It was nice enough Sunday to get out in the yard and do a little cleanup. We have an ornamental trash-catcher bush in the front yard – I think it’s some kind of hawthorn, and I think it’s some kind of ugly nasty encroacher that’s going to see its last spring. Not only is it overgrown and ugly 11 1/2 months of the year, it shelters a merry little band of voles that have been feasting on the grass for a couple of years – I figured out what they were at the end of the summer, but then it…
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I hate Tuesdays. I’m on the international desk. Which means that I get to take calls from crabby prima donna apparel buyers in Greece (frickin’ Greece, man) need to book an earlier flight to Milan. Right. Now. In business class. Or there would be hell to pay. Fortunately, it was available. In America, sometimes the class wars take place between business and coach.
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According to Edward Hasbrouck’s excellent travel blog:
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A friend passed this one along: “When marriage between gays was by rite” Boswell’s book, The Marriage of Likeness: Same Sex Unions in Pre- Modern Europe, lists in detail some same sex union ceremonies found in ancient church liturgical documents. One Greek 13th century “Order for Solemnisation of Same Sex Union” having invoked St Serge and St Bacchus, called on God to “vouchsafe unto these thy servants [N and N] grace to love one another and to abide unhated and not a cause of scandal all the days of their lives, with the help of the Holy Mother of God…