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captainsblogGather ye rosebuds while ye may and arrr arrr arrr. Some combination of friends and family will be making the not-quite-annual pilgrimage to the Sterling Renaissance Faire, a bit northeast of Rochester and not far from Oswego's fair shores. And it's their first-ever Pirate Weekend! What this means, quite, remains to be seen, although I'd be hesitant to carry off any of the plunder from the wench auction. Ye never know what kind of curse might be on't.
We'll be aiming to get out there by parade time, which is 1, 12 central and 6 Greenwich mean time, so if anyone else is making similar sylvan plans, holler before the coaches depart here midmorning.
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I just finished one of (doubtless) many shameless knockoffs of DaVinci Code treading on Templar territory. The legend has always appealed to me long before Dan Brown got his proverbial adverbials into it. The interest goes back to my original tours of the Inns of Court from my summer spent "clarking" in London, and also from our actually taking the Inns tour on our honeymoon given by the author of, and which was among the four tours used in, the 1981 walking-tour book entitled Londonwalks. The Inns walk ends with a detailed explanation of the Templar legend, including detailed descriptions of the Friday the 13th massacre, and also of the nasty repercussions to those who took the Templars out. These would include, most notably, English King Edward II, whose idea of "celebrity poker" is a little different than yours or mine.
But I digress. The particular spin-of-yarn I just finished added a new aspect to the story. Suppose the Knights weren't guarding a grail (whatever THAT might mean), or vast buried treasure, or even WMDs, but an actual handwritten journal containing the words and thoughts of Christ Himself. The novel concludes either that (a) there was such a secret diary, which (1) proves or (2) disproves Christ's divinity; or (b) there was no such diary; or (c) there was one but it was a fake; or (d) Taft.
What it definitely does not reveal is the time period covered by any such journal. Since most of the accepted gospels are totally silent on what would have been the Emo Phase of Our Lord, perhaps such a journal would shed some heavenly light on these missing years.
I have a few excerpts here:
The Secret Diary of Yeshua Son of Yosef
Tamuz 9, 3764
OMFOMFOMF Mary Magdalene was at the dance tonight! I so wanted to ask her out but Thomas said she was acting like an attention horah.
I've got to be more careful with those jugs. "Dad" found some drunken cockroaches in the bottom of one of the water casks and was asking everyone where that wine came from. I made a face and said, "But I don't even like Manischewitz!"
Elul 3, 3764
Got my final class schedule from the new shul. Hebrew first period again. I hate having to translate in my head at that hour. Lyre and cymbal ensemble right before lunch, and then a double period shop class every other day. Weird thing is, Mom said when the schedule first came, it had some stuff on it I didn't sign up for. "Changing stones into bread?" Dude, guys don't take Home Ec. And what was that "throwing yourself off the Temple" thing? I've already GOT gym, LOL! I'd like to know who this Mr. Mestophiles is, anyway. He must be new this year.
Kislev 5, 3765
Huh?![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
j00das_1s_scary defriended me. And after school he was paying for everybody else's Nerds.
Just what I needed after a bad day. Some Pharisee assyarmulkes tried shoving me into my locker after math class for showing them up. I told them, "go right ahead, I'll get out."
Av 22, 3765
Sorry I haven't been posting much. Too much on my mind. Romans mad at me for correcting their grammar. Talmud Alley's been brutal on the fics I've written. Still not Savior.
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Maybe going out tomorrow in a bunch of open fields under trees isn't the best of ideas.
We'll be aiming to get out there by parade time, which is 1, 12 central and 6 Greenwich mean time, so if anyone else is making similar sylvan plans, holler before the coaches depart here midmorning.
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I just finished one of (doubtless) many shameless knockoffs of DaVinci Code treading on Templar territory. The legend has always appealed to me long before Dan Brown got his proverbial adverbials into it. The interest goes back to my original tours of the Inns of Court from my summer spent "clarking" in London, and also from our actually taking the Inns tour on our honeymoon given by the author of, and which was among the four tours used in, the 1981 walking-tour book entitled Londonwalks. The Inns walk ends with a detailed explanation of the Templar legend, including detailed descriptions of the Friday the 13th massacre, and also of the nasty repercussions to those who took the Templars out. These would include, most notably, English King Edward II, whose idea of "celebrity poker" is a little different than yours or mine.
But I digress. The particular spin-of-yarn I just finished added a new aspect to the story. Suppose the Knights weren't guarding a grail (whatever THAT might mean), or vast buried treasure, or even WMDs, but an actual handwritten journal containing the words and thoughts of Christ Himself. The novel concludes either that (a) there was such a secret diary, which (1) proves or (2) disproves Christ's divinity; or (b) there was no such diary; or (c) there was one but it was a fake; or (d) Taft.
What it definitely does not reveal is the time period covered by any such journal. Since most of the accepted gospels are totally silent on what would have been the Emo Phase of Our Lord, perhaps such a journal would shed some heavenly light on these missing years.
I have a few excerpts here:
The Secret Diary of Yeshua Son of Yosef
Tamuz 9, 3764
OMFOMFOMF Mary Magdalene was at the dance tonight! I so wanted to ask her out but Thomas said she was acting like an attention horah.
I've got to be more careful with those jugs. "Dad" found some drunken cockroaches in the bottom of one of the water casks and was asking everyone where that wine came from. I made a face and said, "But I don't even like Manischewitz!"
Elul 3, 3764
Got my final class schedule from the new shul. Hebrew first period again. I hate having to translate in my head at that hour. Lyre and cymbal ensemble right before lunch, and then a double period shop class every other day. Weird thing is, Mom said when the schedule first came, it had some stuff on it I didn't sign up for. "Changing stones into bread?" Dude, guys don't take Home Ec. And what was that "throwing yourself off the Temple" thing? I've already GOT gym, LOL! I'd like to know who this Mr. Mestophiles is, anyway. He must be new this year.
Kislev 5, 3765
Huh?
j00das_1s_scary defriended me. And after school he was paying for everybody else's Nerds.Just what I needed after a bad day. Some Pharisee assyarmulkes tried shoving me into my locker after math class for showing them up. I told them, "go right ahead, I'll get out."
Av 22, 3765
Sorry I haven't been posting much. Too much on my mind. Romans mad at me for correcting their grammar. Talmud Alley's been brutal on the fics I've written. Still not Savior.
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Maybe going out tomorrow in a bunch of open fields under trees isn't the best of ideas.