hermionesviolin: (self)
Today's Lenten Labyrinth talks about the story of the Samaritan woman and how Jesus was breaking all sorts of social boundaries . . . the usual stuff from that story . . . and then it goes on to say:
     As you ponder the out-of-character behavior of Jesus, at least out-of-character for a Jewish man of his time, remember that he was tired. I propose to you that, at the well, Jesus was not so much meek and humble of heart as sick and tried of heart. He was sick and tired, fed up with the silly laws that separate people, laws that brand women as inferior. He was sick and tired of those religious debates about which religion is superior to all others, the "Mine is best" attitude.
     Was Jesus also sick and tired of the fact that any group of people thought they could capture God and put God inside some little building on this or that mountain? His words to the woman at Jacob';s well seemed edged in impatience. Jesus said that God is Spirit, and so you cannot put God in any box or house.

The first few days in the book talked about death and stuff and I assumed it was a more conservative bent, but this is all blah blah inclusive. (And it's talked recently about wishing wells -- about gifting the goddess of the well, which made me all like, "Really? In a Lenten devotional book?")

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gym )

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Leap Year Google Doodle

[livejournal.com profile] in_parentheses says:
I love the idea of Leap Day as a day out of time -- it's like the extra hour for Daylight Savings, only we get twenty-four extra hours! Why isn't it a carnival day? Why are we all going to work like normal?
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Hey, Cat. The Economist came today, and one of the articles listed on the front cover is "In praise of the potato." I flipped to page 18 to find "The potato: Spud we like: In praise of the humble but world-changing tuber," which informed me that "The United Nations has declared 2008 the International Year of the Potato." There is also a book review:
History of the potato
Wonder-food

On the face of it, John Reader's new biography of the potato seems to have a silly title—"propitious esculent" is just a fancy way to say "helpful food"—and an even sillier subtitle. But that is because the virtues of the world's fourth biggest food crop (after maize, wheat and rice) and its influence on world history are easily overlooked. "I used to take potatoes for granted," the author writes. His aim is to discourage readers from doing likewise.
And lastly there's an article about the potato in Peru, where it was first domesticated. (I feel like only a British rag would come up with the punny "Llamas and mash" as a title for such an article.)

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I got everything squared away at work (well, I delegated one thing because I was still waiting on a response from her prof) and got to the TransLaw conference early and everything.

Between panels, a woman sitting next to me (Talia) made some superficial small talk comment, and we got chatting, and it actually would have been lovely for it to have gone on longer. This was extra nice 'cause I was feeling very much like most people there already knew clumps of people and I was just sitting there reading my book. (Not that I mind sitting and reading my book.)

I took brief notes on the panels, so there's actually a prayer of writeups happening sometime this decade.

Both panels ran late, and at 5:30 (when the second panel was originally supposed to end) I opted to stay for the half hour Q&A rather than extricating myself from my row to go make my preferred train back to Norwood.

I got dinner at the Harvard Square Qdoba (I had a Qdoba coupon that was only good for January/February) and then went to South Station and read. We're reading pieces of The Meaning of Jesus: Two Visions in adult ed at CHPC, and last week we did chapters 3-4 and this week we're doing chapters 9-10 but of course I feel the need to read all the chapters, and I actually finished chapter 8 right as my commuter rail pulled into my station, so yay for good use of my time.

I walked in to the sanctuary and saw MikeF. and JohnP. and I hugged Mike and he said he'd asked my mom to help with the offertory if I didn't get there in time so I should tell her I was here. I went and found her and we hugged and it was . . . not quite the feeling of hanging on for dear life, but . . . as my mom said later, "These are wounded people." I went back, and I hugged JohnP. and it was the same kind of hugging. Less prolonged, but the exact same feeling. I did a lot of shoulder/back rubbing and side-hugging and stuff with both of them throughout the evening.

I had thought I would go to Singspiration in part to get more information about the UCN drama, but most people just did the superficial "How are you?" / "Fine" exchanges -- and there are a variety of legitimate reasons to not talk about that stuff, especially with me (even though I feel like I'm a member of the church by proxy) and in this particular context. I am really glad that I went and was able to be a blessing to people. (And of course after we got home, my mom and I talked.)

