas card which he produced for the Sherlock Holmes Society of London.
Christmas is going to be extremely low-key at our house. Right now I'm the only one up, having volunteered to take the early dog walk.
The stockings are sitting on the mantlepiece because we never got around to unpacking/replacing the hangers. But they have stuff in them, so that's okay.
The dogs are having their post-breakfast nap, unaware that there are new toys on the mantel for them. (Well, Sarah the Aussie/Australian Cattledog mix knows--not much gets past her. But she's patient.) The cats have their new beads-and-feathers toys to keep them busy upstairs.
I've read my Yuletide gift story (MAGNIFICENT), gotten an appreciative note from one of my two recipients, and am settling in with a cup of tea and the Internet.
In a couple of hours I'll start cooking dressing and cranberry sauce and a few other things, and my eldest and her boyfriend will come over for midday Christmas dinner and hopefully spend the afternoon with us.
Thank you all for being my community. Stay safe and warm (or cool, if you're in the Southern Hemisphere), everyone!
Up before my nieces. For teens, being able to sleep late is the real gift.
May eat Santa's cookies. If he can't come up with a pony for me after all these years he doesn't deserve them!
re 13: By chance when we were out looking for a nut splitter for the toilet (not as bad as it sounds, and I finally managed to replace the seat we've been trying to get off for six months) we stumbled across a brand-new bakery, open just two weeks. So we have a lovely chocolate bûche de Noël in the fridge. We also have The Pate, The Fruitcake, date-nut pinwheels, and a goose. Well, actually we only have half of the first two items, the rest being given away to various relatives (my father's first question when he called about Christmas Eve arrangements: "you did make the fruitcake?"). And the death-bronchitis I was talking about has finally retreated to the point of me being able to sing adequately.
Just back from a circumnavigation of Oxford, looking ridiculously beautiful under a low sun in a clear blue sky. Headed up the Thames towpath, but it was completely flooded half a mile upstream, so we retreated and went up the canal instead. Then through Jericho and across the Parks to Mesopotamia - but alas Mesopotamia was closed for Christmas (a phrase which could take several readings), so down instead to Magdalen Bridge heading for Christ Church Meadow, only to find that too was closed. Up the High instead, the University Church gleaming as the clocks struck noon, down to the river at Folly Bridge, and along the towpath, across Osney Island, and so back to where we had begun.
The names of places are one of the things I love about Oxford. The colour of the stone is another.
And now a brace of mallard are in the oven, with the promise of good things still to come.
Gonna be an eatin' day, and I'm not even Christian! Made myself bacon-and-eggs for breakfast, going to a Chinese buffet with friends for lunch (Jewish tradition :-) ), and Christmas dinner with my sister (because my BiL is Christian).
PS: Weather in Charlottesville is cold and clear. Reputedly there were a few flakes of snow yesterday, but nothing that stuck.
Last night, we went to Christmas mass, and then we went through the winter lights--a local park puts up this beautiful, extremely elaborate display of Christmas lights arranged to make all kinds of cool things (like teddy bears having a snowball fight), and you drive through the park to see them all.
This morning, we've opened presents and are about to start the ham for dinner.
Merry Christmas, happy holidays, etc., to everyone!
Merry Christmas to all folk hereabouts.
At my in-laws', it is traditional to open and enjoy the reasonable amount of personal presents, and then help my MiL unwrap all the presents from her patients -- to be thoroughly noted down, and then the edible ones sorted as to whether they are of a quality that tempts the pickier household members. Stuff that doesn't make the cut is shipped, en masse, as a compassionate offering to the graduate students of the University of Toronto's Classics dept (via my now-retired FiL).
My kid is enjoying the sweets free-fire zone that is a holiday. She decided on her own after two very rich tiny cubes of peppermint brownie that she's done on dessert for now. :->
Dave Harmon #33:
So there's this new Chinese/Japanese sushi/noodles joint opening up a few blocks away. (In walking distance!) First day is *today*. We figured they know their intended audience.
Merry Christmas to all!
Here in the northwest San Fernando Valley, we're having Santa Ana for Christmas - warm and very windy weather, and the relative humidity outside is headed for single digits.
We are still recoviring from our Christmas Lights tour on Monday, because we ended up at the coffeehouse on the lake that has a huge hourly over-the-top light show, with music, out on the deck. I can only describe the music as Trans-Siberian Steamroller, except for the injection of a couple of minutes of "Gangnam Style", ending in a locally patriotic rendition of "The Eyes of Texas" (tune is "I've Been Working on the Railroad") as the lights produced a university landmark tower and a longhorn mascot. Quite the culture mashup; we walked back up the hill to the car shaking our heads in bemusement--or maybe we were just shivering from the cold.
I've decided that the musician's equivalent of the Queen's Speech is listening to the live Christmas Eve broadcast of the King's College Cambridge Festival of Lessons and Carols. We do this every year, accompanied by panforte and coffee, as in these parts it begins at 9 am. Things almost went awry when the fireplace inexplicably refused to send smoke up the chimney, instead blowing it out into the living room and almost setting off all eight smoke alarms. (It's all right now--must have been something to do with air pressures inside and out, combined with wind direction.)
The afternoon was spent in making my traditional apple chutney. Rikibeth or other pro chefs, is it possible to get RSI from stirring stuff?
Today, there will be gifts, some more cooking, and then we go to a dinner for eight--all neighborhood couples, the first year we've done this. I am taking the chutney, and glazed carrots.
In a bare one and three-quarter hours, I have an appointment with The Doctor. Our local MP, Conservative and anti-EU, misinterpreted that: I pointed out that the chap was a migrant worker.
It is very easy not to giggle when you're doing such things on the Net.
Here on British TV the Christmas tradition was once a James Bond movie. Sinister villains in volcanoes were trying to take over the world, and along would come this guy with a Scots accent to save the day.
Come to think of it, things haven't changed that much...
Brought my girlfriend home to meet my parents.so far all is going well. Nice and wet and foggy, as is customary in Washington.
Very low key Christmas here. Daughter the elder had her wisdom teeth out Monday and is still somewhat under the weather. Husband and daughter the younger and I went to mass at 10 this morning. I'm sorry to have missed the main music at the midnight mass, but this morning included my favorite cantor plus a harp, so I won't complain. The most successful gift of Christmas has been a round rawhide chew for the dog. He has carried it all over the house and keeps trying to bury it (in his bed, under sofa cushions, under a pile of clean laundry, etc.), and he looks piteously at us when we won't let him take it outside.
I'm singing tomorrow evening with my women's barbershop chorus at our last holiday performance this year.
Low-key Christmas here, too, with my parents and sister. No kids in the house, so we were able to have a slow and leisurely start to the day. First was opening the stockings, and horsetrading of nuts and dried fruits. Then the traditional pancake breakfast, followed by doing the dishes and starting the turkey giblets boiling for stuffing later. Then my brother called. After that we chatted a bit more, Mom finally finished getting dressed, and we sat down to open presents just after noon. Now Mom is putting the turkey in the oven with help from my sister, and I'm catching up on far-flung friends online.
