hermionesviolin: black and white photo of Emma Watson as Hermione, with text "hermionesviolin" (hermione by oatmilk)
Yesterday felt like Friday, so today felt kind of like a fake day -- especially since it was so quiet at my end of the hall.  When I was wrapping up at the end of the day I literally almost forgot to turn off my computer, forgetting that no I was not coming back into the office the next day.
Teaching's over in exactly one week.  I look forward to the faculty reemerging from having been swallowed whole by the course.

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gym )

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On one of the tv screens at the gym this morning I saw "and baby makes 20: the return of the Duggans" (TODAY).  I cringed, of course, but I also thought about how sk8eeyore's been posting excerpts from Amy Laura Hall and such about being open to God's gift of life and not trying to control it.  Read more... )

I love this bit from the end of that last-linked interview with Amy Laura Hall (in which she's talking about the banquet passage in Luke -- my response was of course, "which banquet passage in Luke?" but I assume she means Luke 14: 7-24):
This is something that my students get more riled up about than any other topic that I bring up. I swear, in some ways, abortion and homosexuality are less contentious among my students than the issue of what kind of wedding to have, what kind of wedding banquet to plan. The way that young Protestant couples plan their weddings bodes very ill for the kind of family they are hoping to become. You watch what a wedding is often about these days -- it is about displaying one's wealth to those one is eager to impress. If you think instead about the scriptural wedding itself, about being the open banquet that one hopes one's marriage will be, I think weddings would look a lot different than they do. I think they would be on a Sunday morning service where everyone is invited. I think they would look more like a potluck than the kind of catered extravagances toward which even the middle class is climbing. I think the image of the banquet where the blind and the lame are invited, and those who cannot repay us, that image would be one in which to start a marriage.
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I was browsing Christianity Today [which I hadn't realized until today is "a magazine of evangelical conviction"] online ('cause I remembered that someone on Sunday had mentioned that Will got quoted) and I saw a a link to a blogpost about evangelicals and the GLBT Day of Silence.  It included:
In addition to boycott, protest, and the creation of an alternative, the Day of Silence saw another response from evangelical Christians--participation. The Golden Rule Pledge is promoted by Grove City College Psychology Professor Warren Throckmorton as an option for "straight Christian and conservative students [who] are conflicted about this day. They do not affirm homosexual behavior but they also loathe disrespect, harrassment or violence toward any one, including their GLBT peers." Read more... )
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I left the house around quarter to eight this morning and it was snowing.  Lovely soft snow falling at not too great an angle.  There was more snow falling when I left the gym about an hour later.  It got heavy for a while and then let up mid-afternoon though I'm not sure if it ever fully stopped.  I mostly thought it was lovely, though people being stuck and waiting for AAA seems to have been a theme, and I do feel bad about the troubles the weather has caused for people.

I walked in to the office and Greg had left at my desk a little gift baggie containing 4 Lindt chocolates, with a tag that said "Seasons Greetings" with a smiley face.  Heart.

P.S. [livejournal.com profile] s8eeyore, I got your card yesterday.  I totally wasn't expecting one.

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Eric was out today 'cause it's his birthday.  We were talking about going out sometime in January, and MaryAlice said if there's alcohol she needs a place to sleep or time to sober up.  Katie and I were both like, "We have couches."  Kyle said, "I don't have a couch, but --" and I was gonna make a crack about how nice it was of him to let her sleep on the floor when I looked at her face and realized what that sounded like (though of course we all knew he hadn't meant it like that).

Kyle said something this morning and I was like, "Am I really no longer the most inappropriate person on this floor?"

At the beginning of lunch (what prompted it is kind of irrelevant) Kyle said he had been saddened to see so many of the people he grew up with converting to being Republican.  I said it depended on what kind of Republican.  He said no really all kinds bother him and yeah we will have to revisit this at some point.

Later, my dad e-mailed me an Ann Althouse post with a YouTube embed (direct link) of an official Hillary Clinton campaign ad. He wrote: "I can't believe she approved this. It is a classic right-wing insult that politicians think they're Santa Claus."

