Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676

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Ironically, I appear to be anchoring the end of a line of religious men. Family records trace a direct male line back eleven generations over 400 years, through a handful of reverends and missionaries, to the father of the man pictured in the stamp above.
Paul Gerhardt, remembered on this 1957 German stamp, was a Lutheran pastor and hymn-writer in 17th century Germany. (Coincidentally, my father’s family was living in Germany at the time this stamp was issued.) His words are still found in hymnals throughout the world.
Gerhardt lived during the religious conflict of the Thirty Years War, and preached at the church of St. Nicholas in Berlin, where he became immensely popular even as the conflict between Lutherans and the Reformed Church raged.
From Christian Singers of Germany, by Catherine Winkworth:

His sermons, as well as his writings, were so free from controversy that many Calvinists attended his services, and his hymns had no greater admirer than the pious Electress Louisa, who herself belonged to the Reformed Church.

However, he lost his appointment at St. Nicholas after refusing to sign an edict drawn up by Prussian Elector Frederick William I, prohibiting ministers from both the Lutheran and Reformed Churches from attacking each other’s doctrines. Although Gerhardt apparently refrained from such attacks anyway, he felt the edict violated the legal rights of the clergy.

Accordingly a great number of the clergy refused to sign, and were deposed; and these were in general strongly supported by their flocks. Nearly the whole of the Berlin clergy took this part, and one of the most resolute among them was Paul Gerhardt, who being very ill at the time, assembled his brethren around his sick-bed, and entreated them to be steadfast in asserting their right to freedom of speech.

Gerhardt had already lost three of his five children, and during the time following his removal from office his wife and a fourth child died, as well. Apparently, many of his most beautiful hymns were written during this time.

Meanwhile the city of Berlin did not take the loss of its favorite preacher quietly. Meetings were held and petitions addressed to the Elector — first by the burghers and guilds of trade, then by the Town Council, and finally by the Estates of Brandenburg, whose entreaty was said to have the support in private of the Electress herself.

Eventually, the Elector offered to reinstate Gerhardt based on his history as a conscientious preacher. But Gerhardt refused when it became clear he would be expected to follow the spirit of the edict even if he wouldn’t be required to sign it. Gerhardt then moved out of Berlin, accepting a post in Saxony, where he lived until his death in 1676.
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What to make of descriptions of an ancestor who lived four hundred years ago when certain character traits sound a hell of a lot like oneself? And like one’s father? And grandfather?

He had a very tender and scrupulous conscience, and wherever a question of conscience seemed to him to be involved, he was liable to great mental conflict and an exaggerated estimate of trifles.

Spam Fighting Tip

Apple has posted an AppleCare Knowledge Base document discussing how rendering an HTML email message might lead to more spam. It explains why you should have your email program configured to deny network access when displaying HTML messages.
To change these preferences in Microsoft’s Entourage or Outlook Express for the Mac, choose Edit >> Preferences >> Mail & News, then select the Read tab so you see the screen below. (Sorry, no examples for other programs/platforms at this time, but the procedure should be reasonably similar).
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The most important option to leave turned off is the “Allow network access when displaying complex HTML.” Keeping this option unchecked prevents the techniques used to gather valid email addresses (yours!).
I always keep HTML rendering turned off, as well. Relevant information is still easily found when the HTML email is from a trusted source (Amazon or Ofoto, for example). And you can always turn rendering (and only rendering, not network access) back on temporarily to read a message that’s unintelligible.
Continue reading to see examples of messages with the “Display complex HTML in messages” option turned on and off.

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Something For Everyone

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Amazon.com is certainly, uh, branching out. Reading some of the product reviews for the above item (I think I’ll leave it unnamed to prevent unnecessary search engine visits) is entertaining. Among them:

UNHAPPY USER:
“Disappointing and a bit painful. The size of the item means it might work well on ‘large’ women.”

HAPPY USER:
“No more wandering the interstate truck stops all night. Just turn it on and let ir (sic) turn you on. Anyways my only complaint is the battery life cycle, but that can easily be remedied with a soldering iron, bridge rectifier, and AC power outlet.”

My First Note

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In a recent letter from my mother, she enclosed a bit of my past that she’d wisely saved for a time when I’d need some stray bit of fluff to post on a personal website.
Apparently, what you see above is the first note I ever wrote. I forgot to ask my mother if she remembers when I wrote it, but I’d guess it was when I was around eight.
What I lacked in penmanship and spelling, I made up for in sass. And I doubt I grabbed $50 from the money jar — it was more likely 50 cents.
The movie I was referring to was actually Cat Ballou, that classic western romp starring Jane Fonda and Lee Marvin. This would have been the first of several times I saw this movie when I was a child, and I loved it.
When I wrote this note, my family was living in Denali National Park in Alaska. We had no television reception in our tiny Park Service community and it was before VCRs caught on. For audio-visual entertainment during the long winter months, the community association organized movie nights (once a week on Fridays, with a repeat of the same movie on Sunday). Each family got to choose one movie each winter. This method of choosing movies ensured an interesting selection, but a bad pick one winter could leave your family the butt of jokes until the following year when another round of picks offered redemption.
The first movie I saw after my family moved to Denali was the Peter Sellers’ movie, The Party. I was seven at the time, and for weeks afterwards a friend and I would re-enact, on a snow hill, the scene at the beginning where the soldier keeps getting shot when he tries to play his bugle.

New Year

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Happy New Year everyone.
I just got back from two days up at Hakuba resort, about an hour away from Nagano. Went boarding both days, and spent New Year’s Eve at a small house party in nearby Omachi. At midnight, we went to a small shrine in the woods, surrounded by huge, towering trees. As we approached on the snowy path, a huge bonfire glowed and flickered from within the forest, and the sounds of a shrine gong rang out. We were among several dozen people — children, parents, grandparents — who lit incense at the temple, drank proffered sake, accepted a mikan (mandarin orange) and then stood around the bonfire visiting. The colors of the shrine were bright, and the bonfire warm, creating a cozy enclave in the midst of the silent forest, white with snow and black with night.

Chopstick Fiasco

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The above picture was taken in 1981 during a family trip to Japan. Though my Grandpa and I shared impeccable taste in fashion, we definitely did not share skills with the chopsticks. Having lived the first thirty years of his life in Japan, he was a pro. I, on the other hand, can be seen using a crude scrape and shovel method. And look at the hand position! The chopsticks look like they’re upside-down.
After my embarrassing display of ineptness during that trip to Japan, I was promptly enrolled at the International Academy for the Development of Gifted Foreign Chopstick Users where, after years of stern tutelage that pushed me to my physical and emotional limits, I became the celebrated and much-honored chopstick master that I am today.