A good Christmas.
Sang a wonderfully shmoopy anthem ("What Sweeter Music") at last night's midnight mass, relinquished my alto solo on Haydn's St Nicholas Mass to a more capable mezzo-soprano, and generally feel good about skipping this morning's mass. Due to financial constraints, I wasn't able to buy my parents the gifts I thought they deserved, but I will share what I got them with the Fluorosphere. I chose the two easiest verses, but I think I still pronounced at least one word wrong. Please enjoy anyway!
Last night the housemate and I collaborated on a nice dinner. (By which I mean she did most everything, and I made good mashed potatoes.) This morning, we all opened presents, and then I made pancakes to go with the leftover ham, and she squeezed oranges into orange juice, and the spouse made us coffee from the Christmas blend he'd gotten for us...
It feels a little odd to focus so much on the food aspects, when recounting this. Food was never a huge part of my Christmas tradition with my family, though my mom made quite nice Christmas brunches many times. But after years of living in various apartments and condos with tiny miserable kitchens, it's actually really satisfying to have a giant kitchen where we can make big messy multi-part meals and still have space to sit down and eat.
And all three of us worked together on getting things to happen. And we actually acknowledged the day fully, rather than sort of going "Oh, yes, Christmas," which is usually how it goes otherwise. It was satisfying. And we are happy. And we would like to do this again next year. I like feeling like we have a tradition for it now.
I'm having a time-shifted Christmas since the east coast contingent of the family (including brand new sister-in-law) won't be joining us for a few days yet. So it's just a bunch of Joneses sitting around the living room all working on our laptops with holiday music playing, periodically breaking for a round of Settlers of Catan. As is the way of my people.
One of my favorite carols of the season, Alfred Burt's "Christmas Cometh Caroling":
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZF4uxdGEug
With lyrics that give some well-deserved credit to the birth-mother, and harmonies that are restrained enough for any service, but show that Burt's life overlapped with those of Burt Bacharach and Brian Wilson.
Thanks and holiday wishes to everyone at Making Light.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
Mom and I went to our first "midnight" Mass (10pm) at Immaculate Conception last night. It was beautiful. It was hellaciously cold here, temperatures were in the teens and I was glad I wore my long underwear.
I was too wired to go to sleep when we got home, so I stayed up and watched the pre-recorded Midnight Mass from Rome until I got sleepy.
Slept in this morning, and we opened presents when Jan got back from the barn. She is helping out the manager/trainer who took a bad fall last month and fractured his hip. So she was at the barn at 8:30 am to feed the horses.
Definitely a low key Christmas here. After all the runaround over the furnace, we ran out of time to put up the Christmas tree. Considering that the Siamese kitten has been into everything, it may have been a wise idea not to do so this year.
Smithfield ham and biscuits for dinner, and we had a really super eggnog this morning. For those who like rum -- Cruzan's Blackstrap Molasses Rum is incredible.
A lovely Season's Greetings from Oxford's Public Affairs Directorate.
Well, I did it.
I often have good ideas, but am probably worse than most people at following through.
Today I baked the Black Hole Brownies, and put some of them into a container and brought them to the Emergency desk at the local hospital. I explained to them that I thought people deserved some appreciation for working today.
Whether they'll eat them I don't know. But I'm trying not to care.
Being thoroughly non-religious from a non-religious family, I'd never actually done the midnight mass thing before, so last night my brother and I and a friend of his (who is a culturally Anglican atheist, far as I can tell) dressed up and went down to the local Anglican cathedral for midnight service.
Full smells-and-bells, very, very High Anglican and a lot of fun as a piece of ritual theatre. Choir, brass section and big pipe organ, fifteen or twenty priest-types doing whatever up front in splendid vestements, and we even knew the first verses to most of the songs, and the entirety of some of them. The excellent acoustics of the cathedral helped.
Singing in a group is fun, I haven't done that since grade school, pretty much. I can see the attraction in a choir, although like Tim Minchin, I often feel "I quite like the chords but the lyrics are dodgy"...
This morning started a bit late on account of being up until 0230 after the service, and has been lox, croissants and loitering. Very nice.
Anyway, Merry Christmas, etc!
(long-time lurker, very occasional commenter)
I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday, whatever they are celebrating, or not celebrating, today.
Brother Guy, that sounds like an excellent way to spend the day. I'm also an introvert, and prefer quiet observances. One of my few regrets of being a Pagan is the lack of contemplative orders in my religion.
A small contingent of family arrives tomorrow for a few days, so Christmas day itself is very low key. Have been re-reading the Vorkosigan series by the fireplace, and eating fudge. It's a lovely sunny day in Portland, which is not common in December. We enjoyed the (soft) sound of a bell from the sidewalk as a young neighbor tried out her new bicycle. Heading to a movie and a dinner of Chinese food later.
Tom Whitmore @ 50 - that's lovely!
Went to candlelight Christmas Eve service last night -- which I prefer greatly to the Sunday School Christmas Program Christmas Eve services of my youth -- at my dad's new church with him, my mom, and my sister.
You could tell it was Christmas Eve because half the choir was the pastor and pastor's family (ie. us), who got drafted ten minutes before service when the de facto choir director discovered that we sang.
The song was "Lo How a Rose", thankfully, which I can do with my eyes closed, except for the fact that the new Lutheran hymnal has twiddled a couple words here and there, mostly at random as far as I can tell.
It's odd being with family in a new space -- not even permanent space, a rented space -- in a new town where we don't know anyone. The same as always and yet completely different.
We had, however reluctantly, put down something like roots over eighteen years in the previous place, and it's odd now to think that I won't see any of those people again unless I go seek them out. Assuming I want to.
It was odd too to watch my parents move and know that my life wouldn't be affected, except on occasional visits like this. Watching the process from afar, it caused me to realize just how deeply ingrained the idea that I might at any point need to pack up and move on a month's notice to a place I don't know is in my psyche, and how much this life is about performing a certain ideal of community and family. Hence comprising half the choir.
The new church is enlightened and doesn't insist on a Christmas Day service, so today was family time at last -- I was allowed to sleep in, and woken for Christmas lunch (lamb shank, green bean casserole, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce) prepared by my mom. Then a few presents around our foot-high Christmas tree -- none of us particularly need or want too many things, given our living situations.
Maybe this evening we'll play a board game -- my sister introduced us to DiXit, which is a bit like a storytelling game crossed with Apples to Apples. I think people here might enjoy it.
Merry Christmas, all.