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I was thinking about how my orchid would probably die over the break, but then Katie/I remembered that Greg said he was gonna be in.  (Apparently the building gets set on Weekend Mode -- no lights unless you manually turn them on, and the hall lights turn off again after two hours.)

OtherMailGuy came and serenaded us.  Which is not so much my style.
+ "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" (the Rudolph-is-an-alcoholic version)
+ an OSS riff on "Here Comes Santa Claus"
+ I think something else that I'm forgetting.
+ "I'll Be Home For Christmas" (which, hi, is hella depressing)

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At Longest Night service last night, I heard Gary use the phrase "this baby" talking to Trelawney during private prayer, and I thought, "Oh god, she's pregnant."  And then today in her e-mail about weather conditions and stuff she wrote:

now, I do not want to cancel group tonight. however, here's the thing:
I can't shovel snow. It's to do with my huge abdominal cysts and
related medical conditions (i'll give you the details later, I saw the
doctor last week). Similarly, I'm supposed to avoid walking around on
slippery surfaces, because falling down would be BAD.

We changed up the order of Affirmations, so Trelawney ended up being last (she usually goes first) and her self-Affirmation included that in July or August, if all goes well, she's gonna be a mommy.  She's eight weeks along.  So this'll be interesting for me.  I've come to understand better the desire to reproduce your genetic material in a little person, and even the desire to have a baby growing inside you, but not only is it still so much not something I want for myself, but I still feel a little like: "Why do you need to do this?  There are so many kids already in existence who need a home."  I know that adoption is a long and arduous and expensive process (much though I wish it weren't) and I feel like a PETA member or something when I start thinking all environmentally self-righteous about this . . . but yeah, my maturation is a work in progress.  (I am so much better though.  Ari and I were IMing last night, and we referenced a conversation from like 4 years ago and I said that in rereading it I "was struck by how much I've mellowed since then."  And she said, "I actually had the same feeling rereading it -- like, wow, possibly today Elizabeth would not be screaming quite so loudly [...].")




Advent meditation: Psalm 130 (Authorised King James Version)
     Katherine did the meditation, in which she talked about how we can feel like we're not "worthy" of God listening to us but that we "dar[e] to trust in God's forgiveness and love."

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joy sadhana for Advent (19)

"Joy Sadhana is a daily practice in the observation of joy." -[livejournal.com profile] mylittleredgirl [more info]

And you, child, will be called the prophet of the Most High; for you will go before our God to prepare the ways, to give knowledge of salvation to God's people by the forgiveness of sins.  By the tender mercy of our God, the dawn from on high will break upon us, to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace."
-Luke 1:76-79


Five good things about today:
1. Pretty pretty snow.
2. Summer Glau!  Holding a gun! [via AfterEllen via [livejournal.com profile] maechi -- the AfterEllen link also has a nice f/f implied shot, which I think is Photoshopped, like it matters]
3. I am definitely having my period.  Which is not in and of itself a happy thing, but it means I have an explanation for feeling icky in the tummy region and eating way too much chocolate and suchlike.
4. Katie continues to be highly entertained by me, and I'm growing increasingly comfortable with this.
5. CAUMC small group.

Three things I did well today:
1. I did 10+ minutes in the weight room.  (My plans for the Break include working on consistently Getting Enough Sleep and Getting Up And Eating Breakfast so as to cultivate better habits for a healthier and happier New Year.  I'm a little bummed the gym is closed Dec. 22 - Jan. 1 -- though obv. it makes sense as the whole school shuts down.)
2. I called people and worked on plans for getting together.
3. I brought us into an interesting tangent discussion in CAUMC small group.  And in my Challenge and Self-Affirmation statements I think I was more open and honest and challenging myself than I sometimes am.  And Meredith said in her Affirmation of me that she felt like I shared more of myself tonight than I usually do, and that I'm always big on the analysis of stuff but tonight she got to hear more about what I "think" about certain things (which is a distinction which totally makes sense to me).

