February 9th, 2006

moon house

"Do you not know? Have you not heard?"

I heard the cellist again this morning, but I didn't stop and listen or go down to give money. I was still recovering from last night, so I just wanted to wake up and stop walking.

Emmanuel Lutheran tonight.

The reading was Isaiah 40:21-31. It opens with Do you not know? Have you not heard?, and immediately I felt in familiar territory. Oh, Isaiah. Lots of grass imagery, and I thought of the people are grass. I mouthed along at the end -- but those who hope in the LORD [I forget if that's the phrasing they used] will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not faint. [My mom's favorite; shame she's up in Vermont this week. Though they did the spoken "We pray: / Hear us, God of light" rather than my preferred chanted "Let us pray to the - Lord have mercy"]

The reflections were first a piece on Handel (from On This Day: 265 Amazing and Inspiring Stories about Saints, Martyrs & Heroes) and then excerpt from Max Lucado's He Still Moves Stones, which actually referenced the full Isaiah 40 -- opening with "Comfort, comfort my people, says your God," and talking about God reversing things (mountains laid low and valleys raised up). Lucado talked about God as sovereign and protector. The Handel piece talked about his rise to fame and then his fall and then how Charles Jennens brought him a collection of Bible passages to set to music and I realized that would be Messiah and I actually cried. (Am big sap.)

Hugged Pastor Saling afterward per usual. He said to me, "The thought occured to me, that you might like to help lead the worship -- either here or on Sunday." My immediate thought was, "This is what regular attendance gets you" -- followed by, "It took First Churches three years to ask me to do this." He said I could do the reading or do something else, that there were lots of ways to participate, that I should think about it, that he wants to share the fun because he thoroughly enjoys it :)

And I had phoned ahead so I had actual dinner when I got home.
hermione by oatmilk

"You know what's even sadder? Her hair."

Yeah, that was Eric.  Complaining about the straw-haired ABC announcer, after 5 minutes of reportage on the the Entwistle murders.  He loses so bad.

One of the stories I had sort of seen on my way to work.  Corner of JFK and South, right across from the Kennedy School.  I wondered what had happened to take a chunk out of the corner of the house as I walked past and then noticed dirt on the sidewalk, stepped back and realized it was from tire tracks and oh there was caution tape where there should have been part of a fence.

Yesterday I called him at noon.  "Thoughts on lunch?"  "No."  "Does that mean you're not having lunch or you don't have thoughts on lunch."  "I'm not going to lunch.  Because I came in late today."  "Okay.  Should we get you anything?"  "No, I had an orange earlier."  "Oh-kaay.  Well I guess I'm glad you ate something."

So today he shows up at my desk at a quarter to noon and says, "So, lunch."  He has 4 slices of pizza (in the takeaway individual boxes).  "Well I'm glad to see you'll be eating something today."  (Yesterday he had two oranges and a bag of chips.)  "They had buffalo chicken today.  My favorite.  And anything I don't eat I can put in the fridge and have for lunch tomorrow."  The real motivation for the early lunch was the fact that his e-mail still wasn't back from the maintenance that was supposed to be done at 10am.  This does not bode well for my scheduled maintenance outage tomorrow morning.

wisdomeagle linked to this MSN article on bad V-day gifts.  (I seem to recall seeing something similar in the Metro or something recently.)  The first item is red roses -- on the argument that they're cliche and impersonal.  Dude, I have gotten roses once in my life and they were yellow roses for my 16th birthday. I would love to get a bouquet of red roses from a romantic partner. I feel like that item in particular is aimed at people who have been doing the dating thing for a long time. And what if your honey loves roses? (Alternatively: "order up a monochromatic bouquet of various blooms in your honey’s favorite color"? what if your honey loves multi-color?) Really I think the article could be summed up by, "Get/do something thoughtful that reflects the individuality of the person you love," which, um, should be obvious?

ABC News was all "Boston is one of the best cities for dating," and I laughed when "one of the top ten" turned out to be "rounding out the list" (i.e., tenth out of ten).

Dude, I've barely even looked at metafandom in a long time, but there has been plenty of discussion on the flist alone.
  • the Matilda/Miss Honey relationship in the Matilda movie (comments include discussion of the book, HP house sorting, and the Dahl oeuvre)
  • in defense of textual ambiguity (examples from BtVS primarily)
  • Why the aversion to ficcing canonically gay characters in het relationships?  [Which is a discussion I have seen so many times before, but it still comes under the category of recent discussion on my flist.  And hey, it certainly didn't stop me from chiming in like a bajillion times.  Plus, these debates are recurrent because not everybody has in fact already had/seen them a million times before.  Though sometimes I wish there existed compilations of the most insightful points on all sides for any given issue -- complete with links to the full discussions for anything quoted, of course.  Oh, and the examples are from BtVS primarily.]

Yes, it is much easier for me to engage with other people's essays and conversations than it is for me to get my own essays formulated.

And damn, I owe people icon drabbles, don't I?

And yes Cat, I will do tv reports before I go to bed.