May 16th, 2004

hermione by oatmilk

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"Anyone can do any amount of work, provided it isn't the work he is supposed to be doing at that moment."
-Robert Benchley
Finished my UMass paper and it doesn't wholly suck. Will bus it over to UMass first thing tomorrow morning.

Have done all the packing i can do with the containers i have, save the posters which won't be coming down until tonight.

Church soon, then foodage somewhere, then Commencement at 1:30 for which i will stay for at least the speakers, then just writing for the rest of the day/night.

In slightly more than 24 hours i will be back in the Greater Boston Area.
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First Churches service was very much Commencement.

Prelude Meditation:

“There are only two things we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other is wings.”
(Honestly it was far better than Commencement, which i left quite early. Graduations are at core deeply boring: processions, recitations, etc. Not that i can’t appreciate the ceremony, of course, but aside from the graduates and those who love them deeply, it is far more about graduation parties than about graduation itself.)

Our God, our help in ages past, our hope for years to come.

We sang a bit of “Joyful, Joyful We Adore Thee,” which made me happy, as it’s one of my favorite hymns -- so then of course i was sad we didn’t sing all of it.

I cried a lot during the service. During the children’s portion, a bunch of the teenagers talked about how wonderful Kelly had been for them these past 8 years, and that was the first time i really cried. Not only was i thinking about how wonderful Kelly was the one year i knew her and how sorry i am that she won’t be at First Churches my last year there and thinking about wanting to get more involved in First Churches, but i was also thinking about how there aren’t any people at United who have had a profound positive effect on my life and whom i would be really sad to see go.

The offertory was “Down to the River to Pray.” Again, i was happy but sad that i had to sing along softly since it’s only the choir who does the offertory. (You know how it starts with “sisters”? I always heard it “sinners” -- you know, let all us sinners go down to the river together... very poetic i think.)

Kelly preached on John 5:1-9, Jesus and the lame man at the pool. She talked about the importance of meeting people where they are. Talked about how much she has learned from Peter, about how she was a radical out of Union Theological Seminary when she got here and how Peter taught her to be considerate and respectful of all perspectives... this was better phrased at the time, but anyway, it definitely upped my opinion of Peter... and again, about meeting people where they are: not demanding that everyone have the same opinions as you, but engaging with all people respectfully.

She talked about how one year after declaring itself to be an Open and Affirming church, First Churches hired her, an out lesbian, to head the Christian Education department, what a powerful statement that was. Jenny (Peter’s wife) has taught JoAnne (Kelly’s partner) about being a minister’s wife. First Churches may not be a place i could make my life home, but i think it’s like Smith: flawed though it is, where else would be better for me? It’s not perfect, at least not for me, but it really is an impressive wonderful place.

Denise Karuth, the head deacon, who is in a wheelchair, said during the post-service Grown-Ups Talk About Kelly, that when she saw that Kelly was preaching on a healing passage, she felt safe, that Kelly and Peter are among the few people who are able to preach on healing stories in a way that isn’t insulting to people with disabilities. I always get upset at United when Pastor Bill or others talk about God As Healer in a way that implies that if you just ask (and have enough faith, are a good enough person, whatever) God will heal you, but i had never thought to make the next step to what Denise was talking about.

Peter’s end prayer focused on Kelly and the transition from here to Chicopee, but he also mentioned that Chey, the sexton, and Nancy Taylor, last year’s divinity student, exchanged vows in Berkeley 19 years ago, and this Tuesday at 6pm they will be married in this church and the entire congregation is invited. That’s when i started sobbing. I wiped my nose on my shirt because, though i knew it was going to be the Farewell Kelly service, i hadn’t actually brought any tissues. So yeah, i totally wanna bus it back here on Tuesday (my parents are driving me home on Monday) and crash overnight with someone. One of those rare instances in which i wish i had a driver’s license, because then i could take my brother’s car and drive out and back on my own.

The final hymn was “In the Midst of New Dimensions,” which i quite like.

God of rainbow, fiery pillar, leading where the eagles soar. We your people, ours the journey, now and ever, now and ever, now and ever more.

I hugged Kelly, and she had gotten my card (from, oh, January - but we know she’s been busy) and would love to have coffee, and of course i’m leaving tomorrow but she’ll still be in Northampton, so we will be in touch in the fall, which made me happy.

After lots of First Churches people had talked about Kelly, one of the guys from Chicopee said it was so bittersweet, hearing all this made them almost sorry to take her away, but also very glad to have her.

May the words of my mouth, and the meditations of all our hearts, be pleasing in your sight, oh God our Rock and our Redeemer.
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I was all excited about seeing people this past week, not thinking that everyone would have conflicting subject-to-change schedules. I miss back in the day when we would just call someone up and make plans and that was that, aided by the fact that we all lived in the same town and had approximately the same schedules. Ultimately i decided to just go with the flow, and i did end up seeing a good number of people and having a good amount of fun.

Sunday night: dinner and Van Helsing with azdback

Monday night: Mickey Mouse Monopoly with hedy and speacechilde

Tuesday night: dinner with lilithchilde

Wednesday night i managed to watch most of Angel in my own living room.


I burnt my thumb on my bagel -- not the toaster, but the freshly toasted bagel -- in the morning, but the day picked up from there.

I chatted with the housekeeper about reunion. Class of 1939 was going to be staying in our house. She talked about the elderly ladies she has met through reunion. Drunk at 10am, offering her a drink, fighting with each other (“Does this color look good on me? My roommate says it sucks.”), can drink you under the table. She also talked abut graduates she knew. Class of 1976 one girl from Northampton married a prince from Arabia.