Two things I am looking forward to (doing [better]) tomorrow:
1. Lunch with Allie.
2. Not having any post-work commitments.
hermionesviolin: black and white photo of Emma Watson as Hermione, with text "hermionesviolin" (hermione by oatmilk)
Internet wisdom from my mom:

* Don't be irreplaceable. If you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted.

* Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of  me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me alone.




I forgot to mention yesterday, leaving HBS... it was so very much spring ... I was actually loving the weather (and it was still light out when I walked to the train) ... high close to 60, like the weather welcomes you outside.

Today the predicted highs were close to 40, so I brought back my coat and was fine.  Yes, it was windy.  I'm a weather kind of person, though.

Waiting for the Commuter Rail this morning, one of the women from last week's Beginnings said hello.  Beth.  I almost entirely didn't remember her, but I did remember her tonight and we actually chatted a lot (she lived for ~10 years in Allston; and over dinner she was talking about her 4-year-old son who has multiple food allergies -- eggs, dairy, beef, pork, peanuts -- and how at his last birthday party she tried to get a no-egg, no-dairy cake and the place could do one but not the other and of course I jumped in with mention of my mom's delicious incidentally-vegan chocolate cake).

On the commuter rail this morning, SecondAnnoyingLady was talking about a friend of hers was planning on adopting and then held her sister's two-week old and realized "I don't wanna do this; this is gonna sound awful, but I don't wanna hold him anymore."  Said friend apparently was very driven and if she wanted something, she got it, and she felt like "I don't need a man to have a child," but she realized that this child was gonna need total care and maybe she would need help of some kind and she wasn't ready to make that kind of sacrifice.  I loved this story, 'cause it frustrates me that the cultural expectation is that everyone should have children and there isn't always thoughtfulness about the kind of commitment that's required and how that's not right for everybody.

Walking down to the Red Line this morning, a woman in front of me had there daffodils sticking out of her outermost backpack pocket.

Coming up to Memorial Drive to cross the bridge, I heard a "thunk" like a crash ... saw a car almost out of the intersection, stopped, trunk open.  No collision apparent.

2:42pm: UnitHead comes in and cracks, "Good morning."  (He was at Littauer all day.)

Leaving Beginnings tonight [which was underwhelming, but that's another entry] Pastor Hamilton commented to me on the last e-mail I sent him (we've been discussing, among other things, the Law in the Old Testament) and said I was "wise beyond [my] years."  I was reminded of LizCarr but it means a touch more coming from him.  We talked a bit (and I got yet more to read) and then of course I rushed home, as previously mentioned, but at least I didn't leave early.




[livejournal.com profile] lunabee34 and I have been talking about C.S.Lewis and she mentioned A Grief Observed.  I know almost nothing about it, so I asked my mom (hey, it's about grief, right?) and this got us talking about Surprised by Joy and I mentioned how I was almost in tears and how when I was raging about it Emma said she had never seen me that angry.  My mom mentioned The Old Man and the Sea, which I had completely forgotten about.  Hemingway's classic, my maternal grandfather loved it, yadda yadda, so I read The Old Man and the Sea on my own.  Absolutely tearful raged at the end.  (Looking back, I suspect I would appreciate the story a lot more if I read it now.)  I recently recalled my hatred of John Steinbeck's The Pearl because I was talking about the pearl of great price story, but I'd forgotten about that trio of books I loathed.  The Pearl was 9th grade, The Old Man and the Sea was around that time, and 10th grade was the book I for years didn't even wanna reread because I treasured that burning stone of intense hatred (I couldn't even remember why I hated it so much).  I actually forgot the name of it, though.  I love that the search string depressing sled into tree classic novel gets me as a third item (second item if we don't count sub-items) "Free Barron's BookNotes for Ethan Frome."  I actually used to think of that book often because I so often say that I love stories that rip my heart out and stomp on it, and Ethan Frome is right up there for crushingly depressing endings and yet I hate hate hated it.  I suspect it felt gratuitous and more like stomping than that visceral feeling I so love.  I wonder if perhaps one day I should reread these books.

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