It is still weird to me that I don't have to turn on a light when I'm getting ready in the morning.
At one point, MaryAlice was heading over to Spangler and asked if I wanted anything, and I said, "I'm hungry, but I'm not sure what I want, but thank you." (I had had a banana and a fruit bar thus far that morning.)
Last-minute profs needed index cards, so I got to run over to the Coop (Andy was impressed at how quickly I returned, esp. since I was in heels) and buy some, and I also bought myself a Snickers (with almonds).
Then B needed me to put something else together and bring it over to him at class, and on my way back I got oatmeal at Spangler. (I hadn't eaten my candy bar yet.)
I was helping Sara with a data entry project over lunch, so I went and got a burrito in between student rushes and ate it sporadically.
After lunch I tried not to fall asleep at my desk. I got a second wind by the end of the day, though I still wasn't thrilled at the continued theme of last-minute requests.
I met L. after work and we survived the really crowded rush hour 66 -- and arrived at the church right at the same time as people who had keys. (This was about 5:50.) We finally found a room and settled down and ordered dinner.
I didn't feel like I was super-pissy about the lack of organization, punctuality, etc., but I think the number of disparaging remarks I made belies that. At one point in discussion, Jeff said something like, "You know how I am," and I (lacking anything wittier) said, "Late." L. said, "When did you two start dating?" I laughed, 'cause yeah, the dynamic reminded me of me and Eric.
We stayed for the SLAM Jam Open Mic. The Open Mic part was okay -- some interesting bits, but on the whole I was underwhelmed. I felt the same way about the "main acts," but whereas L. preferred Jeff, I preferred Beth. She has that familiar female folk musician sound, and the song she did that I found really powerful and really loved, L. found disturbing and didn't like at all.
We left after it was over at 10:15. I would have been happy to stay and chat with folks, but I'd been starting to fade again around 9, so I was also happy to leave with L. People standing at the bus shelter with us were talking about how they'd been waiting for an hour, and a woman asked if anyone was going to Harvard and wanted to chip in for a cab. I told L. I was happy to wait for a bus or walk back to Harvard, but I wasn't chipping in for a cab. We ultimately decided to just walk, and ten minutes later we were passed by two 66 buses (and a 64, but as L. buses home to Arlington from Harvard, that's less helpful -- it's fine for me 'cause I can just pick up the Red Line from Central, which I did once). I waited with L. for her bus, but after a few minutes a 96 showed up and she basically insisted that I take it, pointing out that it wouldn't be long before a 77 came. I didn't mind the prospect of more walking, but since it was about 11:30pm the idea of getting home faster wasn't wholly unappealing.
Housemate says next Saturday I should go to the Palimpsest release party at Pandemonium books. I actually don't have any plans that night, and a reading and musical performance isn't a bad way to spend a night. Anyone interested in coming with?
From the dailyoffice.org sidebar:
You also assented to the interviewer’s clichéd formula, “Hate the sin, love the sinner.” I believe that’s a mistake, bishop, because hate is nowhere found in the vocabulary of Jesus. The correct formula is “Forgive the sin, love the sinner.”I'm not certain that distinction makes a pragmatic difference, but it's definitely food for thought.
We are not allowed to speak hate. It results in death for both the hater and the hated.
Molly remains kind of awesome. From her email to the listserv:
This is the strange time of year for Christians. There is more and more evidence of the light--it hits the kitchen table at a different angle when you're eating your toast--and yet, we have one more long drink of the darkness, during Lent. It's not a dark-night-of- the-soul darkness, more the dimness of just-before- dawn, the little light by which you can see the soft shapes of things, the sharp insight that comes in the liminal space between sleep and waking. This is Lent: the gaze goes soft, and yet crisp; we look inward, not to be narcissistic, but to see what we can drag out to the curb and leave there for trash, what we can re-use, recycle, recast. It's about new life. It's time to head down to the spiritual basement, out to the curb, basement, curb, basement, curb.***
This weekend in worship:
I'll be kicking off our Lenten sermon series on "Making the Faith Our Own in This Generation." What's it mean to be a Christian in the 21st century? How are we called to re-cast the church, to remake ourselves? What stays, what goes--in orthodoxy, theology, creeds, culture, our own hearts and bodies? What cherished sins must we relinquish, what renewal of the mind embrace?
-mylittleredgirl [more info]
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." -Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)
Five good things about today:
1. I didn't mention this yesterday, but I am kind of in love with my Lenten glee-verse. "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
2. The good bits of SLAM Jam, esp. the Beth Colegrove song I really liked.
3. I enjoyed the light rain on the walk back to Harvard.
4. An exchange between my mom and my brother with inside jokes made me LOL.
5. Roza emailed me back, opening: I [...] was thinking -- "ooo, must talk to Elizabeth," and that was before you started talking about queer. I'm glad Jonah invited you.
Three things I did well today:
1. I went to the [gym] 45min treadmill (4.0mph, 1.5incline)
2. I finished my Ash Wednesday service writeup. I did editing on GoodReads (and went back through some old update emails and added more books to-read). I did data entry (incl. helping put together the spreadsheet), though I got spared the hard work of deciphering fictional compensation plans to populate the portions the students didn't fill out themselves (even though they were supposed to!).
3. I successfully got L. and I both to and from the event.
Two things I am looking forward to (doing [better]) tomorrow:
["anything that you're looking forward to, that means you're facing tomorrow with joy, not trepidation," as Ari says]
1. Learner's Service at Temple Shalom Medford