Ah There You Are

Thinker Kenneth Burke likens life to a roomful of individuals interacting with one another. The way of entry to this roomful of conversation? Our birth into this world. Our death shall be its exit. From birth, we negotiate relationships, gather data and test the waters of other discussions that take place. We mingle and enter an inexpressible number of dialogues.

Come time, we would know enough of the topics and culture of the room to join in. Our toes have wetted; our bodies have acclimated. At this juncture, we begin to personally participate in the room's conversations; contributing and not merely listening to our peers speak. We do this as newer people step in the entrance and older ones move out. We do this until we reach the other side of the room and it becomes our turn to step out.

Great news. In regards to art and beauty, I think I'm starting to wade.

It's safe to talk about the weather

Looks more icy than cold outside. Actually I think it's both. Classes got cancelled today and the school is already closed for the weekend. I'm cooped up in the top floor of the Wood Building in solitude. Alone I stare out of these massive windows each about 9 feet high and each as wide as my spread wings. If it was snowing I could have admired each jewel of a flake clear. If there was lightning fury in the sky I would have soiled my pants scared. Maybe. But today the sky spews only a light rain.

Usually I would be home by now in this type of circumstance. But it feels kinda good to have some space to think. I am on my last round here at Central. I'm enrolled in my Honors Project. I'm looking forward to campus church and ministry. The schedule's quite nice. I need an internship and then if all is right, I'll be done. I hope to resist from excessive anxiety this semester. I hope to delight in God continually. And to work at things with cheer, springing from a sense of gratitude. I want nourished the tree that God planted.

A Most Odd Thing

My professor said the word 'boob' in class the other day. From the context, I think the word was meant to infer a negative value on something or perhaps someone. Hitherto my vocabulary registered only one meaning of the word. After doing some important research a.k.a. my Pocket Oxford Dictionary, 'boob' or 'booby' is now, for me, polysemous. I find this odd enough to warrant a journal entry because both those connotations are downright opposites of each other. I mean, to call a boob a boob is sacrilegious. Not that my professor actually stated that; it just amuses me how language works.

On the Pedestal of Lady Liberty

"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

This is an excerpt from a poem by Emma Lazarus, officially etched and dedicated on the Statue of Liberty. Yes, this is the monument that stands welcoming those to the USA. Inspiring stuff that I never knew before, but now I do thanks to Dr. Floyd.

Ramble-lah

Yes I'm still alive. Just uploaded the muleskinner on bloody collegepublisher- i hate it when the pictures start getting jammed up. Been going through my routine except for the following which I'm going to tell you. Had a sweet prayer meeting yesterday at my house. What a great way to be with the whole Campus Church network. We're all trying to get Doubt Night into motion. So far on the Facebook Event it's less than 10 confirmations of people coming but I'm not worried. Firmly believe that people are more ready than we'd expect them to be. Ready for conversations on the invisible, the soul and the eternal. Surely each guy or girl has been through enough pain to spark some serious questioning. And if anyone has read the wall of the Facebook, Carson and I were just joking. Christians are invited to the event, but we'll only beat you if you don't bring a friend. Or when you start debating about the end-times. One problem that has already come to my attention is that Doubt Night is starting at exactly the same time as the opening of Lost Season Whatever. Please don't forsake eternal life for - Hahah- TV.

Then on Monday, my beloved and I went to have some Copper and a free date at a UCM voice recital. I remember the chips and salsa, and fried brownie mint ice cream which we got for free thanks to a coupon. The cheesy mexican slop I did not remember; but permanently embedded into my mind is a vision of that sweeting angel Meg in a satiny dress. She is totally totally hot.

Doubt Night

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Where: Houts/Hosey TV Lounge
When: Wednesday, 7 February
Time: 8 PM