It's a work day for me here in the Mountains of Main, teaching skiing (mostly Chinese and Jewish today). In the past week we've gone from wonderful conditions to rain, then freezing rain, then moderately bitter cold (started the day at nuthin' by Mr. Farenheit's thermometer). Wondering if frogs or locusts are next?
There are certain challenges when teaching a group that includes a 10 year old who speaks no English.
The ski school management made us breakfast, and lunch was turkey and stuffing. One of the advantages of working Christmas Day is a full day of work.
Shopping was incredibly easy this year since I only bought presents for myself and Toys for Tots.
So I have a gorgeous new pair of skis and some techno toys. I can wave to Jim Macdonald on the other side of the Mahoosic range.
Lamb kabobs for dinner, and I've drunken a Goldilocks*, so I'm moderately tipsy.
*What? You've never heard of Goldilocks and the three beers?
Lenore @ #12, I made some challah bread in a bread machine a couple of years ago; I had no confidence in my ability to braid the dough back then.
Click the right arrow to see the crumb.
Well, after being up fairly late last night, I've spent a quiet Christmas day at home. Gave the cats a squeaky catnip mouse; Pepper loves it, Gandalf mostly ignores it except when he thinks he can steal it from Pepper. Baked cookies for tomorrow night's choir party. I just finished dinner, and am about to nap before going to work tonight.
Xopher@51: Whether or not they eat the brownies, I suspect they appreciated knowing someone thought about them.
A very festive Christmas with roast beef here in the [Chevre] household; I think we're finally developing a Christmas tradition. (Of course, next month we move away from all the people we've celebrated Christmas with up until now.)
Christmas Eve service--Episcopal, with very traditional carols, and a sermon read by a parishioner since our priest has laryngitis[1]. My brother and his family, and my mother, were here visiting, which is quite special.
And then Christmas feast today; 12 adults, 10 children, friends and relatives and neighbors and acquaintances, people coming and going as needed from noon until 8 PM. Much roast beef was eaten by all.
Presents are tomorrow; for us, the feast is central; the presents are peripheral.
1) It says a lot for our priest that there was no doubt this was her sermon, even though someone else read it.
Do the gnomes celebrate Christmas, and would they appreciate a plate of brownies? (cf. dotless@59)
janetl@54, the more I think about that video the more I like it. Among other things, it would make a very nice exam in History of Western Art -- identify as many pieces as you can (at least as to period and country of origin).
@xopher#51: I gave a ticket counter clerk a spare box of dude for the break room. I hope they are not afraid to try it!
This morning we had the Opening of the Presents. Then we had the Calling of the Children (and Ex). The Arranging of the Ex's Road Trip. The Viewing of the Queen's Xmas Speech. The Watching of the Doctor's Xmas Special. The Eating of the Xmas Dinner, and the Watching of the Rebroadcast of the Doctor Who Prom.
Yesterday, Gail asked me if I'd ever watched the Midnight Mass from the Vatican. I confessed that I never had, being no kind of Papist (neither regular, nor Caesaro). So we found a channel on the, ahem, Interrete, and watched it.
Note to Serge and TexAnne: My older son and his girlfriend decided to give me La Chanson de Roland in the original, translated into modern French, and Scott-Moncrieff's translation into English.
So I now have the pleasure of reading
Carles li reis, nostre emperere magnes
Set anz tuz pleins ad estet en Espaigne:
Tresqu'en la mer cunquist la tere altaigne. &c.
My gift to the family this year was baking cookies. I may have gone a little bit overboard. They have all been appreciated, however. (I have not baked the sandies yet, but my mother - my mother, who can never get enough sweets - was like "no! no more sweets!" So I may have to inflict them on unsuspecting friends.)
There was gift exchange this morning; I did not receive even a single book, alas, which maybe indicates I should start keeping track of what things I want throughout the year. Then low-key lunch, and then dinner, for which we had lamb (omnom) and a challah stuffing which I improvised with ham and homemade ham broth. This, too, was generally enjoyed.
So yes. Lots of food. I think I am more comfortable expressing love through food than through gifts, and it seems like my family is basically okay with this. Which is good.
Would the gnomes like some Linzer torte? Or perhaps some gingerbread? Nutmeg maple butter cookies? Russian tea cakes? Raspberry shortbread? Challah ham stuffing? :)
Linkmeister @57, that's about what mine looked like, too. It sure tasted good! I usually beg the leftovers from the Altar Guild with the promise that I will see that it's all eaten and not throw any away. The leftovers were small, and did not last long.
dotless ı 59: I hope so. The woman I gave them to seemed appreciative, but she also seemed suspicious. I was embarrassed because I was worried that she'd think I was crazy.
Stefan 62: I'm not sure what 'dude' is in this context. Could you clarify?
This is the first Christmas that my wife and I have spent in different places in (as far as we could remember) at least the 35 years we've been married plus maybe a couple more before that. We've had home construction chaos going on, and she decided she couldn't do that plus travel chaos, but my mom's of an age that I really ought to be visiting her. So I've been here in Delaware for a couple of days, and my brother was here as well (had to hop a plane this afternoon to be back tomorrow); I'll be here until early next week. Christmas eve service last night, with the somewhat contemporary band doing music (Mom prefers the traditional music, but not the late hours), veggie dinner today, phone calls to spouse and siblings.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jack the Cat took his reindeer catnip mouse out from under the tree the day it appeared, but has ignored it since then, in favor of the wrapping paper and ribbons, and Laura's friends were playing board games at the Chinese-run donut place that's open today so she's had some things to do.
It's been a lovely quiet Christmas here. Last night Judy and Dave (whom our esteemed hosts have met) took me to St. Joan's for mass, which was preceded by the band playing things including "Rebel Jesus." Today I took the bus through the snowy city down to the Basilica for noon mass, and then made my way home to hang out with Juan and watch Dr. Who and read and chat online with a few friends and so forth.
Peace on earth, good will to all people.
We had a quiet dinner with friends, watching the Alice's Adventures in Wonderland ballet on DVD. Came home and watched the extended first Hobbit movie, about which I may have some things to say on the Hobbit spoiler thread. My partner's daughter, as it turns out, spent the holiday in New Orleans, so we won't see her for a day or two. She's bringing back pralines. We also have spiced cheesecake with ground-pecan crust.
The cats are continuing to enjoy their Christmas present.
We had a quiet dinner with my brother and his girlfriend, followed by modest but carefully-chosen presents and an extended visit from the Hogfather, all punctuated by Hyper Toddler's new talking stethoscope.
It was nice. We're talking about scheduling another Christmas dinner soon. Maybe in a couple weeks, just to give people time to locate suitable gifts.
KayTei @ 71
We're talking about scheduling another Christmas dinner soon. Maybe in a couple weeks, just to give people time to locate suitable gifts.
That's what Old Christmas/Three Kings Day is for. Go for it!
#76 FUDGE! Damn autocorrect.
Stefan @73--
I too often exclaim "fudge!" when I am feeling exasperated, esp. when I cannot say something stronger.
