Thursday, November 26, 2009

#5 Too Tight

November 26th, 2009

This is it
The aching pulse fills my fingertips
A growing worry in a growing period of grace
When everything is clumsy.

Words contracting, exhaling
Seeping out like sweat, thoughts tumbling
Everything’s right and rosy.

And wrong.
They’re green and yellow
My feelings, a coward and a swindler
Nothing fits.

Too tight
A shirt from childhood
Ideas that are worn-out, stolen
But baggy and loose.

It doesn’t fit. I
Don’t fit in lines and paragraphs and
Colouring pages.

Help me find it, help me see
What you see, how you know, how’s it’s written

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

We're Eating Pepper and Chips!

November 25th, 2009

I am hungry for everything, and nothing right now. I just went into the kitchen because I couldn't ignore my screaming stomach any longer, but there's nothing there that I want. I guess I just want pasta. But I'm not about to make any. So good luck with that, stomach.


Tuesday, October 20, 2009


October 20th, 2009

So, I've been making an effort to keep a journal of my dreams in the hopes that, by recording the patterns that occur regularly in my dreams, I'll be able to recognize them in the future and thus train myself to have lucid dreams. Basically, I'm hoping that by recording my crazy dreams, I'll be able to notice a pattern, and the next time it occurs, A-HA! I notice, and "wake up" in my dreams, and proceed to do cool things.

But so far, there aren't many patterns, mostly just really weird, random, crazy stuff. But, I've been noticing that since I've started journaling my dreams, they have become much, much more vivid and detailed, and I haven't had a "blank" night for 10 days straight. Cool! So, here is last night's dream. It was one of my most vivid and longest dreams ever, I reckon.


I am surfing on a grayish-blue ocean with about three other people. The waves are rough and it's getting overcast. We have to return to the beach -- something is wrong, but it's nothing terrible. Someone has to get back to attend a concert. Since the waves are pretty unruly, I decide to surf back slowly, and eventually make it back to shore where we have to surf our boards into a net (something like a hockey net), which is necessary for the competition we're in. We had to buy the waves that we wanted to surf on, I think. Anyway.

One of my friends never comes back to the beach. He was my (imaginary) boyfriend's brother in the dream. A search-and-rescue operation then ensues to try and find him. My part in the search involves riding a horse in the water underneath gigantic piers, behind the official horse-searching lady. I keep slipping and almost falling off of the horse's back -- we are riding without a saddle and it's hard to grip onto the horse. Our methods of searching include grabbing protruding planks under the pier and ringing the water out of them by making the horse move forward while we hang on to a plank, and examining the water that pours out for blood.

After the (unsuccessful) search, we gather in a house that it seems all the surfers, including me, live in. I feel really alienated, because it appears that everyone considers my friend's disappearance to be my fault. I lock myself in the bathroom after a very large woman exits, and there is pee all over the floor, and she can somehow talk to me through the toilet. This makes the toilet water splash all over the place and I can't sit on it, even though I have to pee quite badly. I can't remember what she was saying, though. Luckily, there are two toilets. The other one is a portable one, however, and I'm ain't about to hit that up, yo. The sinks in the bathroom are really strange and old, with thick and messy caulking all around the faucets.

Suddenly (or did this happen before?) I am teleported to camp, where I am in a really, really rundown staff cabin, in which it appears that one side of the cabin has been sawn off, and now the door that would have connected the two sides leads outside. It's fall, and the general feeling in is one of creepiness. The cabin is really musty and hot inside, so I keep the door open.

And it seems that I'm narrating this entire dream to someone else, to try to justify my actions in losing my friend. Also, my "boyfriend" in the dream will not publicly admit that it was his brother than drowned/disappears.


So yeah. My dream life is pretty crazy and confusing. I'll dictate more weird dreams as they come - I have another one about a contest on Twitter involving a prize of lego blocks that I might type up later.



This seems like something that might happen in one of my dreams, probably.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Flowers and Food

June 25th, 2009

Why hello there, world!

