So I went to Israel. It was amazing. A month later, I'm still trying to find the words to describe what that experience was like. Perhaps in the coming days, I'll start posting pictures and telling the story one moment at a time.
It's test day in 7th grade language arts, which means I'm taking care of odds and end in between circulating around the room answering questions. At the end of 2nd period, when everyone was finally done and we were chatting about how it went, this non sequiter exchange occurred:
D: Ma'am, do you want to hear a joke?
Me: I would love to hear a joke.
D: What did the bar tender say to the neutron?
Me: What?
D: No charge for you!
I laughed. I've heard that joke since I was 12, but somehow it's truly hilarious coming from a 7th graders when he's supposed to be thinking about his Catholic School's Week essay.
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Showing posts with label News and Updates. Show all posts
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Round Three...
After many weeks of sky-high stress academia and life alteringly-awesome people and a couple weeks of utter relaxation with my family (who are equally as awesome), I'm back in Brownsville for year two at my school and year three in the teaching gig. I write from my bare classroom, being used today and tomorrow as the in-service room, after which I will begin plastering the room with butcher paper, border, clever posters, schedules, motivational sayings, Bible verses, and my own tangibly high expectations for my students.
Meanwhile, my community (minus four from last year, plus four newbies) is already having a ball. We spent yesterday evening plotting, over tacos and beer, which room of the house to convert to a chapel.
Frankly, I'm just giddy about the start of the new school year. I suspect it will be, to use the ubiquitous phrase, totally awesome.
Stay tuned.
Meanwhile, my community (minus four from last year, plus four newbies) is already having a ball. We spent yesterday evening plotting, over tacos and beer, which room of the house to convert to a chapel.
Frankly, I'm just giddy about the start of the new school year. I suspect it will be, to use the ubiquitous phrase, totally awesome.
Stay tuned.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Confession of Things Most of You Already Knew, or: "Gah! I'm overworked!!"
Several months ago, my substantial posts sort of faded out. Two months ago, I made a few mobile posts. A little after that, within one week, five people asked me if my blog was dead. This was right at the end of the school year, when I was flooded with finals to grade and end-of-year events to attend, and I didn't have a moment to put a decent post together. Now I'm back at Notre Dame for the summer and utterly overwhelmed with work.
I don't intend to let this blog die. I enjoy writing it and, I'm told, others occasionally enjoy reading it. At the moment, however, I barely have time to do the work I need to do and make phone calls to my family and best friends.
Thus, to answer the query posed to me many times recently, no, Theophany is not dead. It is officially on hiatus, probably until the middle of July. At that point, the deluge of paper, projects, meetings, and events will have settled. Until then, I need to focus on keeping my head over water (yeesh). There may be the occasional mobile post since those require about 30 seconds of my time. Also, I'm still reading my blogs (though not as thoroughly as I once did) and sharing fun and interesting items in the thingy in the side bar.
Otherwise, Dear Readers, trust I am well and happy despite the sensory overload, and keep me in your prayers as I keep you in mine.
I don't intend to let this blog die. I enjoy writing it and, I'm told, others occasionally enjoy reading it. At the moment, however, I barely have time to do the work I need to do and make phone calls to my family and best friends.
Thus, to answer the query posed to me many times recently, no, Theophany is not dead. It is officially on hiatus, probably until the middle of July. At that point, the deluge of paper, projects, meetings, and events will have settled. Until then, I need to focus on keeping my head over water (yeesh). There may be the occasional mobile post since those require about 30 seconds of my time. Also, I'm still reading my blogs (though not as thoroughly as I once did) and sharing fun and interesting items in the thingy in the side bar.
Otherwise, Dear Readers, trust I am well and happy despite the sensory overload, and keep me in your prayers as I keep you in mine.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
I'm Off!
Our school is closed today and tomorrow because the entire faculty (well, nine of the twelve of us) is going to a conference in New Orleans. Our school is part of the NativityMiguel Network, which is a very particular model of school. This serves as your notice of not only what I'm up to, but how un-secretly excited I am to be both out of school and in New Orleans. Yee. Haw.