But what was that "dude" stuff you gave the clerk back in #62?
And who is on first?
Stefan Jones @ 73 ...
#76 FUDGE! Damn autocorrect.
Also, what's with the time travel? ;D
Re dude/fudge, has the Internet invented a word for incorrect autocorrection?
Food, as usual. Shrimp seviche, duck in pipian rojo, stewed chard, zucchini tart, white rice with jalapenos en escabeche, palm-sugar-roasted pineapple, homemade cinnamon ice cream. Recipes from Rick Bayless, Diana Kennedy and David Lebovitz. We were going to make a mushroom dish and a posole as well, but in the end dinner was only four people so that would have been excessive.
I am communicating by tablet this week; very prone to typos and inversions!
Also, the apostrophe is on a secondary virtual keyboard. Requiring extra navigations. Grrr!
(Hah! "Prone" got auto corrected to "print".)
TexAnne @76--The preferred usage in our house is "FYAC" or "DYAC", with the last three letters standing for "you, AutoCorrect". You can imagine what the first letters stand for, but I assure you that the F does not start for freeze.
It can be used either as an interjection, or as the explanation for a confusing message resulting from hostile autocorrective action: "FYAC! I meant X," or "Sorry, that was a DYAC. I was trying to type X."
My favorite* autocorrect was the one my phone inflicted on me when I was in the hospital briefly last spring. I had been given Dilaudid, which made me violently nauseated (not recommended immediately after abdominal surgery). When a hospital staffer (erroneously) informed me that Dilaudid was hydrocodone**, I tried to tweet "Dilaudid=hydrocodone". My phone turned that into "daisies=hydrogen". Um, no.
*for some values of 'favorite'
**which I had firmly told them not to give me because I knew it would make me vomit
Mary Aileen #80: Hydrogen daisies sound even more intriguing than dude-in-the-box (whose name is probably not Jack).
Stefan Jones@78, I feel your pain. I'm on a Nexus 7, and was pleased last week to accidentally discover how to add a word to the dictionary manually -- now my tablet can quit overcorrecting an initial B to G, thereby calling my child's school Gelding Elementary. :->
For those in the same boat, when it lists helpul choices btw the keyboard and screen, tap the one you want to keep. If it thinks it's not a word, it will say "tap again to add to dictionary". The first time I saw it, I got a silly lift equal to the first time NetHack asked me, "force the gods to be pleased? Y/N".
I miss touch-typing. I moss it a lot. :-\
I still have autocorrect turned on for my phone, but I turned it off for my iPad, because it seems like it mangles more than it fixes there.
I really wish Apple would let you choose one of your keyboard languages to be English Without Autocorrect, so you could quickly switch over to a non-autocorrect mode when you were typing something especially likely to be mangled.
elise @83: Believe it if you need it, or leave it if you dare?
Browsing this year's Yuletide stories, I encountered one that it struck me might appeal to the Fluorosphere:
Four Things that Weren't Adequately Covered in Mulan's R.A. Training, in which the Disney Princesses are translated into modern college students sharing a dormitory.
I started thinking of Making Light when the first Thing was Aurora having narcolepsy, complete with the cataplexy Teresa has that makes her fall in a heap when somebody tells her a really good joke. I continued thinking of Making Light when the overall arc of the story turned out to be about the young women supporting each other in their dealings with their respective messed-up families.
(Meanwhile, this was my first year actively participating in Yuletide, instead of just watching from the sidelines. I got a story I really liked, and more importantly my recipient seems to have liked the story I wrote for them.)
Paul A @86:
That's fantastic! I'm Parheliating that right now. Also. most of those women would feel right at home in the DF threads...
We had a really nice Christmas here. Totally relaxed day, everybody was very happy with what they got, and a low key non-stressful afternoon cooking.
Dinner was a white cheddar & broccoli pizza and a cheese-less zucchini and roasted red pepper pizza, both on honey whole-wheat crust, a baked butternut squash and apple casserole, and my classic honey-glazed onions from the Mystic Seaport Cookbook. Everything turned out beautifully.
Gift highlights: Spouse, who really likes to read books in a series so there is no decision needed about what to read next, got a full set of the Patrick O'Brian Aubrey-Maturin books (used) plus some classic folk/pop albums on CD. I had to gloss them as "like Temeraire but without the dragons", but once she gets into them long enough to start enjoying the characters, I think she should be pretty happy for the next 21 books of reading time. I got a hand-cranked pasta machine (from spouse) and a food processor (from daughter) so there should be continued good food in future; also the latest Gene Wolfe and Neal Gaiman books. The son, who is now learning to play tenor sax in band class and getting interested in jazz, got a sax stand, four of the best jazz sax albums as inspiration, and a book on programming plus a B&N gift card. Hanai daughter got a gift card to get the iPhone 5 she has been in agonies to possess since it came out, plus a few other goodies.
I have an Android tablet, and I find the Swiftkey keyboard better than the standard. The text prediction is good enough to be worth the occasional problems, while most punctuation marks are available by holding the correct letter key.
There are others. GKOS and KALQ are maybe useful alternatives to QWERTY for something with a smaller screen, but take effort to learn.
ObChristmasLeftovers:
What can I do with what looks like about three cups of glazed carrots? (Cooked until dead, in other words.)
joann @ #90, First, find a rabbit.
I’ve also been using SwiftKey on my Nexus 7. The predictive text feature is good enough that it occasionally creeps me out a bit by accurately plotting out half a sentence for me, word by word.
My only complaint is that it lacks a real (curly) apostrophe and single-quotes. It’s got curly double-quotes, em- and en-dashes, the single-character ellipsis, and all of the other punctuation I use on a regular basis, just not the apostrophe and single-quotes.
#91 ::: Linkmeister [...]
joann @ #90, First, find a rabbit.
Only if you're not feeling squeamish:
Pbbxrq hagvy qrnq. Lbh'yy or noyr gb gryy nf gur rlrf jvyy or tynmrq.
What? No version in Klingon? Why am I not surprised?
My mom sent me (among other things) a throw pillow with the message "When you stop believing in Santa Clause, you get underwear." I informed her via email that of course St. Nicholas of Myra was real; in fact he attended the Council of Nicea.
"No underwear for you," she replied.
I replied, "I had a boyfriend who...no, wait, you're my mom. Not telling that story."
I'm an evil, evil person.
Rikibeth @85: Exactly!
Paul A. @86: Congratulations on your first Yuletide participation year! Happy story recipients are a great joy, yah? It was my first year too. You going to do it again?
Xopher @96: You're a very nice evil person. :-)
elise, you may feel differently when I tell you that in fact I have never had a boyfriend who wouldn't let me wear underwear.
Elise, Rikibeth, any other Yuletiders: hello, links?!
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Anderson @95, I think it's weird enough already that the basic Christian prayers are available in Klingon.