People kept asking if I was staying at my parents', and I said I was staying overnight but then getting an early train back to Boston to attend a conference, and GinnyH actually asked me what the conference was, and I said, "transgender legal issues," and she didn't give me shockface or anything, in fact started asking me about it like had I learned interesting/useful stuff or something like that and I just went with it and did my best to answer -- since lots of different things had been brought up in the two panels I'd been to thus far. Other stuff came up and we didn't get far in the conversation, but still, I thought, "I'm so confused; aren't you supposed to be telling me how bad and deviant trans folk are and questioning why I'm going to this conference?"




"Joy Sadhana is a daily practice in the observation of joy."
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"Sin is necessary, but all will be well, and all will be well, and every kind of thing will be well."
-Julian of Norwich, Showings

Five good things about today:
1. I saw Allie waiting for the T this morning.
2. I had baby samosas (and eggplant with potato curry) for lunch.
3. [TransLaw] I spent nearly four hours listening to radical folk and did not feel profoundly uncomfortable.
4. [Singspiration] I told a member of UCN that I was going to a conference on transgender legal issues and she acted like that wasn't anything to remark on.
5. When my mom brought the car around when we finally left Singspiration (we stayed through all the cleanup) it was just beginning to snow lightly.

Three things I did well today:
1. At work, I wrapped up the stuff I didn't get to yesterday.
2. I looked into gay clubs in the Boston area as advance research for a friend's potential visit.
3. I helped with the post-Singspiration cleanup a bit.

Two things I am looking forward to (doing [better]) tomorrow:
1. More TransLaw conference -- which hopefully I will stay awake for (god I fail at going to bed).
2. Saturday night I will actually get to sleep for real. (I hope.)

weekend

Jun. 30th, 2002 03:03 pm
hermionesviolin: an image of Alyson Hannigan (who plays Willow Rosenberg) with animated text "you think you know / what you are / what's to come / you haven't even / BEGUN" (thanks to luckyth1rt3en)
Decided on a default LJ icon, for now. It’s this one that [livejournal.com profile] luckyth1rt3en made.

I read Joe’s LJ Friday night, and it reminded me that i love him, so i called him--though i did (mostly) trust him to actually call sometime that weekend as promised. Plus, his mom usurped his car for the weekend so he thought he might be going into RI with her on Saturday, and i definitely wanted to veto that in favor of hanging out with me. We chatted for a bit, and then he had to go out, so he said he’d call me on Saturday to let me know what he was doing.

Saturday i was online and read his latest LJ entry, so of course i had to IM him to comment on it. (I’m always tempted to just leave a comment, but instead i IM or call because we don’t converse enough.)

from my conversation with Joe -- yes, i have weird friends, but i love them )

Our conversation felt a lot like the conversations we had during the school, which is comfortable for me. The best part was when Joe said, “hey - how bout you come over today.” It occurred to me when i was telling my mother where i was going that afternoon that this was the first time that we had gotten together without me planning it all in advance. Friday night i had suggested us hanging out, but that was my sole contribution. Maybe there’s hope after all. (Though he looked stricken yesterday when i told him that when i get back from vacation i’m making him pin down a date for what weekend he’s gonna take me up to Durham.)

His mom had gotten her car fixed, so he could go to the show after all, so we could only hang out from 1-4, but that’s okay. Some time is better than none. He said if he had been totally car-less with no way of getting to the show he would have just gone with his mom to RI because even if we hung out, after i left he would be all by himself until about ten o’clock. I pointed out that there’s nothing saying i couldn’t have stayed all day. Maybe not ‘til ten o’clock, but until eight or something. He admitted that totally hadn’t occurred to him. Sigh.

Anyway, we had a nice afternoon. It was really nice to just hang out. No structure, no obligation, just hanging out. We ended up looking at photo albums and sitting out in his backyard and talking about college and the black hole that is Norwood. Just very laid-back and nice.

I’d purchased Fifty Acres and a Mule: A Story of Love, Livestock, and Finding Myself on a Farm (Jeanne Marie Laskas) at Rodney’s in Central Square, splurging with six dollars, because the last time that we hung out we’d talked about how the only thing we remembered from 8th grade U.S. History (we had the same teacher, different years) was “forty acres and a mule” -- the U.S. government wanted people to settle out west, so they would give you forty acres and a mule for free -- and this had to be a play on that phrase. That was from my Boston excursion last Saturday. Then the last time i was in Puddingstone i was walking out the door and i saw Wild About Muffins (Angela Clubb) facing out. I asked Diane if i could have it, and she said yes. Joe has this thing for muffins, it’s a long story, but suffice it to say that when i brought the books over on Saturday, Fifty Acres and a Mule amused him, but he was so all about Wild About Muffins.