I've cued up a few posts to magically appear while I'm away, including the picture of the day. They'll all be of my last trip to New Orleans in 2007 as an insignificant speck on a research team with a professor and some peers. This will ironically make my posting while away more regular and predictable than my posting when I'm home.
Back Saturday night. Please pray for my co-workers and me, and all those attending this conference.
I've cued up a few posts to magically appear while I'm away, including the picture of the day. They'll all be of my last trip to New Orleans in 2007 as an insignificant speck on a research team with a professor and some peers. This will ironically make my posting while away more regular and predictable than my posting when I'm home.
Back Saturday night. Please pray for my co-workers and me, and all those attending this conference.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Houston (and everywhere else), we have a problem
Here's the deal, Dear Readers: our house's internet is down. Because of our location, we have to have satellite internet, and satellite puts a cap on our bandwidth in any consecutive thirty days. We have seven adults in our house who use the internet on a regular basis. That means, basically, that we WILL go over our quota. When that happens, we're penalized with a serious squeeze on available bandwidth (or something like that).
What that means is that while our internet is still technically there, it's useless for anything other than basic HTML e-mail checking. I can only do most internet activities from school.
While this is a good thing for the amount of work I will get done at home, it is a bad thing for the amount of blogging I am able to do. I'm sorry. This is just how it has to be. It's not you, it's me.
What that means is that while our internet is still technically there, it's useless for anything other than basic HTML e-mail checking. I can only do most internet activities from school.
While this is a good thing for the amount of work I will get done at home, it is a bad thing for the amount of blogging I am able to do. I'm sorry. This is just how it has to be. It's not you, it's me.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Yup, Still Alive
You know that saying, life intervenes? I might be making that up, but even in such case, you're clever enough to get what I mean. Anyway, that's my excuse. The last couple months of school and getting ready to leave the convent and go to Notre Dame sucked up most of my time in April and May, and ACE sucked up every waking moment in June and July.
A brief summary of my first ACE summer:
ACE has articulated the philosphy of education I've been dancing around for years: education is a social justice issue, because education is a right to all people because of their God-given dignity. Moreover, education is about the whole kid and not just their little brains. These were things I knew, but I don't think I'd articulated it, and ceetainly hadn't met so many people who agree.
My fellow ACErs are the greatest "quantity of quality" of people I've ever encountered. I have always been blessed with remarkable, incredible, astounding friends, make no mistake, but the sheer number of "wow" people I met was awesome. One rarely encounters this caliber of people, and never in such numbers.
The Church I fawn over so much is more than the mystical, mysterious body I usually focus on. It's a living, breathing institution, and I'm trying to shift my perspective to see that better, day to day.
More will come out in the wash, I'm sure.
I'll be in Brownsville with my community Tuesday night. Teaching starts August 22.
Monday, June 2, 2008
The Page Turneth
I just threw in the "-eth" because it sounds more significant and profound that way. Or it makes me sound like a chump. Either way, it adds a level of interest.
Anyway, I'm in Indiana, settled quite comfortably into Notre Dame's campus. In my four years at the University of Delaware, I became pretty sure it was at least tied for "Prettiest Campus Ever, Anywhere", but in the last four days, I've been forced to rethink that. It's ridiculously splendid here, and it's probably the most physically and visibly Catholic place I've ever been. As I told my dad and Becca, you can't swing a dead cat without hitting a saint. You know me -- I stinkin' love this. There's a twenty-foot gold statue of the Blessed Mother and basilica on campus. A basilica!
Still, I do miss my dear sisters, and I miss my obnoxious, rambunctious, hair-graying kiddos. There hasn't been much time to thing about them, but they do cross my mind as I pray and walk around, and the kids especially explode into my mind when we're talking about "things that can go wrong", "things teachers do wrong", and "things that can go wonderfully right".
Classes are long, numerous, and loaded, but engaging and valuable. So far we're still in the slightly-advance territory of what I learned in undergrad, plus a Catholic spin (is it at all necessary that I mention that I think that's wonderful?), but I'm sure that will change.