That the same prayers plus Luke's version of the Christmas story are available in Quenya surprises me not at all.
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For certain values of "long story, not worth the telling," our Christmas this year has heavily featured commercial-size rented vehicles, grubby old cardboard boxes, extra-sturdy plastic bags, trips to and from our soon-to-be-former storage locker in New Jersey, and a lot of hard physical labor.
It'll be great to get this over with.
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I'm hoping Abi will post photos of the Sutherland Christmas festivities this year. I won't say any more than that.
Xopher #96: Semper ubi sub ubi.
Fragano, sub ubi ubique est.
Teresa: okay. Here are a few.
Calvin and Hobbes-Young Wizards Crossover
Susie Derkins plays Calvinball with Death
10th Kingdom: someone's Happily Ever After
I can neither confirm nor deny that I may or may not have written one of the three.
On the naming of Autocorrects:
Many years ago, somebody sent mail to my group at work asking for the org chart. I replied, with the chart as an attachment, and Microsoft Mail, as it was still called, decided to helpfully autocorrect the spellings of all the words in the document without asking me if I wanted to do this. It was bad enough that it picked the nearest equivalents in its little dictionary to everybody's name, which would probably not have been professionally disastrous. Fortunately, nobody actually opened the attachment before I discovered this, and the "Cancel an email" feature did work before anybody noticed that it had also autocorrected the document to an "Orgy Chart".
Many bad words were said about Microsoft that day and for years into the future (though I had to force myself to stop doing that when they later became my customer), and I kind of wondered why a spell-correcter for businesses would need to know the word "orgy". In another document it had autocorrected the word "management" to "madmen", and I did forgive them for that one, even though it had misidentified the gender of several levels of management that I worked for.
xeger@2, there's a product called Greenies Pill Pockets that are soft cat treats with a pill-sized hole in them. I have a cat who would be impossible to drug directly, but she's happy to eat them, and has only eaten the treat while dropping the pill a couple of times (usually when I'm getting to the end of the batch and they're drying out a bit.) They also make them in dog sizes, though I assume it's easier to trick a dog into eating something than a suspicious cat.
They're available at the vet or the fancier pet store in my area; when I ran out after they were closed for the night I found that Wallyworld carries the dog size but not the cat size.
And HLN: Another brief snow flurry in Delaware, enough to stick to a few surfaces before vanishing.
I'm visiting my Long Island sister today. Since she was working this eve. I took in a Boxing Day double feature.
Frozen was silly and had way, way too many musical numbers, but the last third was a very satisfying adventure/drama.
Inside Lewyn Davis was . . . amazing. A profile of a minor-league folk singer trying to stay afloat in 1961 NYC. There's a road trip, a lost cat, and copious burning of bridges.
Bill Stewart @ 105 ...
xeger@2, there's a product called Greenies Pill Pockets that are soft cat treats with a pill-sized hole in them. I have a cat who would be impossible to drug directly, but she's happy to eat them, and has only eaten the treat while dropping the pill a couple of times (usually when I'm getting to the end of the batch and they're drying out a bit.) They also make them in dog sizes, though I assume it's easier to trick a dog into eating something than a suspicious cat.
Thanks :)
Those unfortunately only work with a cat that wants to eat...
I can recommend viewing Cornell's vet school video about how to pill a cat in general -- and the 'add water to cat via syringe before adding pill' thing seems to work surprisingly well.
re 31: We finally got to the buche tonight. Good lord. There must be at least 3/4 pound of butter in it, mostly in the frosting.
I called my father via Skype for Christmas to play "Ode to Joy" on my electric guitar (which I am very much a beginner at) and when he made a comment in the middle of the song it derailed me and made me play wrong notes.
I'm sorry, Erik.
A general lesson for non-musicians: Unless you object in principle to someone playing music for you, DON'T TALK TO THEM WHILE THEY'RE DOING IT.
Musicians usually think this goes without saying, but some VERY well-intentioned and good-hearted people are completely unaware that it's even an issue. (And some musicians really are good enough that they can carry on a conversation while playing, but...well, they're way better than me.)
And if you DO object in principle to someone playing music for you...you deserve to go without live music in your life.
elise @ #97: You going to do it again?
I don't know; might depend on how life is going when sign-ups roll around. I will say that I've already started making notes about what to request next year.
Teresa Nielsen Hayden @ #99: Elise, Rikibeth, any other Yuletiders: hello, links?!
My favourite of the three fics I received this year is Else the Puck a Liar Call, which is Puck of Pook's Hill when the children aren't around, set just after the first chapter of Puck of Pook's Hill.
Another story that might appeal to the Fluorosphere is ...And Substitute My Own, which takes off from Neil Gaiman's American Gods to tell a tale of Historically-Accurate Saint Nick and his friend Yuşa the handyman going toe-to-toe with Neo-Conservative Jesus, with a special appearance by the Babylonian goddess of editors.
One of the joys of Yuletide is people linking to easily-consumed things like individual paintings or TV ads and proposing them as fic-fodder. One that took off this year was the blog post The Ten Stupidest Things I’ve Heard Since Richard III’s Remains Were Identified, which inspired quite a few fics; my favourites are Tudor Spies and Perfidy, which is short and hilarious, and Fewer Than Ten Scenes From the Second Coming of Richard III, which is longer and also funny, with a poignant turn at the end.
The Eve: Saving Mr. Banks. Not sure how I feel about "Travers"'s so-called miserable childhood, but Thompson was amazing.
The Night: dinner at the house of a friend who tries out a new cookbook each year. This year it was about the "Viennese Empire": garlic soup, sausage, roasted stuffed whole fish, wienerschnitzel, sides (\good/ beet salad!), and several desserts. My wife was delighted at the reception of her first-try linzertorte, using a recipe that supports hazelnuts (because she's allergic to almonds) and filled with jam made from our raspberries. 20 very assorted people (including some I hadn't seen in much too long) and hours of wonderful conversation.
TNH: so who was Miles Coverdale, and what led him to change "to men of goodwill" into "goodwill toward men"? My vague knowledge of Germanic languages reads that others around his time were holding to the version in the Latin cite; I can't read Greek to compare it, but IIRC Luther could so his translation seems more likely to be accurate.
@99: our first in the place we bought 19 years ago mostly involved reducing the basement chaos to mere disorder -- and we had more room to play in than I think you do. It's a poor way to spend a holiday, but accomplishing something does give some of that holiday glow.
Lila @ 102: loved both of the Watterson crossovers -- they captured the characters. (Don't know the background of the 3rd one.)
112
My bet is he was using Latin and confused his cases. If it was like most manuscripts (or early printed books) it was full of abbreviations that make it a real pain to figure out.
From what I've heard, there are actually different versions of the Greek text that use different cases. The different cases (dative vs. genitive) make a difference in meaning.
