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A theorist, organist, and conductor, Jeff Ostrowski holds his B.M. in Music Theory from the University of Kansas (2004), and did graduate work in Musicology. He serves as choirmaster for the new FSSP parish in Los Angeles, where he resides with his wife and children.
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“As the subject of the language of worship was discussed in the Council hall over the course of several days, I followed the process with great attention, as well as later the various wordings of the Liturgy Constitution until the final vote. I still remember very well how after several radical proposals a Sicilian bishop rose and implored the fathers to allow caution and reason to reign on this point, because otherwise there would be the danger that the entire Mass might be held in the language of the people-whereupon the entire hall burst into uproarious laughter.”
— Alfons Cardinal Stickler, peritus of Vatican II

He's At It Again . . . And Again.
published 6 December 2012 by Jeff Ostrowski

N THE PAST, I have written four or five articles about the following phenomenon: “When one’s brain notices an unfamiliar word, you will see it again within 24 hours.” If I feel super ambitious, I will go and get all the links to my past articles. Here [url] is one such article.

A few days ago, a priest wrote me an E-mail that included the words “mutatis mutandis,” which is a phrase I don’t see all that often. I looked at them, made a strong mental note, and moved on. Later that same day I was reading an article in Sacred Music by Dr. Kurt Poterack with the following title: “Mutatis Mutandis.”

A few minutes ago, I was reading to my little daughter to put her to sleep. In the “Bunny Story,” the word “crocus” was mentioned. I am not very familiar with the word “crocus.” I thought to myself, “I remember about a year ago when I read this part, and soon after I saw 'crocus’ in a completely different context.” Less than twenty minutes later I read the following in a Sherlock Holmes adventure:

“Which of you is Holmes?” asked this apparition.

“My name, sir; but you have the advantage of me,” said my companion quietly.

“I am Dr. Grimesby Roylott, of Stoke Moran.”

“Indeed, Doctor,” said Holmes blandly. “Pray take a seat.”

“I will do nothing of the kind. My stepdaughter has been here. I have traced her. What has she been saying to you?”

“It is a little cold for the time of the year,” said Holmes.

“What has she been saying to you?” screamed the old man furiously.

“But I have heard that the crocuses promise well,” continued my companion imperturbably.

“Ha! You put me off, do you?” said our new visitor, taking a step forward and shaking his hunting-crop. “I know you, you scoundrel! I have heard of you before. You are Holmes, the meddler.”

Am I the only one who thinks this phenomenon is amazing? It happens so often . . .

Just the other day I named four (4) hard drives “Saffron 01,” “Saffron 02,” “Saffron 03,” and “Saffron 04.” A few hours later, I am researching a tune name and it turns out to be . . . “Saffron Walden” !


The picture you see is our daughter, Carmen. She taught herself to “smile for the camera” to the utter amazement of her parents.