I apologize for my hermit-ness and non-postage. It's been a while. So, basically, I'm working my little buttski off this summer, living in the Suds and working at two jobs... one full-time, and one part-time! It's a lot of running around, and I'm beginning to feel it. My free evening are precious! And this is one of them! Don't you feel special?

I love summer! LOVE IT. The sunsets over the last few days have been glorious - it's upward of 30 degrees here, and for some reason, the sky is like yeeeeah, paaaarty! It's so nice to go for strolls in the cool of the evening around the neighbourhood... makes me think of how AWESOME it must have been (and will be, in Heaven!) to stroll around with God in the garden of Eden. Wow!

I've been reading a lot of good books - you lady-types out there might like this series I'm reading, called the Yada-Yada Prayer Group:

It's really great. It's so real - you feel like you actually know the characters as dear friends. I love it! I'm finished the second book, and need to go pick up the third at the library soon!

Also, I have some food-related stories for you! Firstly, have any of you seen these before?!?!

They're called "golden raspberries". I was grocery shopping the other day, and they shocked me with their weirdness -- so of course, I had to buy them. Not really that exciting, they taste just like normal raspberries, just in a yellow format. So they were kind of cool for a change, but I couldn't help but thinking that they looked strangely rotten or something.

Secondly, you need to run to your kitchen and make this right now:

It's called curry-glazed chicken, and it's wonderful. Yes. I made that. It made my tumtum happy. Here's the recipe (I always say "ree-sipe" in my head. like, always.)

Curry-Glazed Chicken

1/2 tbsp butter

1/8 cup honey

1/2 tbsp dijon mustard

1 tsp curry powder

2 chicken breasts

Preheat oven to 375 degrees. While oven is preheating, measure the butter into a 9x13 inch baking dish, and put it into the oven to melt. When the butter is melted, remove and stir in the honey, mustard, and curry powder. Add the chicken breasts to the pan, turning them over to coat them with the mixture on all sides. Bake for 45 mins, turning the chicken over after 20 mins. Makes 3-4 servings.

The original recipe called for 1/2 tsp of salt, but I forgot to add it and it tasted wonderful anyway. I guess you could add it into the pan with the other stuff, if you're like, really desperate for salt or something. But it's delish. That lovely white-ish fluffy stuff underneath the chicken is couscous, which I had never tried before, but now am best friends with. It's great! Easy as minute rice to make, and a good soaker-upper of sauces. Yum!

Lastly, and not food-related-ly, the other day I came home after a long day at work (haha, lame) and there was a big pickle jar with flowers on it on my porch. Hmm, I thought. I guess the landlord is trying to beautify the place so he can sell the apartment below mine -- you know, make the place a bit more attractive. And THEN, I saw that there was an envelope nestled in the bouquet... and lo and behold, it was from Mark! Who is at camp, making the situation much more romantic and special :) He sent them in with the director, who was running to the city to do some shopping.. and it made my day. Here are the flowers, which are pink peonies, my absolute favourite flower -- and they just so happen to grow at camp :D

Monday, March 23, 2009

Tiffany Learns How to Operate Hyperlinks Much to Her Enjoyment

March 23rd, 2009
Hmm. It seems that I am a bad, bad lady and I'm not writing my exegesis like I should be right now, since it's due on Wednesday. Which is in two days. And I'm so close to the end! I always get discouraged when the light at the end of the tunnel is the brightest. I guess it's just because I wish it was over, RIGHT NOW ALREADY.

I wonder if that hyperlink thingy worked up there. I'm pretty techno-savvy, eh? I bet you didn't even consider the fact that I had to figure out how to make that link-y doodad in order to better inform you about the ins and outs of exegetical work, since I am too lazy to explain it myself!

You know what? I think I'm gonna broaden your internet mind for just a second here.

Presenting: My most favourite websites (in no particular order whatsoever)!