Compounding the problem is that the verb in question is the same verb that is used for "...well pleased" in, "This is my beloved son, in whom I am well pleased." Which leads to the translation "...toward men in whom he is pleased."
On the 'goodwill' problem in Greek:
the text in what we now think of as the best manuscripts is 'en anthropois eudokias' = roughly 'among humans of-good-will'. This must have been the text underlying the Gothic version. The text used by the old Latin translations seems to have been missing the 'en', i.e. 'anthropois eudokias' = 'hominibus bonae voluntatis' = 'to-humans of-good-will', which comes to much the same thing. But the dominant Greek medieval text, the only one Luther will have seen in Greek, was 'en anthropois eudokia' = 'among humans, goodwill', with the critical word in the nominative not the genitive.
(The joys of having a critical apparatus to a text...)
Teresa @99:
Steal My Breath
Anagnorisis
The Dual Proficiency Protocol
105.5 Alive
Paul A @111: Totally agreed on the goodness of "And Substitute My Own"!
I was bemused to find a fic with Bernard of Clairveaux. A crossover with Hitchhiker's Guide, yet. A Wisdom to Offer
Then again, there's everything. Even anthropomorphic British newspaper fanfic: Leads
TNH @99:
I'm hoping Abi will post photos of the Sutherland Christmas festivities this year. I won't say any more than that.
I've put together a Flickr photoset of the snapshots I took. The lighting was none too good, unfortunately, so some of them are blurry and grainy. And the photos of Alex are friends-and-family protected. One of his classmates has been doing a bit of cyberstalking for mockery fodder, and it's just better if photos of him his present (panda) aren't floating around the internet.
I would say that I am the only one whose present didn't really suit them. But none of the critters on offer were really going to; I don't think whatever I am exists in that form. Nevertheless, they are all pleasantly warm, and they did contribute to a truly memorable Christmas.
(Fiona has been wearing hers nonstop since then. It is teh cute.)
Last night we went with some friends to look at Christmas lights; one of the best over-the-top displays was already ebing disassembled, but such is life in this modern age.
We finished up by visiting a local tourist camp, which was using its winter vacancies to host a huge show of lights synchronized with music. There were lovely effects: long strings of LED lights suspended in rows like curtain, or trailing off tree limbs like electric willows.
There were also at least a couple of these set out. (Check out the larger picture for better impact). Right at ground level, they were suggestive of alien life forms with a frightening resemblence to neon-outlined land jellyfish, with a vaguely tree-ish shape. (We may have been on light overload at that point; the whole site should have had a seizure warning sign on it.)
fidelio, I checked out that link. In addition to the, er, entities you mention, there's a pull-down menu on it labeled "Don't forget your options!" It's quite puzzling, because "run and hide!" doesn't seem to be listed on it.
elise @121--I can only conclude the people who claim to be selling those lights are in fact acting as a front (willingly or co-opted?) for the aliens and wish to lull our suspicions by making us think we are getting a Christmas light rig which can be synchronized to music.
Forewarned is forearmed.
joann @90
If you haven't disposed of the carrots - soup! Boil carrots in chicken broth until really soft, puree, add cream, flavour with ginger, coriander, or dill. Freezes well for future lunches.
It's been lovely reading everyone's Christmas snippets. Christmas was never my holiday, but it is now our holiday, which means that there's still a bit of novelty to it for me. Also, is there a term for two people unintentionally giving each other perfectly matching gifts (without any nasty Gift of the Magi twists)—in this case the new Asterix book in two different but appropriate languages? (And would one more language make a Rosetta Menhir?)
CHip@112: An interesting review of Saving Mr. Banks from the Reel History series at the Guardian.
On autocorrect: first of all, the subthread meshes amusingly with the threads on bible translation; I'm enjoying picturing an autocorrecting quill and parchment (which something tells me must have shown up in a Harry Potter fanfic at some point, just to bring in another subthread).
TexAnne@76: Second, the other term for overeager autocorrect I've seen is "Cupertino", after a once-notable automisscorrection for common misspellings of "cooperation".
Since the KJV is supposed to have been "divinely inspired" by many people, perhaps the quills and parchment actually were autocorrected! God moves (pens) in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform (or edit).
Tom @ 125. Strangely enough I once wrote a short-short story (fanfic?) based on the writing of the KJV, and perhaps some divine inspiration. I started with a bizarre writing prompt (a squirrel and a rabbit play chess and prevent the apocalypse), and it ended up set in early 17th century England. It's on my livejournal
dotless i, #124: Am I the only person who sees the entirety of Saving Mr. Banks as being about a man who simply will not accept a woman telling him NO? Every review and description I've seen just makes it sound creepier.
Lee @127 -- I don't think it mattered to Disney that Travers was a woman saying "No." He tended not to listen to anyone of either gender who tried to get in his way. She was just better at saying "No" than most of the people he had to deal with.
Cath #123:
I ended up making carrot muffins, adapted from an old Joy of Cooking recipe, and adding coconut instead of nuts.
Two more stories from Yuletide:
A Woman's Touch is Asimov robot casefic. It reads like... put it this way, like something one would like to think Asimov might have written. The style is there, and the problem Susan Calvin faces is certainly one that might have arisen in the setting he established, but one suspects that if it had occurred to him he might not have handled it quite the same way.
SMOF is a story about a fan. I'm going to let it speak for itself:
I’m a n00b, by Quest standards-- started watching with the New Adventures, right as LJ was taking off. The funny thing is, I’m not much younger than the biggest BNFs. They just got a head start, and were fans of the old show even though they were barely born when it was airing. I hear older fans grumble about it, sometimes. They wonder how a bunch of twentysomethings ended up not only the biggest names in fandom, but in charge of the con and friendly with the cast, besides.“That picture from Jason and Gwen’s wedding is circulating on Tumblr again,” I tell my housemate. “Did you know Brandon Wheeger was a groomsman? He was barely out of high school-- how did he even manage that?”
Max rolls her eyes at me. GQ isn’t one of her main fandoms, though I’ve made her watch most of the episodes on Netflix. Still, she picks up enough secondhand to know most of the main fannish players.
Xeger@107, yeah, that's tougher. I had to squash the pill against Spot's face the first couple of times, just because she was suspicious and mad about being hassled, but eventually she figured out that the thing that got shoved in her mouth when she hissed was tasty, and is usually fine with it. But she's in reasonably good shape for an old cat, and the only problem was getting her to eat pills, not getting her to eat food at all. (We couldn't just put the pill on her regular food, because the other cat would eat it first.)
On other animal notes, my mom and I went to Winterthur today (duPont estate in Delaware, decorated for Christmas, mostly in styles from 1700s-early1900s), and had to stop and wait for a beaver to waddle across the road.