My cohorts are likewise delightful. They're such a wide range of personalities and skills, and with about ninety of us running around every meal means meeting five new remarkable people. My summer roommate is a doll, and my Brownsville house mates for the next two years are definitely folks I can spend a prolonged amount of time with.
You might be thinking, "Gee, Andie, sounds like you're being diligent and stuff. What a wonderful new leaf you've turned over!" Nay, my Dear Readers. The page turned, there has been no leaf turning. At this moment, I should be doing a 3-4 page outline of procedures I imagine I will need in my classroom (with this last year under my belt, I could go on for a lot more than four pages). Instead I'm blogging.
It is purely by the grace of God that I get anything done. Ever.
Anyway, I'm in Indiana, settled quite comfortably into Notre Dame's campus. In my four years at the University of Delaware, I became pretty sure it was at least tied for "Prettiest Campus Ever, Anywhere", but in the last four days, I've been forced to rethink that. It's ridiculously splendid here, and it's probably the most physically and visibly Catholic place I've ever been. As I told my dad and Becca, you can't swing a dead cat without hitting a saint. You know me -- I stinkin' love this. There's a twenty-foot gold statue of the Blessed Mother and basilica on campus. A basilica!
Still, I do miss my dear sisters, and I miss my obnoxious, rambunctious, hair-graying kiddos. There hasn't been much time to thing about them, but they do cross my mind as I pray and walk around, and the kids especially explode into my mind when we're talking about "things that can go wrong", "things teachers do wrong", and "things that can go wonderfully right".
Classes are long, numerous, and loaded, but engaging and valuable. So far we're still in the slightly-advance territory of what I learned in undergrad, plus a Catholic spin (is it at all necessary that I mention that I think that's wonderful?), but I'm sure that will change.
My cohorts are likewise delightful. They're such a wide range of personalities and skills, and with about ninety of us running around every meal means meeting five new remarkable people. My summer roommate is a doll, and my Brownsville house mates for the next two years are definitely folks I can spend a prolonged amount of time with.
You might be thinking, "Gee, Andie, sounds like you're being diligent and stuff. What a wonderful new leaf you've turned over!" Nay, my Dear Readers. The page turned, there has been no leaf turning. At this moment, I should be doing a 3-4 page outline of procedures I imagine I will need in my classroom (with this last year under my belt, I could go on for a lot more than four pages). Instead I'm blogging.
It is purely by the grace of God that I get anything done. Ever.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Trapped Under My Schedule. Send Help.
(Alright, I don't really need help. Not more than usual, anyway. I mean, prayers are always appreciated.)
Dear Family and Friends,
I miss you.
Dear Everyone-Outside-of-SJB
Yup, I'm still here.
My routine used to involve about two hours of "free time" after school, which I usually spent taking care of stuff both personal and professional. That left me with a couple hours after dinner to more or less putz around and do things like maintain contact with the outside world.
That was before this crazy idea of starting a drama club began to approach it's zany and somewhat frightening conclusion. We've had practice after school for a while, and with the show less than a week away the practices are longer and more frequent. Theater takes time, people.
Meanwhile, on the community life side of things, every weekend has brought with it some huge event (parades, people visiting from Rome, etc.). It's been terribly exciting, but the side effect is I pretty much have no free time, at all, and won't for a while.
Basically, I'm still alive, but my time and mental energy are totally sapped. By the time I have a moment to read or write anything, all I want to do is sit on my bed like a professionally-attired puddle of protoplasm.
Which is what I'm going to go do now.
Dear Family and Friends,
I miss you.
Dear Everyone-Outside-of-SJB
Yup, I'm still here.
My routine used to involve about two hours of "free time" after school, which I usually spent taking care of stuff both personal and professional. That left me with a couple hours after dinner to more or less putz around and do things like maintain contact with the outside world.
That was before this crazy idea of starting a drama club began to approach it's zany and somewhat frightening conclusion. We've had practice after school for a while, and with the show less than a week away the practices are longer and more frequent. Theater takes time, people.