1. The Pioneer Woman. What a wonderful blog. The author (Ree) updates the site often enough to placate my voracious internet ADD, and it's always enjoyable. Lots of cooking fun and entertaining stories, and beautiful photography, too.

2. Boundless. It's the Focus on the Family website for young adult-y types, that I think I've alluded to before. Full of informative goodness. Things sometimes get a little controversial, and I think that's part of the draw, for me.

3. The Weather Network. I'm a nerd.

4. Oh, the wild world of wacky urban legends. I love how these often come up in conversation, and then I can CRUSH PEOPLES' DREAMS by telling them that the anecdote they just imparted was, in fact, just a myth.

5. Modcloth. I really, really like their clothes. Mostly I just stare and sigh. Audibly.

6. Blogthings. Looking for a way to kill a couple of hours? Do some meaningless quizzes on blogthings! Woooooo

7. Plugged In Online - because nobody likes nasty surprises in movies. Well, I mean ratings-wise. You know, not plot twists or anything.

8. Camp ABK. 'Nuff said, I think.

9. Q90 FM. Everyone's favourite radio station from Wisconsin that I just happened to stumble upon. Good Christian tunes to clean your room by.

10. Threadless. Awesome t-shirts for bargain-basement prices. I've got three of my own - and one for Mark.

Whee! That was fun. There are many more on my list of really cool places to visit on the interwebs, but that will have to wait for later. Besides, 10 is a nice, round number. Speaking of nice and round, my middle is feelin' it lately. HA! Seriously, I'm upping the crunches these days.

Procrastinatorialy (yep, made it up)


Please enjoy this nice picture of goldenrod (?) I took at the LCF/NCCF retreat last fall. Not even photoshopped! Not even!

Friday, March 20, 2009

Cellphone and Cookies, Yum!

March 20th, 2009

Well, I've decided to illustrate a few goings-on around here with some pictures, artfully photographed by yours truly.

First, I got a new cell phone! It's so cute and square and teensy-tiny computer-like:
Shiny! I'm lovin' the gold, so bling-bling.

It's pretty cool. And, check out the textational technology:

Wooowwwww! Crazy, I know. Show us a close-up of the texting keys, you say? Oh, alright.

Pretty sick. And the front of it can be all glowy and number-y.

And yes, that is a camera there, too! Lots of settings.

Secondly, I made cookies today. Oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies, to be exact. They are superb.

These ones are for Mark and his family. Note the cautionary sign to house-dwellers.

These ones are fair game, though! Yum.

Mmmm. Fresh and yummable.

Mouth watering, yet? Because mine is. Lucky me, I can go eat one. I might in fact. Hey, maybe I'll even eat three. There are no rules for home baking consumption, as far as I know. Too bad for you, reader, that you can't nibble away with me.

Poor reader.

Poor, poor cookie-less reader. Sigh.

High blood-suger levelly,


Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Pink and Book-y

March 18th, 2009

I love this picture. It's just my glasses on a Bible on my nightstand at home, but it just looks so peaceful and pink and book-y. I really want a new digital camera. A good one. I'm having a serious case of camera covetousness. Bad!

Actually, in my Religion and Violence class we've been learning all about the mechanisms surrounding human desire, and it's very enlightening. Basically all desire, according to Rene Girard, is actually mimetic - humans mimicking each other, or another thing. This is where rivalry starts.... very Cain and Abel-esque. Cool, though.

Now we've transitioned into the non-violence part of the course, and are reading the Bhagavad-Gita, which is interesting. Well, homework calls. So does bed, but homework calls louder.



Monday, March 16, 2009

"A man leaves his darkness when he follows the Son"

March 16th 2009

Spring is coming! Today I was able to go about my day in only a hoodie. How wonderful! The snow is starting to melt and it's smelling all spring-y and there are big melty puddles to avoid. It's a wonderful time of the year.

Also, there are only 3 weeks left of classes before exams! YAY/AHH! I have 5 papers to complete before then. How horrifying. In other news, I have an apartment for next year, which is quite thrilling. It's a cozy little place that I can really see being so homey and awesome. It even has a sunroom - how great is that?