And Abi makes a quite impressive owl :-)
Tom, #128: My point, I think, has flown over your head. I don't doubt that Disney could steamroller men as well as women -- but the power dynamics of our society are such that the latter carries some rather different connotations even under circumstances otherwise similar. He badgered and bullied her for THIRTY YEARS to get his way, and had there not been well-defined legal issues involved, I don't think her consent would have mattered for a single instant. And yet he is portrayed as being the hero, and she as obnoxious and unreasonable.
Somewhat late to the thread here. Went to San Jose for Christmas Eve, took the littles to Christmas in the Park (by walking more than a mile there and back), and went to the 6PM mass with my sisters and their kids. My three-year-old daughter promptly fell asleep on my lap, face-down with her legs trailing over the seat next to me. Lots of carol singing, which was interesting because I have a cold and for once, it took out my lower register instead of my upper register. Odd, especially since I'm speaking in a lower voice than usual.
Xopher, one of the songs we sang was the one that you can over-sing the Gloria chorus from Angels We Have Heard On High. I tried to remember it, but what with a two-hour drive home and present setup after mass, my brain just gave it up.
Lee @132 -- No, your point didn't go over my head. Yes, I know there are different power dynamics there -- I just think that it's important to remember that Disney was an asshat whoever he was dealing with, and trying to claim additional difficulty because he was being an asshat with a woman misses the point of just how much he was an equal-opportunity harasser. Frequently charming, by all accounts, but still a harasser.
I haven't seen the film, so I don't know how he's portrayed in it.
I saw Saving Mr. Banks last night. Disney was portrayed as domineering and privileged in the "nobody-EVER-tells-him-no" sort of way, but also as generally good to his people (at least, they're portrayed as admiring rather than fearing him). But when he accepts adulation as his due in the theme park, he hands out pre-printed autograph cards, which comes across as assholery.
Travers was portrayed as a woman who didn't like him, didn't fear him, and didn't have any qualms about saying no. She didn't come across to me as nasty. Prickly, yes, and with bad culture-shock, but not nasty. Emma Thompson played her as LONELY. Desperately lonely. At least, that's what I got from her performance. And fiercely protective of her work. She was deliberately setting very strong boundaries because she knew how easily boundaries were broken.
That's how I interpreted it, anyway. I think Disney manipulated her emotionally to finally get the rights. (They show it as Disney being empathetic and warm, but it looks like manipulation to me.) And the film implies that Travers liked (or at least tolerated) the Disney movie, but I'm told that she despised it to her dying day....
So: Christmas dinner. Not one of our best: daughter decided she wanted goose. I'd cooked in once, twenty-five years ago, and Byrd had never cooked it at all. Must study recipes. We settled on one which used a sage-bread-and-ground-pork stuffing, substituting the local market's sage sausage to kill two ingredients with one stone. Well, the stuffing was regrettable, notwithstanding that it had to be run through the microwave to ensure it was sufficiently cooked through. We won't do that again. Gravy was a huge struggle of trying to find any goose drippings through the ocean of goose grease. And after all that, we came to a sad truth: I just don't care for goose. Oh well, the others liked it. We're thinking next year of roasting a chicken and a duck together (I don't care for duck either).
On the other hand, we started out with the butternut shrimp bisque, which recipe I hereto include:
1 to 1.5 lb (450 to 700 g) medium raw shrimp, unpeeled
1/3 C (80 ml) olive oil
1/4 C (60 g) butter
1 carrot, chopped
1 stick celery, chopped
1 small onion, chopped
2 T (15 g) flour
2 cans chicken broth or two bottles clam juice (latter preferred)
1 butternut squash, peeled and cut into chunks (get a fairly big one, at least 5"/10 cm in diameter at the neck)
water as needed (see below)
1 C (240 ml) cream (or less, as you prefer)
Old Bay to taste
Peel and devein shrimp, reserving shells. (We get frozen bags which are already deveined, which also aids in the peeling.) Heat olive oil to shimmering in large soup pot and cook shells until pink, then remove and drain shells, pouring the dripping back into the pot. Add shrimp to oil and saute until just barely cooked through, then remove. They'll stick to the bottom a bit, most likely, but that's OK. Remove shrimp and set aside in a bowl.
Now add the butter to the pot and cook the carrot, celery, and onion until the latter begins to be transparent. Pour in the broth or clam juice, then the squash chunks, and add enough water so that the squash is all swimming. Bring to a low boil and cook until squash softens.
Now run everything in the pot through the blender and puree it, and return the puree to the stove. Add the saved shrimp and the cream, and heat to just barely bubbling. Now it's just a matter of adding the Old Bay and adjusting the texture. You may need to add a bit of water to keep it from trying to turn into baby food. It's hard to say how much Old Bay to use, but we're talking shaking over the pot at stages, not adding spoonfuls. It's a very penetrating flavor and you don't want to use too much. Simmer ten minutes or so to get everything comfy, stirring to keep the bottom from scorching.
Makes eight soup course servings or six founderingly large main course servings. For the latter you'll probably want to use the larger shrimp amount.
re 136: Arrrrrggh! After cooking the onion but before adding the broth, add the flour and cook to a (fairly sloppy) roux.
TexAnne #76: There's AutoCoWrecks....
TexAnne @76
A friend of mine refers to it as Autocucumber. Pleasingly, my iPad now suggests this automatically after I've typed the first few letters.
IIRC, Disney was an astute businessman who preferred to hand off the bottom-line-enforcing role to brother Roy so he could play charming Uncle Walt.
(Why was my brain insisting the brother was Milton? Perhaps from Ike's brother of roughly that era?)
@139, 76, et al.
Aren't these sometimes called "Cupertinos", from the period when Apple's spell-checker auto-corrected "cooperation" to the name of its corporate headquarters?
Wiki has an article on "Cupertino Effect".
Teresa @99, Yuletide:
The Color of Shadow a Gethen first investigators story, that I think I'm going to have to reread a few times just to understand some of what is happening in it.
Tom, #134: I neither require nor expect you to agree with my opinion. Mostly, I just want it out there to be seen -- because awareness is how change starts.
C. Wingate, #136: That's a shame. The one time I had goose I really liked it (much better than I like turkey, not that this is a high bar), but that was a dinner cooked by people who had experience with goose.
A hearty second for the rec of The Color of Shadow.
By the way, there's a Yuletide recs collection--not limited to this year's Yuletide, but if you scroll down and click on "bookmarks" at the bottom of the page you can sort by date. Or you can sort by fandom or several other categories.
C. Wingate@136: Thanks for the bisque recipe. I think I might adapt that.
As for goose (which I'll be cooking in a couple of days): most of the recipes I've used have focused everything, including the stuffing, on draining as much fat as possible from the bird. So, I do a long, slow roast; the stuffing (usually just apples and prunes) is largely there to absorb fat and secondarily to flavor the bird; I've sometimes basted the bird with boiling water during roasting; and I've never bothered with a gravy, since even after all that it's a very rich meat. (Which is good, because there's always less meat on a goose than it seems.)
