ICYMI, Friday's links are here, and include Thomas Edison's sci-fi novel, a Victorian dinosaur park, how to celebrate the Feast of the Ass, and why you can't take an orange through customs.
We haven't dug as far into the earth's crust as you might think (in spite of what Jules Verne wrote):
The typical grave is 6 feet down.
Most Olympic swimming pools are 10 feet deep.
Nile crocodiles dig burrows as deep as 39 feet deep.
The Paris Catacombs are 65 feet underground.
The ancient city of Derinkuyu lies 279 feet below Turkey.
The Greenbrier Bunker in W. Virginia, built to keep Congress safe in an emergency, is 720 feet underground.
The Woodingdean Well is 1,285 feet deep. It's the deepest hole that humans have dug by hand.
The deepest known point in a cave is in Krubera Cave in Georgia.
Switzerland's Gotthard Base Tunnel is the deepest railway tunnel.
Mponeng in South Africa is the world's deepest gold mine.
The Kola Superdeep Borehole is only 9 inches wide. Russian scientists have been drilling it since 1970. It's now deeper than the deepest part of the ocean. The bottom is 356˚F, which is too hot for drills to go any further.
In 2012, Exxon completed the Z-44 Chayvo Well. This oil well is the deepest humans have dug.
It would take another 60,000 feet to reach the end of the crust and another 21 million feet to the center of the Earth.
It snowed in the D.C. area over the weekend; the grandkids had a snow day and are restless, so I put together a bunch of the snow-related stuff I've either posted or linked to over the last few years.
The Feast of the Ass (Latin: Festum Asinorum or asinaria festa, French: Fête de l’âne) was a medieval, Christian feast observed on January 14, celebrating the Flight into Egypt.
It was celebrated primarily in France, as a by-product of the Feast of Fools celebrating the donkey-related stories in the Bible, in particular the donkey bearing the Holy Family into Egypt after Jesus‘s birth.
Practices:
A girl with child on a donkey would be led through town to the church, where the donkey would stand beside the altar during the sermon, and the congregation would “hee-haw” their responses to the priest.
Mass was continued, and at its end, apparently without awakening the least consciousness of its impropriety, the following direction (in Latin) was observed:
In fine Missae sacerdos, versus ad populum, vice ‘Ite, Missa est’, ter hinhannabit: populus vero, vice ‘Deo Gratias’, ter respondebit, ‘Hinham, hinham, hinham.’
(At the end of Mass, the priest, having turned to the people, in lieu of saying the ‘Ite missa est‘, will bray thrice; the people instead of replying ‘Deo Gratias’ say, ‘Hinham, hinham, hinham.’)
Can’t imagine why we don’t do this anymore. (I’m sure a few readers will insist that, in places, they still do…)
Per Chamber's Book of Days (website - scroll down to the Feast of the Ass section): A hymn, as ridiculous as the ceremony, was sung by a double choir, the people joining in the chorus, and imitating the braying of an ass. Ducange has preserved this burlesque composition, a curious medley of French and medieval Latin, which may be translated thus:
From the country of the East,
Came this strong and handsome beast:
This able ass, beyond compare,
Heavy loads and packs to bear.
Now, seignior ass, a noble bray,
Thy beauteous mouth at large display;
Abundant food our hay-lofts yield,
And oats abundant load the field.
Hee-haw! He-haw! He-haw!
True it is, his pace is slow,
Till he feels the quickening blow;
Till he feel the urging goad,
On his hinder part bestowed.
Now, seignior ass, & c.
He was born on Shechem's hill;
In Reuben's vales he fed his fill;
He drank of Jordan's sacred stream,
And gambolled in Bethlehem.
Now, seignior ass, & c.
See that broad majestic ear!
Born he is the yoke to wear:
All his fellows he surpasses!
He's the very lord of asses!
Now, seignior ass, & c.
In leaping he excels the fawn,
The deer, the colts upon the lawn;
Less swift the dromedaries ran,
Boasted of in Midian.
Now, seignior ass, & c.
Gold from Araby the blest,
Seba myrrh, of myrrh the best,
To the church this ass did bring;
We his sturdy labours sing.
Now, seignior ass, & c.
Hinhan eleison Kyrie eleison Hinhan eleison
While he draws the loaded wain,
Or many a pack, he don't complain.
With his jaws, a noble pair,
He doth craunch his homely fare.
Now, seignior ass, & c.'
The bearded barley and its stem,
And thistles, yield his fill of them:
He assists to separate,
When it 's threshed, the chaff from wheat.
Now, seignior ass, & c.
'With your belly full of grain,
Bray, most honoured ass, Amen!
Bray out loudly, bray again,
Never mind the old Amen;
Without ceasing, bray again,
Amen! Amen! Amen! Amen!
Hee-haw! He-haw! He-haw!'
Here's a YouTube video of the hymn being performed by an Italian group of strolling players:
Remember to extend warmest greetings on the occasion of this feast to those you love!
ICYMI, Wednesday's links are here, and include an $800 belt with airbags to protect your hips, the anniversary of Julius Caesar crossing the Rubicon River, how illegal shipping containers reshaped the world economy, and (via video x-ray camera) how hamsters fit so much in their cheeks.