Aaaand finally, this place: is really cool, and I want to buy every item of clothing and every accessory from it. Most especially, this bathing suit

And this SWEET jumpdrive shaped like an old-school cassette:

So yeah. Alas, I am too poor to buy these things... maybe someday!



Wednesday, March 11, 2009


March 11th, 2009

When I lick knives, it makes me feel like a pirate.

That is all.


Monday, March 9, 2009


March 9th, 2009

I'm just not content to have a plain existence. I want colour, I want vibrancy, no straight lines.

When will it be right? When will I figure out how to convey, how to say it? How to deliniate it perfectly in my mind? Will you understand it when I do?

Will this anxious feeling be forever?

I am a flying bird, a yellow one, arching higher in the last orange rays of the aching sun. I can feel the wind in my feathers, I close my eyes and feel the sensation of soaring, of freedom, the playground of light and beauty, the orange light caressing, brightening, making me alive.

I am a flying bird.

Saturday, March 7, 2009


March 7th, 2009

I love a good graph. Especially when I don't have to do any kind of calculation involving it. This one tickles my fancy:

song chart memes

Har har!
more music charts

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

The Protagonist

March 4th 2009

My prof asked my class tonight to imagine that we were characters in a story. He then asked, if you could change anything about the character, what would you change? Would you enjoy this story? What would make it better? More interesting?

What a delicious thought!!!

Am I enjoying the story so far? Yes. There are parts that are too painful to read, and parts that are sweet, and parts that are funny. It's a well-rounded story, I think. Would I change the character? Yes. She would be more creative and fearless, she would paint (a lot) and write more, and express herself in an outward manner, instead of keeping it in. She wouldn't care what anyone thought. She would dance more. She would do things that were daring and bold, she would go on adventures, even if they were just small ones. She would appreciate the beauty around her, she would smell the air, she would take long walks often.

She would do things just because, she would stop overanalysing. She would cook fantastic meals for herself, and bake for others. She would volunteer, and stop worrying about "having enough time". She would go to bed early and get up early. She would read her Bible more and thirst to KNOW GOD. She would write the words on her heart.

She would FEEL more.

She would let people know how much she appreciated them (I really do!) and love them more. She would stop worrying about her appearance, and believe her boyfriend when he assures her she is beautiful. She would look to God first for affirmation. She would stop wasting her life on the computer and do things she actually enjoys. She would sew more. She would take more delight in the little joyful things of life.

She would stop wishing, and turn her brain waves into action.

That is all.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Dishwashing Escapades!

February 28th 2009

So, last night for LCF was one of our semi-annual dishwashing adventures. Basically, the group divides into groups of three and tackles the SSR rez, going door-to-door asking people if they have any dirty dishes that they would like washed - for free. People are very, very amazed at this prospect, wondering incredulously at how this service could possibly be for free.

Last night, as we were questioned again and again about the cost of our dishwashing services, I kept reflected on the thought of a free gift - and how we sinful humans really don't understand the concept. People come to your door unexpectedly and ask if they can wash your dishes for free - you question their motives. When God offers you the gift of salvation for free - no monetary fee, no quota of good deeds to be filled - we question that, too.

Ephesians 2:8-9 spells it out:

"For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— not by works, so that no one can boast."

Free. The gift of grace. How amazing!

All in all, it was a great night. People were really grateful for this free gift, and it felt so good to be able to serve them whole-heartedly. It was pretty neat to see the state of disarray each kitchen would be in when we arrived, and how nice it looked when we left. One boy's apartment in particular was quite grody - we went the whole nine yards for them, and cleaned the top of their stove, the counters, their coffee pot and stand, and their microwave. I hope the cleanliness blessed them! It blessed me. We kept coming up with catchy little spiritual analogies as well - "hey, this is like what Jesus told the lepers - be clean!" haha, all in good fun of course.

