March 23rd, 2008

Multicolored Ovoids

In Iran, right about this time of year, they celebrate with decorated eggs.

Not Easter eggs.  Nowruz eggs

Nowruz , the Persian New Year, kicks off on the vernal equinox.

It's no exaggeration -
in fact, it's quite exact -
to say egg decoration
deserves examination
since its colorful history
seems to be shrouded in mystery.

Bloody Boors

Catholic Schoolgirls Against The War, a group which mysteriously contained male members, staged an obnoxious disruption of Easter services at Chicago's Holy Name Cathedral.

As Cardinal George was about to start sermonizing, the "schoolgirls" stood up in the aisles, sprayed stage blood on themselves, and began shouting anti-war slogans.

The congregation booed them.

It's not that the congregation, or the cardinal, is particularly pro-war.

I'm sure they were booed just for being jerks.
From where I sit, that works.

Cemetery Etiquette - Jogging?

Sometimes, when out for a run, I jog along the paved roadways of a cemetery.  I've been wondering about the etiquette of this.

Usually, I have at least one close relative buried there, and I do stop by the grave briefly.  But a few times I have been in some cemetery where I don't "know" anybody.

So far - I've heard no complaints.  I'm careful to never venture near a burial service.  I don't run on grass.  I yield the right of way.  You don't want to intrude on grief.

Most of the time these place are empty.
The names of the ghosts flash by as I jog -
hopelessly far, but whispering close.