Meanwhile, on the community life side of things, every weekend has brought with it some huge event (parades, people visiting from Rome, etc.). It's been terribly exciting, but the side effect is I pretty much have no free time, at all, and won't for a while.
Basically, I'm still alive, but my time and mental energy are totally sapped. By the time I have a moment to read or write anything, all I want to do is sit on my bed like a professionally-attired puddle of protoplasm.
Which is what I'm going to go do now.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
My Sister is Singing for the Pope, and I'm Still Deep, I Swear
It's just that I'm also in deep.
Do forgive the lack of substantial blogging and the abundance of student quotes and links. The next couple of weeks are going to be pretty nutty, and I'm trying to get ahead of the game. To wit:
Anyway, if you do the math, that means of ten school days I'm only teaching five, so I have a boat load of stuff to do to make sure my classes are actually taught something during me extensive absence. I used to think when my teachers missed school, it was just a nice day off for them, but I see now how wrong that is. Getting ready to be out might be more work than being there in the first place, never mind the anxiety about my classes getting off track this close to the end of the year.
But for Notre Dame, Sea World, the Pope, and my family, it's totally worth it.
Do forgive the lack of substantial blogging and the abundance of student quotes and links. The next couple of weeks are going to be pretty nutty, and I'm trying to get ahead of the game. To wit:
- Going to Indiana early Friday morning for an orientation/retreat thinger.
- Coming back late Sunday night
- Field trip to Sea World next Tuesday (Hell. Yes.)
- Leaving for Maryland Tuesday evening...
- ...to take Melissa to her dress rehearsal on Wednesday...
- ...to sing for the Holy Father on Thursday!
Anyway, if you do the math, that means of ten school days I'm only teaching five, so I have a boat load of stuff to do to make sure my classes are actually taught something during me extensive absence. I used to think when my teachers missed school, it was just a nice day off for them, but I see now how wrong that is. Getting ready to be out might be more work than being there in the first place, never mind the anxiety about my classes getting off track this close to the end of the year.
But for Notre Dame, Sea World, the Pope, and my family, it's totally worth it.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Catholic Blog Award Results
Here's how I came out in the various categories some kind person nominated me. I was pretty sure I'd stay at two votes (me and my parents) in everything, but evidently some of my Dear Readers are either out to boost my ego or don't read many Catholic blogs.
I kid. I shouldn't insult my Dear Readership, who apparently appreciate whatever it is I do here enough to take the time to vote for me. I appreciate it, I'm humbled, and I'm so glad this wee little thing is beneficial enough to you to even book mark, never mind vote for. Thank you!
Best Designed: 10 votes (winner: New Liturgical Movement, 210)
Best Individual Blog: 8 votes (winner: What Does the Prayer Really Say?, 154)
Best New Blog: 8 votes (winner: Creative Minority Report, 56)
Best Overall: 7 votes (winner: WDTPRS?, 170)
Best Written: 9 votes (winner: WDTPRS?, 145 -- In other words, Fr. Z owns the Catholic blogosphere)
Funniest: 8 votes (winner: the Curt Jester, 170)
Sincere and heartfelt thanks to those of you who voted, and to everyone who reads this regularly. Now go comment on something!
Full results here.
I kid. I shouldn't insult my Dear Readership, who apparently appreciate whatever it is I do here enough to take the time to vote for me. I appreciate it, I'm humbled, and I'm so glad this wee little thing is beneficial enough to you to even book mark, never mind vote for. Thank you!
Best Designed: 10 votes (winner: New Liturgical Movement, 210)
Best Individual Blog: 8 votes (winner: What Does the Prayer Really Say?, 154)
Best New Blog: 8 votes (winner: Creative Minority Report, 56)
Best Overall: 7 votes (winner: WDTPRS?, 170)
Best Written: 9 votes (winner: WDTPRS?, 145 -- In other words, Fr. Z owns the Catholic blogosphere)
Funniest: 8 votes (winner: the Curt Jester, 170)
Sincere and heartfelt thanks to those of you who voted, and to everyone who reads this regularly. Now go comment on something!
