I read through my site today, and was disheartened. My posting here has gone from mediocre to occasionally decent to awful. I blame School, Humidity, and Ralph Nader. In that order.
Today in my 7.50 Spanish class, I openly mocked my professor's cartographical deficiency. He took it rather well. I was right; it was a terrible map. I have seen cows that could draw better ones. But then I have known some very skilled cows.
I have reached the nadir. I no longer do work. I pretend to enough that I am able to coast sufficiently in all of my classes. But finals are coming up quickly-- I envision a large, gnarled, hunchbacked, snarling man with a snaggletooth and a knotty wooden club, running at me barefoot, and sort of mumbling to himself-- and I think my carefully constructed academic playhouse is going to fall down.
And I was worried about Dr. Barbeau asking us to produce "sophisticated rhetoric." Pah.
I am getting a sort of tan, I think. I hesitate to declare it for I do not want the dermatology gods to wax capricious and torment me with a peeling burn or never-ending blinding whiteness. Oh, to be like Kara, with her built-in tan. A pox on my Northwestern European genetics.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
I found myself saying "eh" to God today.
I am nearly sure I need to be slapped.
Familiarity breeds contempt. I need to be constantly reminded of God's Godhood. I need to be trained to see His work. My eyes are bad.
Easter Sunday at Believer's the message was titled "Tombs." Everyone is within some sort of tomb, constructed by themselves, sealed by others. And I found myself crying. Not because I am in a tomb; but because, ever so recently, I was in one...and I can still hardly realize that I'm not anymore.
God, keep me thus in ecstatic incredulity at Your feet.
I am nearly sure I need to be slapped.
Familiarity breeds contempt. I need to be constantly reminded of God's Godhood. I need to be trained to see His work. My eyes are bad.
Easter Sunday at Believer's the message was titled "Tombs." Everyone is within some sort of tomb, constructed by themselves, sealed by others. And I found myself crying. Not because I am in a tomb; but because, ever so recently, I was in one...and I can still hardly realize that I'm not anymore.
God, keep me thus in ecstatic incredulity at Your feet.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Emperor's New Clothes
With indecisive certainty
I put pen to page,
A measure of vulnerabilty in each stroke.
I know nothing
But you don't see it.
You will read here what you will.
What would happen
If I did not and the paper
Were blank? I fancy
From what I know of you
You would smile as you are smiling now and say
as you are saying now,
"I like that;
it's good."
I put pen to page,
A measure of vulnerabilty in each stroke.
I know nothing
But you don't see it.
You will read here what you will.
What would happen
If I did not and the paper
Were blank? I fancy
From what I know of you
You would smile as you are smiling now and say
as you are saying now,
"I like that;
it's good."
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Revelation in a parking lot
Rain pelted pavement, lightning kicked a yeilding sky, thunder growled at the quiet earth. I hurried through the drops, cringing at the wetness.
Then I heard His voice. And in one gust of wind my eyes and ears were opened.
Rain wet thirsty soil; lightning danced on clouds to the rumbling baritone melody of the thunder. Raindrops played on windshields, mud glorped happily at my heels, wind spread the smell of clean through a tired and grimy city. The heavens declared glory, the storm told of wondrous works to the weary, distracted children of men.
Then I heard His voice. And in one gust of wind my eyes and ears were opened.
Rain wet thirsty soil; lightning danced on clouds to the rumbling baritone melody of the thunder. Raindrops played on windshields, mud glorped happily at my heels, wind spread the smell of clean through a tired and grimy city. The heavens declared glory, the storm told of wondrous works to the weary, distracted children of men.
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