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Benedict's Sister
Feb. 10th, 2006 12:50 amSo, St. Benedict, born in Umbria in 480a.d. had a twin sister, Scholastica. I'm going to go out on a limb here and suggest she's the patron saint of Elementary School book sales. And yet, I am incorrect. She's the patron saint of convulsive children, nuns, storms, and against rain.
Benedict and Scholastica were very close. Well, as close as a monk and a nun could be. They visited each other once a year. One day she wanted to spend another day with her brother, and he informed her that he never spent a night away from the monastery.
So she looked a little upset, said a little prayer to God asking him to make Benedict stay with her one more night. Suddenly a raging storm rose up and gave Benedict good reason to stay indoors. Supposedly they stayed up all night speaking of pious things, then three days later she died. Not long after that, so did he.
We'll get to Benedict in March.
Today was a reasonably productive day. I have managed to get to the gym during the day for four days so far this week, and this pleases me.
While in the gym, today, I realized that I need noise cancelling earphones. I got a pair of Shure E2c phones. They will block out the crap that people play on the main stereo system.
In addition to bad music, some beast turned the channel to Jerry Springer while I was at work. It had been so long since I have watched that show. It's rancid. They manage to find the crepiest people who somehow need to tell the other some dirty secret involving them sleeping with their boyfriend or girlfriend's mom/sister/brother/brother-uncle/whatever.
And since I saw this spew without audio(the radio was playing), I had no idea what they were saying, but something made the hillbilly cheating boyfriend take of his shirt and leave his tie on.
It was major eye poison. I can't believe Springer is still purveying this stench-plagued program.
Benedict and Scholastica were very close. Well, as close as a monk and a nun could be. They visited each other once a year. One day she wanted to spend another day with her brother, and he informed her that he never spent a night away from the monastery.
So she looked a little upset, said a little prayer to God asking him to make Benedict stay with her one more night. Suddenly a raging storm rose up and gave Benedict good reason to stay indoors. Supposedly they stayed up all night speaking of pious things, then three days later she died. Not long after that, so did he.
We'll get to Benedict in March.
Today was a reasonably productive day. I have managed to get to the gym during the day for four days so far this week, and this pleases me.
While in the gym, today, I realized that I need noise cancelling earphones. I got a pair of Shure E2c phones. They will block out the crap that people play on the main stereo system.
In addition to bad music, some beast turned the channel to Jerry Springer while I was at work. It had been so long since I have watched that show. It's rancid. They manage to find the crepiest people who somehow need to tell the other some dirty secret involving them sleeping with their boyfriend or girlfriend's mom/sister/brother/brother-uncle/whatever.
And since I saw this spew without audio(the radio was playing), I had no idea what they were saying, but something made the hillbilly cheating boyfriend take of his shirt and leave his tie on.
It was major eye poison. I can't believe Springer is still purveying this stench-plagued program.