Full results here.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Brushes With Fame
This past week was the high point of my blogging "career".
I first heard of Kill Devil Hills on the Weather Channel during coverage of some hurricane, I think when I was a wee college freshman. From the moment that name floated to my ears, I have been hell-bent on eventually visiting. My mania is driven entirely by the fact that Kill Devil Hills is the coolest possible name for any town, ever.
In other news, like my "coverage" of the Religious Ed Congress, further details about Gratitude Day and my first trip to Mexico will be delayed until I get my act together. I'm not a very good juggler, I'm afraid.
- On Monday, one of my blogging heroes/role models, Mark Shea, linked to me. Be still my heart!
- Thanks to that, I reached an all time high for visitors in a single day (about twice the previous record).
- On Thursday, my other blogging hero/role model, Julie D. the Happy Catholic, commented. I'm not worthy!
- And yesterday, someone from Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina, visited my site.
I first heard of Kill Devil Hills on the Weather Channel during coverage of some hurricane, I think when I was a wee college freshman. From the moment that name floated to my ears, I have been hell-bent on eventually visiting. My mania is driven entirely by the fact that Kill Devil Hills is the coolest possible name for any town, ever.
In other news, like my "coverage" of the Religious Ed Congress, further details about Gratitude Day and my first trip to Mexico will be delayed until I get my act together. I'm not a very good juggler, I'm afraid.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Notre Dame is clearly going downhill...
...because they just let ME in.
Details to follow.
**UPDATE**
[Disclaimer/reminder: this blog's first and primary purpose is to keep my scattered family up to date on what's going on in my life. I'm not tooting my own horn for the hell of it, just givin' mah people the news.]
Alright, so here's the dish: I applied to Notre Dame's Alliance for Catholic Education way back in November. Since then it's been various stages of waiting: waiting to hear anything, waiting to hear if I got an interview, waiting for the interview, waiting to find out if I'd been accepted.
Which all ended this morning, when I found our I'm in.
I'm excited. Just a wee little bit.
What exactly does this mean, you ask? I will go to Indiana for classes this summer and next summer (2008 and 2009). For the interveening school years ('08-'09 and '09-'10), I'll move down to Brownsville, Texas, with other ACEers, and teach at Guadalupe Regional Middle School. Summer 2010, I'll graduate with my Masters in Education.
On a side note, I think it's appropriate that I "went Irish" on St. Patrick's Day.
**UPDATE**
[Disclaimer/reminder: this blog's first and primary purpose is to keep my scattered family up to date on what's going on in my life. I'm not tooting my own horn for the hell of it, just givin' mah people the news.]
Alright, so here's the dish: I applied to Notre Dame's Alliance for Catholic Education way back in November. Since then it's been various stages of waiting: waiting to hear anything, waiting to hear if I got an interview, waiting for the interview, waiting to find out if I'd been accepted.
Which all ended this morning, when I found our I'm in.
I'm excited. Just a wee little bit.
What exactly does this mean, you ask? I will go to Indiana for classes this summer and next summer (2008 and 2009). For the interveening school years ('08-'09 and '09-'10), I'll move down to Brownsville, Texas, with other ACEers, and teach at Guadalupe Regional Middle School. Summer 2010, I'll graduate with my Masters in Education.
On a side note, I think it's appropriate that I "went Irish" on St. Patrick's Day.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
My Dad Made Me Cry
Punk.
Yet another example of why my dad is the best dad ever: he takes the time and puts his heart into doing things like this for his kids.
He also never fails to embarrass me and make me go, "Daaa-aaaaaaaaaad!", even from 1,500 miles away. He's got mad skills (perhaps I should say dad skills. Get it?! HA!).
Incidentally, yes, today is my birthday. I'm a whopping 23.
Yet another example of why my dad is the best dad ever: he takes the time and puts his heart into doing things like this for his kids.
He also never fails to embarrass me and make me go, "Daaa-aaaaaaaaaad!", even from 1,500 miles away. He's got mad skills (perhaps I should say dad skills. Get it?! HA!).
