one monster after another
I thought I would go out tonight, but I thought wrong… instead of being this close to finishing my move to my NEW PC!!! I am instead scrubbing out this: Sigh.
what we ask
On Sunday, my small group talked through 1 John, chapters 4 & 5. We particularly spent time poking at The Elder’s instructions on prayer: I write these things to you who believe in the name of God’s Son so that you can know that you have eternal life. This is the confidence that we have […]
sufficiently advanced
Arthur Clarke’s Three Laws of Technology When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong. The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible. […]
mom privilege
Three different blog-post ideas bubbled up as I drove to and from a movie this afternoon. Clearly, the stifling effect of wrassling with seven authors’ essays mapped into two papers has passed. (They were due Friday at 4pm.) As I’m driving and mulling this sentence, I think: it’s like facilitating Girl Scout Brownie meeting. All […]
one down
And one paper to go!
finger exercise
You know I struggle when I try to discern what’s regeneration time and what’s straight-up procrastination. Each. Time. I had thought that, after thirty-some years of paying attention, I would be better at this discernment by now. At least so that I could rest in my resting-! Sigh. Two school-papers remain to be written. There […]
today: the cleaner
…with a side order of “the errand-runner” (not pictured) (Last week it was The Internet Researcher. I shift around.)
eschatology of moving
There’s a super-catchy tune on the Austin airwaves these days titled, “No Roots.” A line from the refrain keeps sticking in my ear, “I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground.” It’s the end of the term. I’m chugging a bunch of theologians and my brain leaks words like “eschaton” and […]
clouds like quilt-middles
When the sky has pulled batting across its whole, the obvious thing is to mirror it on the ground, pulling the quilts up by your ears. Also, though unrelated: my flesh seems to be coming unmoored from my frame. While I was driving, the muscle around my ankle quivered like a sock with failed elastic. […]
almost another thesis
No really. It’s ridiculous. When I scribbled “vineyards not wheatfields: what is it about vineyards and not wheatfields? what’s the difference?” in my digital notebook, I presumed I could do a quick rummage around and get what I wanted… or at least enough to go on. Thousands of years of these oral/written texts—for vineyards and […]