There’s actually a whole series, including Wild About Potatoes (Marie Bianco). I looked it up on amazon (MLN doesn’t have it) and at the bottom of the page it says Search for books by subject: Cookery (Potatoes), which gives you 85 results. I was impressed. It’s all about the potatoes.

I stopped by Puddingstone on my way home, so that was another couple hours. Then my grandma and my brother’s friend came over for dinner. Then later that night i had nice long conversations with Beth and Sharon. Quite a social day.

Sharon said, “you've sounded tweaked the last couple of posts.” I like that turn of phrase. I’ve actually been generally good. I just hate not knowing where i stand (which is not unique to dealing with Joe).

We worked on making plans for my visit. I’m working the 29th, so i’ll be coming up the day of the concert (July 30th) and coming home Friday, August 2.

Boston to NYC is apparently only about 4 hours by either train or bus. Amtrak is $140 round trip, while Peter Pan / Greyhound is $79 (more like $66 with a student discount). I had thought it was 6 hours, and 6 hours on a bus would be a bit much, but 4 i can handle.

Sharon’s a bit nervous about this (and i probably should be, but i’m not ‘cause i’m just not like that) since we’ve never met in person, but she said “chances are, this will be great fun. and Laura [her sister] is excited about meeting you. and my mom said that any Buffy fan is welcome in her house.” Yeah, i’m feeling the family love. :)

Today’s been mostly boring.

My sleep schedule is totally bizarre. I couldn’t fall asleep until 1am and then woke up at 6:28. Sigh. Went to church -- representin’ the family ‘cause my mom slept in and my grandma doesn’t go in the summer. (We used to rotate with the other 2 Protestant churches nearby, which made sense because attendance drops during the summer with vacation and all, but a couple years ago United -- my church -- decided to hold regular services all summer. Long story involving poor communication and feelings of betrayal, but the point is that my grandma refuses to attend United during the summer.) Definitely kept dozing off during the sermon. Half an hour boring sermon in the heat. Thankfully i was sitting in the back and off to the side. Marilyn (who was sitting behind me) said later she thought i was gonna tip over a couple of times.

I came home via the Common because i wanted to check out the statue Joe was talking about. I don’t really notice stuff on the Common, but he really hates that statue. It was erected when he was in 3rd grade (so i was in 2nd), though it feels like it’s always been there. I looked today and it says “Protectors of the American Way.” Not quite as bad as “The American Dream” (which is what he had remembered it as saying), but it’s the same theme. It’s this tall grey pedestal with a metal soldier statue on each of the four sides, and on the pedestal is a metal statue of a man holding a baby and his arm around a woman. It also says “The price of freedom is eternal vigilance” and stuff on the sides of the pedestal. We have various “in memory of those who served” type statues on the Common and elsewhere, and while i could certainly do without them i don’t really notice them too much. I understand where Joe’s coming from. Heterosexual family, with the man as the protector. “Protectors of the American Way” implies that “the American Way” is this heterosexual patriarchal ideal that we fight to support. I’m fairly certain all the soldiers are male, so it’s also sexist. And they all look fairly generically Caucasian, so you can get racism in there too. I just can’t get properly riled up about it. I think it’s silly to have a statue immortalizing “the American Way” because “the American Way” is ideals of democracy and free market and such, you can’t make a statue of such things, and America is so diverse that it’s absurd to try to accommodate all the differences in a statue. But i just don’t find the statue all oppressive and perpetuating the patriarchy and such. Not that i don’t think it would be so cool if Joe chalked “The American Myth” in front of it and put posters of lots of different families all over the statue, and not that i couldn’t totally do without all the statues in general (one monument on the Common and one in the cemetery, commemorating “all those who served” would more than suffice for me; i don’t need one for every single war).

Buffy tonight! “Band Candy” @ 6 and “Where The Wild Things Are” [which contains one of my favorite scenes/dialogues ever] @ midnight. “New Moon Rising” (next week’s midnight ep, which i may tape since we’ll be away) was my unofficial theme for the last Terry post. It just seemed to fit, in my head anyway. I was gonna include these two quotes, but i didn’t ‘cause they didn’t quite seem to fit.

“Whoa, hey, how did we get to bigot? I'm just saying it's a little weird to date someone who tries to eat you once a month.”

“It's complicated... because of Tara.” [which should not be construed as implying that i’m currently involved with, or even interested in, any particular female at the moment ’cause i’m not]

Okay, i’m stopping now. Damn that was long.

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