December 5th, 2005

moon house

"Whenever Giles sends me on a mission, he always says 'please.' And afterwards I get a cookie."

[Advent day 9] Isaiah 40:1-11
1 Comfort, comfort my people,
      says your God.

2 Speak tenderly to Jerusalem,
      and proclaim to her
      that her hard service has been completed,
      that her sin has been paid for,
      that she has received from the LORD's hand
      double for all her sins.

3 A voice of one calling:
      "In the desert prepare
      the way for the LORD [Or A voice of one calling in the desert: / "Prepare the way for the LORD] ;
      make straight in the wilderness
      a highway for our God. [Hebrew; Septuagint make straight the paths of our God]

4 Every valley shall be raised up,
      every mountain and hill made low;
      the rough ground shall become level,
      the rugged places a plain.

5 And the glory of the LORD will be revealed,
      and all mankind together will see it.
      For the mouth of the LORD has spoken."

6 A voice says, "Cry out."
      And I said, "What shall I cry?"
      "All men are like grass,
      and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.

7 The grass withers and the flowers fall,
      because the breath of the LORD blows on them.
      Surely the people are grass.

8 The grass withers and the flowers fall,
      but the word of our God stands forever."

9 You who bring good tidings to Zion,
      go up on a high mountain.
      You who bring good tidings to Jerusalem, [Or O Zion, bringer of good tidings, / go up on a high mountain. / O Jerusalem, bringer of good tidings]
      lift up your voice with a shout,
      lift it up, do not be afraid;
      say to the towns of Judah,
      "Here is your God!"

10 See, the Sovereign LORD comes with power,
      and his arm rules for him.
      See, his reward is with him,
      and his recompense accompanies him.

11 He tends his flock like a shepherd:
      He gathers the lambs in his arms
      and carries them close to his heart;
      he gently leads those that have young.
My mommy sent me in to work with leftovers from last night's batch of cookie baking.  They were well-received, of course.  I was really hungry by about 11:30 -- despite having eaten breakfast -- and was trying not to nosh on them too much.  I splurged and bought pesto pasta and fancy hot chocolate for lunch.  I was comfortably full and actually wasn't hungry for dinner -- in part because I'm tired I suspect.  (Bed soon.)

Recruiting is finally over.  I mean, we still have letters of recommendation coming in that we have to add to the spreadsheet and make copies of and distribute, and there will be other stuff in the next months I'm sure, but all the packets are done and distributed so all that's left in terms of major stuff is putting all the original materials back in the filing cabinet -- which I will do tomorrow but was not about to tackle today 'cause I was really enjoying having time to breathe.  I really miss having time to participate more than cursorily in LJ.  I left a couple minutes before 5 very leisurely and oh it was such a good feeling.

Deepak e-mailed the unit profs saying "Eric [surname] will give to you or your faculty assistant a small pile of job packets to review.  most people receive 4 or 5."  I laughed.  I think there are about 6 profs who are reviewing the same half dozen applicants, but then there are about 8 profs who are reviewing 10+ -- since there are ~150 applications after all.

Nancy is so sweet.  Her e-mail to the profs included "All of NOM should be extraordinarily grateful to Eric, Amanda, and Elizabeth for staying late, putting off their ordinary work, and going above and beyond the call of duty.  I'm especially thankful."

Walking home today through mostly shoveled sidewalks in the calm cold air.  So happy.

Mail today included a picture of my cousin Becky at her wedding.  She had a tiara and everything.  Very lovely.

LJ has finally found what was causing the comment notification delay -- and, most joyously, it sounds like backlogged comments will eventually come through.

P.S. sexonastick posted the full text of Adam Cohen's great NYT piece on Christmas -- includes the history of the celebration and the bizaroness of religious folk championing its commercialization.