Counted money with Stacey in the morning. She called me on Wednesday to reschedule from 10am to 8:30am. “Does that squish your schedule? ... Or does that just make you wake up.” Yeah, it makes me wake up. But i love Stacey that much. I would honestly do this out of the goodness of my heart, though i’m not turning down the money at all of course.

We never did play pool this semester. We would have this weekend, but she was recovering from a bike accident injury. Definitely this fall.

Had lunch with starbuckle at Sylvester’s. We met crossing the street and i was rather impressed that she recognized me, and at a bit of a distance, too. Though i was the only new girl that night, so everyone else was at advantage while i had to learn 5 new people. I felt like a dork ordering the “Smithie’s Favorite” but hey, grilled cheese with pesto, tomato, and spinach, that’s yummy. She appreciated my coming out to where i actually had to spend money. I like when people get that this is a big deal for me :) Definitely look forward to seeing more of her next year.

Is something of a paradigm shift that my group of friends is tilting toward being a group of grown-ups: mid-20s and older, career track jobs, living on their own, etc.

Saw Van Helsing for the second time, this time with speacechilde, that night. Enjoyed it even more the second time through. Gillian and i talked back and forth a good amount, though i didn’t think we were that loud. The guy sitting two seats over from us, on his way out during the credits, said, “Thank you for talking through the whole movie.” “Sorry,” i said, automatically, and because i know what it’s like to have people talking while you’re watching something for the first time. Gillian told me later that if i hadn’t said anything she would have said, chipper, “You’re welcome,” because where does he get off being all passive-aggressive morally superior, why didn’t he just tell us to shut up early on. This is a good point.

The trailers for Riddick make me think of S5 Angel -- fighting evil with not good but rather with a different kind of evil; “Are you going to fight the monsters?” “I am the monster.”

Friday i had tea at Woodstar Café with holdenrevisited. Yes we did manage to recognize each other. She’s very cool and we should definitely hang out more. We agreed that more people on our f’lists definitely need to rec stuff that isn’t Harry Potter, and i possibly need to meet wildgreentide ‘cause yay more Whedonverse fans. Oh, holdenrevisited, the Whedonverse archive of archives is here. Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?

Speaking of fic.... anyone interested in participating in Whedonverse ficathons should check out hello_fic_now/baficathon like whoa. There’s also anniesj’s The Day After Tomorrow fic challenge (place characters from the fandom of your choice in the apocalyptic world of The Day After Tomorrow), submissions due by the time the movoe comes out (May 28). Oh, and there’s sandman100 for anyone interested. And then there’s the Ficfeedbackathon. bookishwench says: "Here, you won't be writing a fic and having one written to your specifications. Instead, you'll be reading fics and responding with feedback, and getting the same thing in return." And lastly, today’s the last day to sign up for the multifandom hometown fic challenge: place characters from the non-Whedonverse fandom of your choice in the real life place of your choice.

Had dinner with athene and lordaerith before going to Troy.

"would you like to see troy? i promise to be loud and obnoxious and complain the whole time :)"
She was really rather good while the movie was playing, though of course talked nonstop after it was over. I’ll talk about it later, but classics has links to lots of reviews if anyone wants commentary from people who really know The Iliad. I definitely need to (re)read The Iliad. athene: remind me who did the translation you recommended? Oh, and was Witches Abroad the Terry Pratchett book you said is about the power of the story?

Brad Pitt = Curt Hennig (WWF: Mr. Perfect) liek whoa. (Oh, ye olde days.)

Also, there are pieces of a Troy score-that-could-have-been here. (Click News, then The Score for Troy. Hat tip phoenixchilde.)

The Spiderman 2 trailer reminded of The Rift i hear is happening with Clark and Lex in Smallville currently.

Met a couple of A&J’s friends at the theater and then went out to the Route 9 Diner after the movie, which was fun. Yay good times with people.
hermione by oatmilk

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Dear Dining Services,

"Bag supper" is not an appropriate appreviation for "yesterday's bag lunch, served to you at suppertime, only you make it yourself and we provide nothing better than paper plates for carry-away purposes."

Also, memoes to people like 5-college exam takers of when and where foodage is being proffered would have been ever so helpful this past week. (Isn't that what your new dining page is supposed to help with?)

you think you know...


classics has links to lots of reviews if what you want the “classics geek tells you everything the movie got wrong” version.

The “Let me tell you everything that happens in the movie, only in a snarky and condensed fashion” version is here. Rather hysterical.

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small girl in big world [_extraflamey_]

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Oh how i look forward to not needing a combination of duct tape and nails to hold up my wall decorations.

Also, am i the only college student who tries to not bring dirty clothes home? Doing my own laundry is one self-sufficiency i can actually get into, and it is so much easier to pack if i know all my clothes are clean, and when using public transit large containers of laundry are not worth the hassle. And i have never understood how college students who routinely eat at restaurants, buy music, buy alcohol, etc. can complain about the woeful $3/load it costs to do laundry.

more on grad school

Buffy ended. Firefly ended. Angel is about to end. Wonderfalls ended before it could even really begin. Why should the bubble end?
So begins my father’s 5-part commentary on my post about going to grad school for cultural studies. It’s rather funny since this year (cf. my first two years at Smith of “Can i please be on the 10-year plan?”) i’ve been very “Much as i love this, i look forward to being out in the ‘real world.’ ”

I like talking out loud on here and sometimes having people talk back, so i’m going to reply to various things my father said here (also, it just seems easier this way as opposed to replying to the comments on that entry - gar LJ and their character limits).

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