
Born in 1964 – Ron Sexsmith, Canadian singer-songwriter.
Have a listen: The Words We Never Use
Born in 1915: Alan Watts, English-American philosopher.

Feast of the Holy Innocents.
Also, 15 years of marriage.
Image: Leon Cogniet’s Massacre of the Innocents, 1824.

Born in 1923: René Girard, French literary critic, philosopher, and anthropologist.
“No doubt the virgin birth of Jesus still resorts to the same ‘code’ as do the monstrous births of mythology. But precisely because the codes are parallel, we should be able to appreciate what is unique to it – what makes it radically different from the messages of mythology:
The various episodes around the birth of Christ, make palpable the humble beginnings of the revelation, its complete insignificance from the standpoint of the mighty. Right from the start the child Jesus is excluded and dismissed – he is a wanderer who does not even have a stone on which to lay his head. The inn has no room for him. Informed by the Magi, Herod searches everywhere for him in order to put him to death.
Throughout these episodes, the Gospels and the Christian tradition…place in the foreground beings foredoomed to play the part of victim – the child, the woman, the pauper and domestic animals.”

Born in 1949: Tom Waits, American musician, actor.

Born in 1940 – Richard Pryor, American comedian, actor, producer, and screenwriter.

Born in 1942 – Sharon Olds, American poet.

Born in 1930 – Chinua Achebe, Nigerian author and poet.
“Mr. Brown had thought of nothing but numbers. He should have known that the kingdom of God did not depend on large crowds. Our Lord Himself stressed the importance of fewness. Narrow is the way and few the number. To fill the Lord’s holy temple with an idolatrous crowd clamoring for signs was a folly of everlasting consequence. Our Lord used the whip only once in His life – to drive the crowd away from His church.”
― Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart

Born in 1922 – Kurt Vonnegut, American soldier and author.
“I will come to a time in my backwards trip when November eleventh, accidentally my birthday, was a sacred day called Armistice Day. When I was a boy, and when Dwayne Hoover was a boy, all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month.
It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.
Armistice Day has become Veterans’ Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans’ Day is not.
So I will throw Veterans’ Day over my shoulder. Armistice Day I will keep. I don’t want to throw away any sacred things.”
–from Breakfast of Champions