St. Justin Martyr’s Dialogue with Trypho Podcast!

Every once in a while I do a search for mentions of my stuff online, and I found that Mr. and Mrs. James Rennie of Dead White Guys have recorded my public domain text of St. Justin Martyr’s Dialogue with Trypho the Jew as a podcast! (He’s Justin and she’s everyone else.) The actual podcast files are also archived (or whatever they call it for podcasts!) in various other places, like here where I first ran into it. There are a number of readings of various other Church Fathers as well.

How cool is that?! It’s a joy to hear. Also, hearing it read, I think I have a little more work to put into it to make it better for reading, but it does remarkably well in its current edition. What a fun resource!

He even pronounces my somewhat odd last name as I do: edge-km, not -comb, like the thing you fix your hair with. The -comb(e)/-cumbe ending comes from the Old Celtic kumbos, according to the OED, which means valley. We’re supposed to be in the Domesday Book somewhere, though I’ve never looked it up. A couple of old family houses are a medieval one here and an eighteenth century one here. The family apparently came to the Colonies before they got uppity; though I don’t know the details, some others in the family have written all that up. There’s also a Mount Edgecumbe in Alaska, an Edgecombe County in North Carolina, and a city Edgecomb on Maine. Neat, huh? Now, back to the subject!

Score!

Sometimes living in Berkeley is just like living in a dream.

This afternooon, in a gorgeously breezy, warm (65-ish), cumulus-strewn and peekingly sunny break between alternately Noachically Delugional and St. John the Divinely Apocalyptic storms (“Each Comes Complete with Your Own Power Outage and Free Bonus Reading by Candlelight!”), I took a walk downhill to one of our many unbelievably great Berkeley bookstores, my favorite, Black Oak Books.

And what to my wondering eyes did appear?
But Labat’s Sixth Edition, at a price not too dear!

Yes, rather than a brand new copy, which I had been planning on buying at near $100, I found a used copy in perfect condition, without a single mark but the bookseller’s price in pencil, positively a steal at $35.

On picking up and seeing the price in the most beauteous copy of said Manuel d’épigraphie akkadienne, in the middle of the oh-so-intellectually quiet store, the beguilingly blended wafting scents of damp wool and of aging books all around, Kevin was heard to exclaim, over the unobtrusive tip-tap of patrons’ umbrellas on the wooden floors, and quite indecorously loudly, “Score!” It will deservedly replace my old spiral-bound photocopy, a gift from my Akkadian professor so long ago, of the second edition.

I also picked up a similarly spotless hardback copy of Ugarit in Retrospect: 50 Years of Ugarit and Ugaritic for a mere $25, also a deal as a new copy is about $10 more.

And two loaves of Provolone-Olive bread from the Cheese Board.

And a nice large double mocha espresso at the French Hotel’s café for the walk homeward.

All in all, it was a beautiful day, the penultimate in a weekend through weekend vacation!

Happy New Year to everyone!

Beginnings

(Wow, is this thing actually working? Hello?)

Okay.

Welcome, reader, to my brand new blog, biblicalia. You might be able to tell from its name that the primary subject will be Biblical Studies (biblica), and other stuff (alia), including, but not limited to, Classics, Poetry, Patristics, Assyriology, Judaica, Early Christian Studies, Apocalypticism, Apocrypha, Pseudepigrapha, general and specific bibliophilia, not necessarily in that order, and all according to my opinion (which is, of course, always perfectly correct and beyond reproach).