Monday, February 13, 2006
Someone is giving you directions within an office building. They say look for the brown "tawl" on the floor. You ask twice to make sure they're saying "towel" and are quite confused as to why a hospital would have brown towels on the floor.
But you follow their directions
and find yourself walking from carpet into a tiled section of the building.
You look for the brown towel near doorways,
only to realize that you are standing on the "brown tawl," all around you, brown tiles.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
A difficult move indeed, I've decided to drop out of Russian class. I do not have time.
My old schedule:
7 am - Get up, shower, eat, pack lunch, clean kitchen (common area, so must be cleaned)
8:30 am - Go to class
10:00 am - Go from class to work. Try to do Russian homework on the bus on the way there
10:15 - work until...
6:15 pm - finally go home. Do more Russian homework until you can't think any more, then read ESL text book.
6:30 pm - arrive home, eat "hippy commune" house-dinner thing.
7:30 - Have house function (either after-dinner speaker, house meeting, or executive council meeting)
8:30 - Get to work on Russian homework. If you're lucky, find time to also do ESL homework (the class is actually called Literacy & Learning for English Language Learners).
11 pm-ish - Finally finish Russian homework, sort of... bemoan the fact that you don't have time to figure out truely how the instrumental case is used in Russian, memorize the exceptions to the spelling rules, or even look over vocabulary, shrug your shoulders, pull Steve out from behind his regressions and math, and get ready for bed.
12:00 - Bed!!!
This looks sustainable, almost and sort of, except it misses that I also work weekends (friday night and Saturday morning) that I don't finish all my homework in the amount of time alloted above (note that my graduate course, the literacy/ESL one, barely gets any time scheduled above), that I have a husband with whom I'd like to spend quality time on occasion, and that I have NO TIME to do domestic work.
This wouldn't be bad, if Steve had time for domestic work. He doesn't. He doesn't have anything he can quit. It's 10:30 at night, he's still in his office.
This weekend I looked around our apartment for a place to study. I found a 8' x 4' chunk of floor, and considered myself lucky. The suitcase from the trip we took with our church group two and a half weeks ago was still commandeering half our living room floor. For the last two weeks, I've only ever gotten half our laundry done.
This pattern was not sustainable. So, I quit. It was a tough call, but I feel SOOO much better about life already.
Now, off to watch the Duke/UNC game!
This is cheating, since I didn't write this. But I don't care. ACTUALLY, this is DOUBLE cheating, since I didn't even write the last two sentences, but got them from here. Yea Em for this blog. Curteously of Sojourners Magazine, some notes by a man I admire, and whose music I love.
And, to quote Em, "I won't feel bad if you're not into reading/commenting on what the lead singer of U2 has to say about poverty, tithing, scripture, and the place of God's law in our world... But in case you find yourself intrigued, read on"
If you're wondering what I'm doing here, at a prayer breakfast, well, so am I. I'm certainly not here as a man of the cloth, unless that cloth is leather. It's certainly not because I'm a rock star. Which leaves one possible explanation: I'm here because I've got a messianic complex.
Yes, it's true. And for anyone who knows me, it's hardly a revelation.
Well, I'm the first to admit that there's something unnatural...something unseemly...about rock stars mounting the pulpit and preaching at presidents, and then disappearing to their villas in the south of France. Talk about a fish out of water. It was weird enough when Jesse Helms showed up at a U2 concert...but this is really weird, isn't it?
You know, one of the things I love about this country is its separation of church and state. Although I have to say: in inviting me here, both church and state have been separated from something else completely: their mind.
Mr. President, are you sure about this?
It's very humbling and I will try to keep my homily brief. But be warned - I'm Irish...
(Read the rest by clicking the link below)
http://www.sojo.net/index.cfm?action=sojomail.display&issue=060203
Thursday, February 02, 2006
So I would not have guessed this one. I don't think I am a tough cookie in a conflict. Not even slightly. Maybe in a debate, but that should not count for much. Oh well, it could have been worse I suppose, I could have been the prostitute. I guess there is no good fit for a boring Christian economist on the cast of this TV show.
Your results:
You are Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command)
| Dependable and trustworthy. You love your significant other and you are a tough cookie when in a conflict.  |
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Your results:
You are Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic)
| You are good at fixing things. You are usually cheerful. You appreciate being treated with delicacy and specialness.  |