All that said, if you don't like duck I can well believe you wouldn't like goose no matter how it's cooked.
My holiday visits -- college friends yesterday, cousins today -- went very well. Next up, aunt in her new digs in northern Jersey.
My holiday visits -- college friends yesterday, cousins today -- went very well. Next up, aunt in her new digs in northern Jersey.
But no matter which way you cook your goose, once you have done it, your goose is cooked.
Furthermore, you still face the troubling question:
What's sauce for the goose?
If you can work that out, the standard corollary follows without too much effort.
What's sauce for the goose?
I don't know. I'll take a gander at some cookbooks and find out.
Maybe you could get there via ducks.
Via no chicken?
I don't know, I'm a stranger here myself.
From what I can tell, the goose actually turned out well. It wasn't overcooked, for instance. Everyone else was happy with it. It's just that I simply do like the flavor of goose.
Teresa, #99: Remember that visit of Oscar Wilde to Walt Whitman, the one that was all slash-y? Someone wrote a fic about it.
Lee @156: And the fandom is officially "Literary Trysts it Gives Me Great Joy to Think About RPF"
Lee, Tom, Cassy -- my reaction from about 10 minutes in was that the movies was oversympathetic to "Travers", a creature of privilege who lacked any idea of how privileged she was or had been. Not that I've ever had much sympathy for WED, whose telling details Tom mostly notes (missing WED's not even inviting her to the premiere). The "happy ending" does leave out one additional rudeness and makes him look more right than he was, but I don't read that as the sort of power dynamics that I get from Lee. (My apologies if I'm misreading; I don't always get around the perspective of 60-year-old-middleclass-white-male.)
I've never been a fan of the books -- although I didn't react as badly to them as my mother (who taught history at a girls' boarding highschool and was appalled when she read one at age ~40, after a student intending a compliment compared her to Poppins). I didn't see the movie and don't plan to -- Andrews as a nanny strikes me as about as implausible as Andrews as a novice.
dotless ı @ 124: an interesting interview, but IMO it misses a few points, including a (debatable) source for the character and the scriptwriters' saying (says Wikipedia) that the film was NOT significantly modified to suit Disney Inc.
I'm also fascinated by the number of comments on a brief remark; one never knows what will spark responses. The perspectives have been broadening.
anhweol @ 116, and all you other scholars of Greek: thank you. It's nice to have some sense of the original, and possibilities for how it could drift.
My wife and I tried cooking goose for a holiday dinner once. It didn't work very well (which was a surprise, because she could cook duck reliably, and both of us could roast chickens.) This was back when I still ate meat, and my family was coming to visit. We cooked it for what seemed to have been an adequately long time in the oven, tried to carve it, stuck pieces in the microwave to somewhat finish. My dad got the job of carving it, and found that the shape of the bones and meat was just different enough from turkeys or chickens that it wasn't cooperating for him either, aside from needing more cooking. (Oh, well, the stuffing was good, as was the rest of dinner.)
My mom made Christmas dinner for my brother and me this year (both vegetarians.) Stuffing works just fine without a bird, and yams and green veggies and dessert are enough to be festive.
So hey: it's now January 1st, which means Yuletide authorship is no longer secret under the Yuletide Rules.
I wrote "Four Things that Weren't Adequately Covered in Mulan's R.A. Training." So, yes: the reason the narcolepsy in the story was similar to Teresa's....is that Teresa is the person I know who has narcolepsy. (I also read the Wikipedia entry again when I was working on that section of the story.) Also, this post by Abi lodged in my head after I saw "Tangled," and definitely contributed to the inspiration for the story.
Writing Yuletide stories was SO MUCH FUN. (And kind of addictively emotionally rewarding. The whole culture of complimenting people in fanfic is so different from anything I've experienced before. I may write a blog post about this.) I decided to participate because I've enjoyed reading the stories for years and the communal aspects of Yuletide delight me.
Anyway. Paul A., thank you for the mention, and Abi, seeing my story in the sidebar of Making Light was REALLY AWESOME.
Naomi @160:
You wrote that? That was so much fun! Well done!
Naomi, I loved that. I FB'd and Tweeted it.
Naomi, #160: I said it over there, and I'll say it again here: there are not enough kudos in the WORLD for that story. Well done.
Naomi: I really enjoyed your story.
I caught a chunk of Gnomeo and Juliet on TV, and it's riddled with Shakespeare references, not just from the obvious play.
IMDb misses a lot of them.
Naomi @ #160:
It was genuinely my pleasure. I've been recommending that story to pretty much anybody who'll stand still long enough.
Naomi: I loved your story, recommended and bookmarked it! (BTW, I have a sister with narcolepsy, and hers also resembles both Teresa's and the description in your story.)
Naomi @160: I still say y'oughta lob a spec script at the producers of Once Upon a Time.
Naomi: Oh yeah, and: What was the prompt for that fic?
Seriously, the problem is that I have not the first idea how you sell a spec script. With novels, I at least know hypothetically how it works. I'm confident I could figure out the artistic part (I mean, it would take work; it's a really different sort of storytelling with a different rhythm for scenes and so on. But, you know. I could do it.) Figuring out the business side is the part that's intimidating.
The prompt, well, someone wanted all (or at least lots of) the Disney Princesses interacting and one of the possibilities she tossed out was a college AU. She also mentioned Mulan was her favorite. I started thinking about the college AU and the issue of helicopter parents and Gothel and ... voila.
Naomi, #171: You know who might be able to tell you how to submit a spec script, or point you at a resource describing the process? David Gerrold. And he's on Facebook, and he's a pretty easygoing guy. Hang out with him for a while, and he'd probably be willing to point you in the right direction. Then all you'd have to do would be write the script...
Naomi @ 160: belated thanks for Mulan. I've only seen a few of the movies (although I recognized most of the names -- trailers are inescapable), but found the setup and working-out wonderful.
Naoimi: I have not the first idea how you sell a spec script.
One assumes you have an agent? That would be my first stop; I gather that the process for peddling scripts is somewhat different than for books, but my recollection is that it does involve agents. (If one sends a spec script cold to [studio/producer], it will get sent back unopened.) If your agent doesn't do scripts, I presume they would at least know somebody who knows somebody.
Fortunately, as with many things, there's a book:* The Complete Book of Scriptwriting, by J. Michael Straczynski. The last section is all about the business end of selling scripts. Short version (based on reading my recollection of his Writer's Digest columns, Back In The Day): 1. Write the script. 2. Send it to your agent. 3. Agent will shop it around. 4. If you get a bite, you then get a commission to write a new script, specifically for the show that has expressed interest. Meanwhile, iterate steps 1-3.
* Well, yes, there's doubtless many books. But this is the one I'm familiar with, and I gather it's reasonably complete.
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