We had one guy ask us where he could find a church on campus, and were able to direct him to All Nations, and then he gave us sort of a Bible drill (?!) which was interesting.

Anyway, in other news, I've become a little obsessed with finding pictures of really great-looking interior decor and saving them to my laptop, in hopes of someday being able to consult them when decorating my own house :) it's fun! For example:

I just love this bedroom! It's so bright and cheery. The colour of the walls and the pink on the bedspread is just awesome.

Anyway, I better get going, another busy day ahead!

With dishpan hands,


Saturday, February 7, 2009

Overheard Comment...

February 7th, 2009

I overheard a couple of older ladies talking, leaving the classroom that I was going into for my night class this past week. They were discussing various topics related to marriage, which inevitably led to a discussion on divorce, with one woman declaring that all couples should be ready for divorce at any time, especially when first entering into a marriage. She quoted the "fact" that 50% of marriages end in divorce, and proceeded to berate women who see any meaning in the white dress, solemn procession down the aisle, etc., as living in a fairytale. Well.

I know it's good to be cautious when entering into any relationship. It's wise to ask God's guidance throughout, trusting in His providence to steer a relationship in the paths He would set out for it. But I think preparing for the almost "inevitability" of divorce is a sad, misguided, and wrong thing to do. The person you decide to marry, should be the person you decide to marry FOR LIFE. That's the promise you enter into. Barring abuse or infidelity, that is the promise you need to keep.

So, needless to say, I was saddened by this woman's view on the covenant of marriage. This topic has been on my mind lately, as I have just discovered - which is a Focus on the Family site for "young adults" (haha)... it's got some really great articles. You should check it out. Seriously.

Well, I guess I better go, Mark's coming to pick me up soon and I'm ready! Ahhh!

With lots of confetti and bubbles,

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Taylor Swift and Other News

Well, I guess I should admit it.

I actually like Taylor Swift. I know, I know, I am staunchly and firmly in opposition to country music in all of its incarnations. But her music is just SO CATCHY! I love "You Belong With Me", although it is slightly creepy, and if I were the love interest's tacky girlfriend, I would be SO out to get Ms. Swift. Seriously, that's dangerous business right there.

In other news, I have an essay due on Thursday that simply will not start itself. What a dilemma. I think I should just get it over with and quit school.

Also, my very kind and generous mummy and daddy bought me a new printer on the weekend, to replace the one that hasn't worked ALL YEAR. I am so pleased! I named it Louis to match my laptoppy, who is named Louise.

Anywho, I guess I should get going, maybe if I go to sleep now I will be more motivated in the morning to get some good headway in for my essay. It's driving me bonkers.

With all my fondest regards,

Aww, look. It's Louis and Louise cuddling!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Mmmm, Routine

January 28th, 2009

You know what I love? Getting into a nice, calming routine. Seriously, I think my life pretty much squanders away when I can't feel comfortable in my daily routine. But I think I am finally settling into one. I love just being able to come home and set my "school life" aside and just chill - watch Dr. Phil, make some dinner, relax for a while. And I think my "after school routine" is really helping me establish my "going to bed routine" - which is probably even more essential. I tell you, if I don't have a good routine for bedtime, I end up staying awake until all hours of the night, doing silly things like browsing the internet, reading, etc. So now I'm getting a bit better at managing my evening time, and it feels wayyyyyy less stressful.

Which is nice :) I was in bed at probably 11:15 last night, and read a chapter of my book (Vienna Prelude by Bodie Thoene - - it's SO good!) and then had a nice deep sleep. Ahhhhh!

It's not that I don't like spontaneity or variety - it's just that for my everyday, "usual" life, I need routine to help me function. I wonder if other people have this need. Hmmmm...

Also, another thing that I love A LOT is a new little dessert/snack that I discovered. Probably the entire world knew about this before me, but it's so delish! Basically, I just cut up an apple into little chunks, mix a tablespoon or so of brown sugar and a bit of cinnamon in, and microwave it for 40 seconds. It's so great - it's like a bowl of apple pie filling, but crispier and just YUM. So I make that a lot after dinner. MMmmmmmmm.

