The Metonic cycle is a period of 19 years (235 lunar months), after which the new and full Moons return to the same days of the year. New Moon to new Moon is one cycle. It appears as a thin curved shape, but I think of it as the time when we cannot see the Moon. The Metonic cycle was the basis of the ancient Greek calendar and is still used for calculating movable feasts such as Easter.

Intermission -
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To a world full of idiots: Easter is not a pagan holiday. In Latin, it is called Pascha; in Greek, it is called Pascha; and in French, it is called Pâques. Only in Germanic languages does the word “Easter” appear. Easter parallels the German word Ostern, of uncertain origin, but likely deriving from the Catholic designation of Easter week as in albis, a Latin phrase that was understood as the plural of alba (“dawn”) and became eostarum in Old High German. That is how eostarum begot Ostern begot Easter.

Back to math -

“The recurrence is not perfect, and by precise observation the Metonic cycle defined as 235 synodic months is just 2 hours, 4 minutes, and 58 seconds longer than 19 tropical years. Meton of Athens, in the 5th century B.C., judged the cycle to be a whole number of days, 6,940. Using these whole numbers facilitates the construction of a lunisolar calendar …  For example, by the 19-year Metonic cycle, the full moon repeats on or near Christmas Day between A.D. 1711 and A.D. 2300.” Wikipedia [slightly edited to clarify time periods]

1711 to 2300 = 589 years
589/19 (the Metonic cycle) = 31
365 days/31 = 11.7741935 (months in a year, not 12)

A question on Quora prompted me to learn what the Metonic (Meton) cycle is.

Take me there and then press fast-forward, projecting all that stuff and me to the present.

Deus vult! Deus vult! Deus vult!

A lad of about 30 served Mass alongside Alexander, age eight, last Sunday. I do not know this man, but he stood in the confession line with me. I did not know he was making his confession to be ready to serve. By happenstance, this video became the right moment to speak about him. Update: I was told that our parish now has 110 altar boys.

​When I was eleven, a boy bullied me. One day, he followed me home. It was after school, around 3:30. Kathy, four years older than I, saw it. I managed to get into the basement, and she asked, “Is he bothering you?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Do you want me to tell him to leave you alone?”

“Yes.”

Kathy, the tough white girl, got rid of him for good.

​Someday I will tell how she earned that reputation, which made me and my brother exceedingly valiant.

My father was at work at the time. He did not see what happened. However, he must have been aware. He arranged boxing lessons for me. I did not want to take boxing lessons, but I consented. I consented to everything he said. The same week lessons were to start, the dentist became an interventionist. He said, “Bobby needs braces.”
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Now, looking back on it, boxing lessons would have been a good thing.
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“Don’t riot.”

​Has the run-of-the mill conservative ever been told not to riot?

LMAO



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