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Today we celebrate the birthday of Girard Desargues, born in 1591. He was a mathematician who proved a buncha stuff about some strange kinda geometry.

Last night was another Wednesday Evening In Lent, another church dinner combined with a presentation by somebody from some other religion, in this case, a Jewish couple.

For a religion supposedly derived from Judaism, it's astonishing how little Christianity shares with Judaism except for our Old Testament being based on a rather mangled mistranslation of their Holy Scriptures. We share almost none of their holidays, for instance, and very few of their dietary hangups.

Most Jewish holidays commemorate some sorta escape from oppression by one imperial power or t'nother. The typical Jewish celebration can be summed up thusly: "They tried to wipe us out. We survived. Let's eat!"

And then on the way home, the snowstorm obliterated our view of the lunar eclipse. It appears to have gone to successful completion however, because the nice full moon was happily in view this morning when I strolled out to get in our Washington Post which was miraculously not packaged in an excess of plastic bags for a change.

And so today there'll be a funeral for somebody that I just barely knew who he was. Then there'll be the funeral luncheon. In the Episcopal church, you see, a funeral can be summed up thusly: "He died. The rest of us are still alive. Let's eat!"

Happy Eating!

OrneryPest