Got up from that computer and jumped into the sea.
MUNDOBLAINEO IS BACK! My erstwhile website can now be found at http://www.mundoblaineo.org . I have stopped being a com and become an org.
working on rescuing my domain. Mundoblaineo will rise again!
just wasn’t made for these climes. (Too hot. Now, San Francisco, there’s a good climate. Why did I leave there?)
Wakes to a neighborhood power failure. This means only mobile internet for breakfast and no fan. Lord lord.
Sitting at an outdoor concert of Greek polyphonic music. Very nice.
is pleased to see that
his laundry hamper is empty, down to the weird stuff at the bottom that never
makes into the laundry queue. This is a quarterly phenomenon dependent
upon the weather
Thursday, May 27, 2010
August 10, 2009
Today is the first time I have marked the existence of a name day for me. When I was a devout catholic boy, the apparent lack of a saint’s day was a source of unease for me. Also, everyone in greece has a name day, which is more important to them than their own birthday. Everyone, that is, except me, until today!
This from wikipedia
Saint Blane (Old Irish Bláán) was a Bishop and Confessor in Scotland, born on the island of Bute, date unknown; died 590. His feast is kept on 10 August. He was a nephew of St. Cathan, and was educated in Ireland under Sts. Comgall and Kenneth; he became a monk, went to Scotland, and eventually was bishop among the Picts. Several miracles are related of him, among them the restoration of a dead boy to life.
The Aberdeen Breviary gives these and other details of the saint’s life, which are rejected however, by the Bollandists. There can be no doubt that devotion to St. Blane was, from early times, popular in Scotland. His monastery became the site of the Cathedral of Dunblane. There was a church of St. Blane in Dumfries and another at Kilblane. His name is recorded on the Scottish landscape at Strathblane in the central lowlands from Loch Lomond to Dunblane. The year of the saint’s death is variously given as 446, 590, and 1000: 446 (Alban Butler, Lives of the Saints) is evidently incorrect; the date 1000, found in Adam King, Kalendar of Scottish Saints (Paris, 1588), in Dempster, Menologium Scotorum (Bonn, 1622), and in the “Acta SS.”, seems to have crept in by confusing St. Kenneth, whose disciple Blane was, with Kenneth the King of Scotland about 1000. The highest authorities say the saint died 590. The ruins of his church at Kingarth, Bute, where his remains were buried, are still standing and form an object of great interest to antiquarians; the bell of his monastery is preserved at Dunblane.
|From my son Ian|
I gave my son Ian a mobile phone. I know I know, microwave radiation and etc., but….Friday I waited and waited in front of the President Hotel for his schoolbus, and no Ian. Called his mother, we both freaked out for a while, she called the bus driver, he not on bus. After some freaking out, we established tentatively that he was still at school. I went out there in a taxi and shouted until he finally decided to emerge from whatever hole he had been occupying. With a phone, this could have been avoided. That is, provided that he had it on. Provided that he doesn’t lose it.
Once we got it up and running, he proved remarkably deft at handling it. Parents say this all the time, but it should be no surprise. He was born into a world in which most things are operated by menu-driven software, from the television to his Nintendo. No one marvelled when we could operate the hot and cold water taps. It’s just the shape of his world.
Anyway, I got it free from my phone company when I renewed my contract for 2009, so it’s okay.
We spent some very good father/son hours fooling around with his phone this morning, sending photos to each other with bluetooth and discussing fine points of navigation through the operating system. Because it is a sony-ericsson like mine, we can share a lot of things. I was pleased that he wanted me to send him my red photo of buddha so that he, too could use it for wallpaper.
Togetherness in the 21st century.
never fear. all of this mucking about is just me getting re-acquainted with this blog place. maybe i will go elsewhere, anyway.
|From Blogger Pictures|
Greetings, sports fans. I had a blog here, but it seems to have disappeared. Not lost. Gone, but not forgotten. Perhaps I will put more up here. we shall see.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
MISS COLORADO GREEK NATIONAL THEATRE
Hear ye, Hear ye, come one come all.
I am currently appearing as an actor with the Greek National Theatre in the role of Miss Colorado, an american drag queen living and working in the circus in Greece. In the course of my drag queenly duties, I also play violin, guitar and bass, as well as singing one rousing number on wheels.
The play is called ‘I Nykta Tou Mystikon” or “The Night of Secrets” by Greek playwright Akis Dimou. It is directed by Elli Papakonstantinou with music by Dimitris Kamarotos and costumes and sets by Kenny MacLellan. Also appearing in the show are, Laertes Basileou, Thanansis Katsafados, Thodoris Evthimiadis, Athina Masimou and Peggy Trikalioti.
Performances are at Ethniko Theatro, Nea Skini, Synkrono Theatro Athinas,
Evmilpidon 41, Gazi, Athens, Greece.
Wed.-Sat. 21:00, Sunday 19:00 until January 20.
Ticket information at
2103455020, 801-11-60000, 2106786000