Well, that's it for now.

With all the sweetness of apple pie,

p.s. - This is HILARIOUS. Seriously. I laughed out loud.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

... This Cannot Be!

January 24th 2009


I am shocked by an article I just read. Let me paraphrase: basically, a family went to a grocery store to get their son a personalized birthday cake. The store refused, based on the fact that the name the parents requested be inscribed on the cake was innapropriate.

What was the child's name, you ask?

Guess. Seriously. Just guess.

ADOLPH HITLER. That's right. They named their child Adolph Hitler Campbell. The couple also has two other children: Joyce Lynn Aryan Nation Campbell, and Honszlynn Hinler Jeannie Campbell. What. The. Heck.

You can read the whole article here:

Apparently, the children were removed from the home recently, but it's unknown as to why. The parents also deny that they are neo-Nazis or admire Hitler (?!)

This is just so puzzling to me - why would parents that appear (in the videos on the above website) to care for their children, give them such horrible names? Names that are just ASKING for trouble? There is a LOT of inherent stigma in those names. I really feel for these children - and their parents, too. What a misguided choice on behalf of the parents, and what trauma awaits the children if their names are not changed!! I'll be praying for the whole Campbell family - maybe you will be, too? The children deserve a normal childhood, and the parents need a change of heart. Preferably towards Jesus.

Oh man. Now I am searching up terrible baby names. My goodness!

All for having discretion in naming children,

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Many Ellipses! In More Than One Sense!

January 22nd, 2009 (this new blog format doesn't add the date for me! So I will post it myself.)

Today is a good day. I guess it WAS a good day, by the time I'm done posting this! I had a presentation in the Bible and Literature, about the imagery of the tree in the New Testament, which was very interesting and appealing to me, both as an English student and as Jesus follower. Actually, it sparked my interests - maybe I will start studying the Bible in terms of topics? I think I might enjoy that for a change. My Bible times always seem so random and aimless. I think I could really benefit from some structure like that.

Mark, Mike and I went back to the gym for the first time since......... long, long ago. It was nice though, the new facility is really shiny and clean and smells less dusty. I did 18 minutes on the elliptical, plus some weights (I never know what to call the whole "weights" dealio, since there are machines, and the free weights... I don't even know what the machines are called!!!). It was pretty refreshing. Mark taught me some excercises with the free weights that will (hopefully) tone my upper arm/flabbly wibble-wobble. (HAHA by the way, that made me laugh!)

Tomorrow is my day off/chili making day, which should be fun. I'm in one of my homebody phases, so that is right up my alley. It will be a regular old chili making party, as my Burns associates are coming over to assist with the chopping and other procedures - with the end goal of producing enough chili to satisfy a hungry crowd of LCFers on Saturday after the skating party.

Speaking of skating, there is a COOL looking skating path across Ramsey Lake that we might try out (we meaning Mark/Mike/Kate and I, not the royal "we"!) tomorrow - it's so neat! Just a lazy winding path plowed across the ice, but it looks so enchanting to me. I can't wait to try it out! Hopefully I'll remember to blog about it.

