December 18th, 2005


Saturday night

I found Nicole's apartment without incident.  She's just about exactly 10 minutes from the T station.  And has a seriously nice apartment.
Me: "Wow.  My first apartment will totally not be this nice."
Her: "Well, it isn't my first apartment; it's my fourth.  Also, it helps if your mother is an interior designer, FYI."

Sacha and Layna came.  They gave me gourmet hot chocolate and homemade apple peel jelly, respectively.  It made me feel bad about the fact that I don't get anyone anything for the holidays.  (Layna on her gift: "It's not a thing.  It's like a card plus.")

I had 2 glasses of red wine and so much food.  People liked the pasta I made, but I was so full by the time main courses were being served that I didn't even have any.  (It occurred to me later that I could make pasta and bring it in to work in microwavable tubbies for lunch.)

There were so many people, in assorted clumps since Nicole invited people she knew from all different places and most people brought people of their own.  So there were a number of people I already knew, which was dangerous for my doing the whole "meet new people" thing, though spending time with people I already know and like is good, too.  I chatted not as much as I would have like with Brandon from Oxford (Hertfod College -- the one with the bridge; and originally from Indiana -- akronohten, much?) so I wasn't completely insular.

I was there for about ~2½ hours, though it felt like far less.  The thing I look forward to most about eventually having an apartment in the city is not having to cut out of parties etc. early.

Oh, and Layna is going to the Boston Wine Expo, so I have company for that after all.  *cheers*

On the Red Line home a couple women got on and definitely looked like they weren't sure what they were doing, so I got to be helpful.  Where are you going?  South Station?  Yes, this goes to South Station.  And where are you going now, the Peter Pan bus station?  Up these stairs with me... you recognize where you are now?  Good.

Once upstairs, a woman asked if I had a dollar so she could get on the train 'cause she had lost her wallet.  She apologized like umpteen times.  It's possible she was lying, but a dollar's not gonna break me, and I would hate to be stranded.

As I walked up Track 5 to my train, there was this guy a few tracks over yelling about how nobody cares about people, and I didn't catch most of the details, but dude, the yelling doesn't incline me to give you any money.
moon house

Ecumenical Advent Sunday 4: Grace Episcopal

[Advent day 22] Jeremiah 23:5-6
5 "The days are coming," declares the LORD,
      "when I will raise up to David [Or  up from David's line] a righteous Branch,
      a King who will reign wisely
      and do what is just and right in the land.

6 In his days Judah will be saved
      and Israel will live in safety.
      This is the name by which he will be called:
      The LORD Our Righteousness.

This morning I went to church here.

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Short version: I wasn't particularly impressed, either positively or negatively.

The more church services I attend, the less I feel like claiming Christianity.  Not like, "These people are all unChristlike vile hypocrites," but like, "The source texts are contradictory," and feeling less and less pull toward reconciling the contradictions.  I used to frequently say that I wished I could just have all my belief cut away because that would make my life so much easier than feeling still attached to so much of it while simultaneously finding so much of it problematic and contradictory and just generally untenable as a Truth.  And this afternoon, I've been feeling rather like I'm cut off from it, like it's a story other people tell and which has points of value but which I have no obligation to accept wholly.  This is odd, and I keep expecting it to pass (and it may well).  I also feel like I'm not allowed to quit yet, 'cause I was suppposed to read the New Testament full through and research the historical Jesus and the early Church and make an informed decision as to whether there was enough logic and evidence for me to make a faith leap.

Recently I also keep getting rageful when I read my friends writing about religion (like, "zomg, you are so wrong") which disturbs me 'cause this isn't Walter Brueggemann, these are my friends.  And I'm supposed to be rational disagreement girl.  (Incidentally, I started rereading The Prophetic Imagination so I could actually write up my thoughts and finally return it to Liz Carr, and while it continues to bring to mind the phrase "plowing through" more than much else I have ever read -- the back cover blurb about "Writing in a popular, conversational style" is a lie -- it doesn't inspire the rage it did last time I read it.  I was kinda disappointed.)

Oh, and ages ago eard_stapa linked to this great piece --  How to Solve the December Dilemma: An Orthodox rabbi maps out a peace plan to end the war on Christmas and put the miraculous back in Hanukkah. (Interview by Alice Chasan with Rabbi Bradley Hirschfield) -- and I have been remiss in disseminating it.

Also from her (more playful):
FIGHT NIGHT VIII: Season's Beatings!