Incidentally, yes, today is my birthday. I'm a whopping 23.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Be Still, My Heart!
Mark Shea, my blogging hero, linked to my puny little know-nothin' blog. AND wished Theophany a happy birthday.
Will wonders never cease?!
I am rather honored, and welcome all of you who have stumbled here from that link. I'd give you an introduction to who I am and what I'm about, but... well, this operation is just a bit too random for that. You'll do better to just poke around a bit.
Will wonders never cease?!
I am rather honored, and welcome all of you who have stumbled here from that link. I'd give you an introduction to who I am and what I'm about, but... well, this operation is just a bit too random for that. You'll do better to just poke around a bit.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Happy Bloggaversary to Me!
Last year, while I was sitting in my student teaching class room and should have been observing and learning from my cooperating teacher, I made my very first entry on this blog. In the year since then, I have blossomed as a blogger, and with my direction and purpose clear, I foresee great strides in the year to come.
[Scoff] That's a total lie.
This thing is as scattered and schizophrenic as ever (like its writer), and it's going to stay that way. With a mix of family fondness, teacher tales, and fumbling reflections on faith, I will never have a solid audience, except my parents and their siblings.
And doggone it, I'm okay with that.
A smattering of some of the high points from this last year:
Heartstrings, pt 1 (on my leaving college and going to mission)
A View (explaining this weird-o blog title)
Heartstrings, pt 2 (on leaving my family to be a big girl)
Into the Deep (when this whole thing became "real, whatever that means)
A Day in the Life (monotony is funny when you only read one day's worth of it)
Mildly Inappropriate Convent Humor (still probably the funniest thing all year)
Officially Addicted (my first teacher Christmas)
A Falling Out (when words abandoned me)
Talking to an Affectionate Wall (the density and cuteness of sixth graders)
The 2007 Retrospective
Killing Time (a theophany at a cold wet bus stop)
Why This is Worth It (and it so is)
[Scoff] That's a total lie.
This thing is as scattered and schizophrenic as ever (like its writer), and it's going to stay that way. With a mix of family fondness, teacher tales, and fumbling reflections on faith, I will never have a solid audience, except my parents and their siblings.
And doggone it, I'm okay with that.
A smattering of some of the high points from this last year:
Heartstrings, pt 1 (on my leaving college and going to mission)
A View (explaining this weird-o blog title)
Heartstrings, pt 2 (on leaving my family to be a big girl)
Into the Deep (when this whole thing became "real, whatever that means)
A Day in the Life (monotony is funny when you only read one day's worth of it)
Mildly Inappropriate Convent Humor (still probably the funniest thing all year)
Officially Addicted (my first teacher Christmas)
A Falling Out (when words abandoned me)
Talking to an Affectionate Wall (the density and cuteness of sixth graders)
The 2007 Retrospective
Killing Time (a theophany at a cold wet bus stop)
Why This is Worth It (and it so is)
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
HOLY CARP!!
(No, that's not a typo. )
Well knock me over with a wet noodle and mix my metaphors! Someone out there likes me!
Each year, the Catholic Blog Awards create a nifty little stir in the Catholic bloggosphere. This year, at least one someone out there nominated me for not one but six awards! They are:
If you'd like to boost my ego, follow the above link and vote for me! Alternately, you could save me from the sin of pride and vote for people who actually deserve to win, like any of the people in my sidebar.
Seriously, I truly appreciate the esteem of whoever it was that nominated me, and all of you who take the time to read my ruminations. I don't get you, but I thank you.
Well knock me over with a wet noodle and mix my metaphors! Someone out there likes me!
Each year, the Catholic Blog Awards create a nifty little stir in the Catholic bloggosphere. This year, at least one someone out there nominated me for not one but six awards! They are:
- Best Designed (what? I use a template!)
- Best Overall (I don't even wear overalls)
- Best Written (this, I would LOVE to win, but against the likes of Amy Welborn I have a snowball's chance)
- Funniest (...really?)