Love and skates,


Wednesday, January 14, 2009

I'll Curl Up With You


A tin of foxglove seeds becomes an unlikely gift, one that saved and life and gave life, a poem etched in aluminum, a promise in a jar. Hatching, taking flight, the seeds produce the seasons, rising and falling as the dance in happy circles past the pavement and debris. Alighting, slowly they revolve, the seeds mingling with the freshness of the air, the tang of hope, the crisp flavour of drying laundry, sheets and pillow cases. They hit the window panes, bounce and recoup, recoil and bounce again. Sliding downward they burrow in the cracks in the casements, the sweet wisps and tendrils caressing the chipped paint and splintery wood of the frame. The dusky window welcomes them, age reflected in smudgy fingerprints and impacted dust, little eddies of time. Further yet the seeds fly on, saying goodbye to the brothers left behind. Swirling into the landlocked field they go, searching the decaying perimeter of sandy tires and stained cloth, rumpled garbage bags, lying shiny and riddled with suspicious lumps in the waning afternoon sun. they dance across the spine of a forgotten bed frame, rust peeling and shedding like the feathery skin of an ancient snake. Some follow the route of the frame to the motherly earth, embedding themselves into the crumbly soil, taking hold, placing roots - flourishing. They will grow and spread, grow and bloom, eclipse, create, blush fragrance from petals bright and glistening in morning’s dew. They too will hatch seeds, they too will send them forth with the wind produced by the most delicate of purplish sails, bidding them farewell into the world with the most dainty, the most promise-filled of kisses.



So. Right now the weather network tells me that it's -28 degrees. MINUS TWENTY-EIGHT. As in, if-you-venture-outside-you'll-more-than-likely-freeze-to-death temperature. YIKES! Leaving for my class does not seem like a very alluring idea, but I suppose it must be done. I kind of like bundling up in a way, it makes me feel adventurous!

Today I stayed in bed for an absurdly long time.... I think I justified it by reminding myself how cold it was outside. But I did finish one of my novels for my class tonight, so I guess it was worth it.

LCF won our first soccer game last night!!!! It was so exciting, 0-0 until almost the very end, when my very own knight in shining armour scored the winning goal. It was awesome! Definitely the best game so far. I've been doing well at picking up the cheer leading lingo that makes it sound like you actually know what you're talking about. And, I actually am learning a bit about soccer, which is nice. I was sure to throw in a bunch of "nice hustle!" and "good D!" out there. And of course, the ever popular "stay on 'em, stay on 'em!" I'm a regular sports fan!

Anyway, if you feel like listening to a good song, look up "wedding dress" by derek webb on youtube. It's amazing, and so poignant.....

Hope you don't freeze your extremities off today,


Wednesday, January 7, 2009

New Bible + I'm Sick = Blog Post


So, a new semester is upon us. Things are looking pretty exciting so far, I'm actually kind of pumped for my new classes. Basically, in two of them (The Bible and Literature, and The Pauline Epistles) I'm studying the Bible. For reals! It's actually sick. I bought my "text book" from the bookstore on Monday, and would you believe that it's actually the Bible? It's the New Revised Standard Version, with which I have no previous experience. Does anyone know about the reliability of this version? Anyway, it's a giant GIANT Bible, and it's annotated... oooh!!! So it's pretty neato. It also includes the Apocrypha, of which I have an irrational fear. I used to have strange dreams all the time that I would be flipping through my Bible, and I would come across these weird books that I had never heard of before, with crazy names and stuff.... and when I was skimming this new Bible and came to the Apocryphal books, I had the same feeling as I do in the dreams. Weird. I don't actually have to read them for the course, but I am still up in the air as to whether I actually have any desire to read them on my own or not. Our church fathers concluded that they're not God's inspired word, so I guess reading them would really serve no purpose except to quench my own curiosity, but I have a feeling that it's not a very good idea, for some reason. They make me feel uneasy!

I'm also in a class called "Religion and Violence", which examines the treatment and views on violence from a couple of different religious viewpoints, and the notion of whether or not religion promotes or decreases the amount of violence in our world. We'll be focussing mostly on Christianity, Islam, Judaism, and Hinduism. It should be pretty interesting. The prof began the class by reading John Lennon's "Imagine" to us, so I am pretty sure of where he stands.

In other news, I am sick. Again. Coughing is no fun, neither is perpetually clearing one's throat. Especially the throat clearing, particularly because it makes you continually swallow air, therefore causing an inordinate amount of burps. Yuck.

Yikes, I am tired! Class tomorrow at 10:00am, not too early! Yay! And a soccer game tomorrow night, with me residing as the unofficial team mascot and cheerleader. Goooooo LCF! Should be fun.

With all my love and affection,