tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890416885446831282.post1069448946882709329..comments2024-02-29T21:32:07.974-05:00Comments on Lost in the Cheese Aisle: ECCLESIASTICAL EMPLOYMENTElissonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06299361897381169534noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890416885446831282.post-43127196119066876162017-03-30T11:48:16.857-04:002017-03-30T11:48:16.857-04:00That Botafumeiro is downright scary. Holy Smokamol...That Botafumeiro is downright scary. Holy Smokamoley!<br /><br />And you don't really need a Haisse Dondeh if you got nuns. Especially nuns with rulers. "Smacko!"Elissonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06299361897381169534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890416885446831282.post-88869542457132758812017-03-29T03:17:06.016-04:002017-03-29T03:17:06.016-04:00"...whoever gets to swing that incense censer...<b>"...whoever gets to swing that incense censer."</b><br /><br />That would be another priest. But there is one censer that no priest can carry down the aisle: the monster <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8zZE_HJd2g" rel="nofollow">Botafumeiro</a> at the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela.<br /><br />My own staid, boring Presbyterian church didn't have a Haisse Dondeh (the Swiss influence in our branch of Protestantism makes us an orderly, well-behaved, instantly self-organizing bunch), but the private Catholic school that I taught at in the early 1990s had plenty of nuns who were constantly performing that function. Being Catholic, they probably had the Latinesque designation for a Haisse Dondeh: something like "E sede ioasse dona de raeda foccinnao."<br />Kevin Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01328790917314282058noreply@blogger.com