- Best Individual Blog (If I have a chance in this, it is only because best describes the blog, not the individual)
- Best New Catholic Blog (which I'm not sure I technically qualify for, but I'm not about to split hairs)
If you'd like to boost my ego, follow the above link and vote for me! Alternately, you could save me from the sin of pride and vote for people who actually deserve to win, like any of the people in my sidebar.
Seriously, I truly appreciate the esteem of whoever it was that nominated me, and all of you who take the time to read my ruminations. I don't get you, but I thank you.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
A Very Busy Day
Today, I:
Given my indifference and even antipathy towards politics, I wasn't as excited as some of the other people in the restaurant, including the droves of cell phone owners who surrounded this poor guy and his party. Still, it was pretty cool, and I did take a few pictures (obviously). I had my camera with me, so I got some decent pictures from afar without having to bother the poor man.
All in all, a most eventful day.
- flew to Dallas, where I spent a total of three and a half hours on the ground.
- sat through what was supposed to be a 30 minute interview and became a 50 minute conversation, which is a nice way to conduct an interview.
- flew back from Dallas.
- went to dinner at Mi Tierra, a San Antonio landmark, with my grandfolks.
- saw Bill Clinton and Mike Huckabee at the afore mentioned eatery. Huck sat about 10 feet way from me eating his Mexican food.
Given my indifference and even antipathy towards politics, I wasn't as excited as some of the other people in the restaurant, including the droves of cell phone owners who surrounded this poor guy and his party. Still, it was pretty cool, and I did take a few pictures (obviously). I had my camera with me, so I got some decent pictures from afar without having to bother the poor man.
All in all, a most eventful day.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Church-aversary
Five years ago tonight (January 19, 2003), I went to my first mass at the Church of the Holy Cross in Dover, which eventually lead to me really diving into this Church business, getting confirmed, trading all my free time for the joy of the Lord, learning more Latin than the average person needs, living in a convent, and all-in-all being a rabid Catholic.
I often talk as though God had been utterly absent from my life before that evening, but of course he was not. That night is a big deal to me now because it was one of a handful of moments in my short time on Earth that I can pin down as life-altering. I can point to it and say, "That's where it started." Spiritual growth and the deepening of faith are like a seed: it's difficult to name a moment when the seed becomes a sprout, or when the sprout becomes a sapling, or when the sapling becomes a tree. You just look one day and realize it's been that way for a while.
I often talk as though God had been utterly absent from my life before that evening, but of course he was not. That night is a big deal to me now because it was one of a handful of moments in my short time on Earth that I can pin down as life-altering. I can point to it and say, "That's where it started." Spiritual growth and the deepening of faith are like a seed: it's difficult to name a moment when the seed becomes a sprout, or when the sprout becomes a sapling, or when the sapling becomes a tree. You just look one day and realize it's been that way for a while.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Lapsed Blogger
Not that anyone out there notices or cares, but it appears to be my habit to quit posting when I'm home. This makes a lot of sense when you think about it, since the only people who DO care are here, and since I'm here, what the heck do they need me to post for?
Nothing, that's what for.
We hit 300 visitors for the month of December today, which is a good chunk over the previous all time high. Whoever you are... get out of here, go do something worthwhile! I guess I'm to blame. December also boasts the all-time high for number of posts (this is #33), and if you fling that much paint at a wall, someone will stop and grimace at it. Alright, I'm sorry. I'll stop. Or slow down, anyway. For a little while.
If anything really brilliant, or just not utterly stupid, comes to me, you'll hear about it. Trust me.
Nothing, that's what for.
We hit 300 visitors for the month of December today, which is a good chunk over the previous all time high. Whoever you are... get out of here, go do something worthwhile! I guess I'm to blame. December also boasts the all-time high for number of posts (this is #33), and if you fling that much paint at a wall, someone will stop and grimace at it. Alright, I'm sorry. I'll stop. Or slow down, anyway. For a little while.
If anything really brilliant, or just not utterly stupid, comes to me, you'll hear about it. Trust me.
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