Corneille Janssens (/ˈdʒænsən/;Dutch: [ˈjɑnsəns]), commonly known by the Latinized name Cornelius Jansen ([ˈjɑnsə(n)]) or Jansenius (28 October 1585 – 6 May 1638), was the Dutch Catholic bishop of Ypres in Flanders and the father of a theological movement known as Jansenism.
He was born of humble Catholic parentage at Acquoy then in the province of Holland, now in Gelderland, the Netherlands. In 1602 he entered the University of Leuven, then in the throes of an ideological conflict between the Jesuit — or scholastic — party and the followers of Michael Baius, who swore by St. Augustine. Jansen ended by attaching himself strongly to the latter "Augustinian" party, and presently made a momentous friendship with a like-minded fellow-student, Jean du Vergier de Hauranne, afterwards Abbé de Saint-Cyran.
After taking his degree he went to Paris, partly to improve his health by a change of scene, partly to study Greek. Eventually he joined Du Vergier at his country home near Bayonne, and spent some years teaching at the bishop's college. All his spare time was spent in studying the early Fathers with Du Vergier, and laying plans for a reform of the Church.
remembering van wars with tim.
chocolate cake, beans and pie, cold cuts, tomatoes, salad dressing.
getting drunk with Drive By Punch, staying in that bed and breakfast,
Bradey pissed the bed again, bradey pissed the bed again.
another day on the road goes by, it was the best day of my life.
if this tour gets any better i'm not coming home.
what the shit?
nothing's going according to plan and five hundred bucks
that we don't have just might fix this broken van.
endless snow everywhere we want to go.
another closed down highway, another cancelled show.
Montreal with Caroline, Complete's cases of homemade wine,
High Five Drive in Winnipeg, JerryCan and Withecourt fans.
pissed off cops in North BC, trashed hotels with DGB,
and you know when we're in town, there's a huge party at Browns.
let me thank you for these wasted years.
you think this little shit is going to bring me down or sen me home,
it's not going to happen.