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Sunday, March 02, 2008

Sun, 02 Mar 2008 10:21:16 GMT

This morning, Alice (4) taught her younger brother Clive about knives: "Oh!! Don't touch that Clive! It's ouchie! It's so ouchie it will make you bleed!"

I think that's a pretty good explanation of cuts. :)

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Wed, 02 Jan 2008 11:17:14 GMT

I've done it. My friends no longer need be ashamed to acknowledge me. I've finally read Lord of the Rings all the way through....and I liked it. Not that there was any doubt of its being admirable, but I did doubt the worth of my own taste. Any road, it was good. :)

Friday, December 21, 2007

Fri, 21 Dec 2007 01:45:43 GMT

I read the part of Fellowship of the Ring today where the hobbits get lost in the old forest, and the trees are leading them to the Withywindle to be captured. Then I went out into the swamp for a walk, and managed to get myself "lost." Of course, I really always knew where I was and where the house was (the only two things that really matter in the swamp :)), but I didn't always know how to get where I wanted to go. I had to keep reminding myself that the bushes weren't actually out to get me. The swamp can make some deceptive trails all on its own -- places where the bushes open invitingly and draw you in and on until suddenly you find yourself up against a wall of brambles or a deep part of the creek. I must admit that I looked suspiciously at the fir trees every time that happened...and held my breath while I was ducking through them, as if I had been going under water. But I made it home in the end, despite the trees.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Wed, 19 Dec 2007 10:53:21 GMT

I'm home and happy. :) Gingerbread and presents have wrapped up my attention, my family has surrounded me, and rain makes its old sound on the roof. Rejoice!

Saturday, December 08, 2007

Sat, 08 Dec 2007 20:26:28 GMT

The Millers have a three-year-old daughter, Alice. I was just getting a drink of water, and she came up to me and said, "Do you drink water every single day?" I told her I did, and she said, "Don't you ever drink anything else??"

She was consoled when I told her that I drink hot chocolate on some days.

Actually, I drink so much hot chocolate that I'll probably turn into an addict before I go home. I think I have almost a cup a day, when I add up all the times that I go to Bucers or my friends' houses to study.

Take cheer! It's almost Christmas!

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 22:07:42 GMT

"That is the weird inspiration of our estate: you and I have no business to be here at all. We are all revenants [those returned from the dead]; all living Christians are dead pagans walking about."

"Pessimism is at best an emotional half-holiday; joy is the uproarious labour by which all things live."

--Chesterton, Orthodoxy, Ch. 9.

I love Chesterton. :)

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Tue, 23 Oct 2007 10:08:24 GMT

My mother posted a beautiful lecture on her blog yesterday. :) Y'all should read it.

http://www.birdsonthewire.com/blog.html

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Sun, 21 Oct 2007 10:33:10 GMT

I ask for your advice. See, I have this beautiful leather coat, which in my distant youth I ruined by putting an adhesive name tag on it. The tag came off, but the adhesive remained, as in the picture below.

I don't think I can remove the adhesive, but I was wondering if any of y'all had ideas for covering it up? Thanks!

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 21:57:48 GMT

Here's a poem for the new semester. :) I taped it to my wall last semester, but it hasn't suffered any from being there, so y'all can have it. (On an unrelated note, how little can one post and still justify having a xanga?)

Holy Sonnet XIV -- John Donne

Batter my heart, three-person'd God ; for you
As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy ;
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

Saturday, September 08, 2007

Sat, 08 Sep 2007 00:50:41 GMT

Hurrahing in Harvest -- Gerard Manley Hopkins

Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise
Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour
Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier
Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?

I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes,
Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour;
And, éyes, heárt, what looks, what lips yet gave you a
Rapturous love’s greeting of realer, of rounder replies?

And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding shoulder
Majestic—as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet!—
These things, these things were here and but the beholder
Wanting; which two when they once meet,
The heart rears wings bold and bolder
And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet.