Saturday, August 22, 2009
Calm before the seminary storm
Wish me godspeed, y'all -- and mespeed, Dr. ERspeed, workspeed and whatnotspeed!
The last time I felt really on top of life -- and I do NOT mean in control of it, I mean ... surfing on a piece of driftwood being blown along by the forces of intellectual pursuit, and making a difference merely by daring to make a difference -- was the fall of 2004, when I started this blog in the very throes of the hardest seminar I had getting my M.A. in history. On the Reformation. It started with 24 peeps; it ended with four of us; one flunked; the other two survived; I got the only A. Ever. In that seminar by that fire-breathing prof.
I've got the tingles thinkin' that while I'm almost five years older than I was then, and, eight years older when I started (I'm 45 now), I am so ready to get back on that horse ...
LOL! I was tellin' Bird on the phone awhile ago that I have a new e-mail address, and it's the typical cumbersome student e-mail -- but she interrupted me and said, "ER@JesusSchool.com?" LOLOL. I love my bird. I think she mighta been a little concerned about this turn of events, but she knows it's a nonfundamentalist -- shoot, antifundamentalist -- school. :-)
Anyhoo. Layin' back tonight, hangin' with my beloved Dr. ER.
Saddlin' up in the manana.
Uno. I was thinkin' just today that might oughta learn up on how to cut hair for a livin' in case this journalism gig just goes on to hell before I figure out zactly what to do next. Book learnin' at the barber school!
Two-o. What is this "free plexicon" and "free plexiglass" thing yer spoutin'!??
OSU ranked #9---LSU--#11
whut de hell!!
drunk box werd is 'bonin'--I's hopin that's a fourcast;)
Y'all just git out'n the way of my Cowboys, now. We got special stuff figgered out for Mes Liles! LOL
btw, me and ms dr bill recommend 'Mantracker' on the science channel
And yes, they only knew about the gun because he had it tucked into the waist of his sweatpants and it went off when he sat down in the nightclub.
You can only find cattle that way from a horse. Looks like the producers been watching too many B-B type westerns on the AMC channel.
Real boondocks man-hunting is done best on foot with one guy right behind you watching forward and an another back 25 yards watching behind you.
The best trackers know where the prey are and where they have to go, and then goes there and waits for them.
The best prey is another tracker. Now that is fun.
Of course I'm just makin this all up anyway. I'd just open up my real time super-google earth on my notebook, turn on the .025 meter option, go human range infrared, and nail them that way. Then I'd send in my robo-dog "Sparky" with his cattle-prod and taser device to herd them over to me, while I sat in my airconditioned van and waited.
ER, Godspeed? In that the speed of God varies from that of an electron orbiting in a basically empty atom so fast that it occupies all the shell it is in all of the time, to taking 20 billion years to create the likes of you, I'm not sure which of His speeds to wish for you.
The Old English and Middle English word, "speed" was a wish for success and prosperity, the achievement of a goal.
"God speed the plow" was a song sung by medieval plowman on a holiday following Christmas, basically asking for tips from the villagers for their work for the common good.
Prosperity, not speed.
And you guys call yourselves edgyumacated.
I got my schoolboy outfit on! LOL Fixin' to read my very first readings assigned in my seminary learnin' experiment.
As GKS might agree, and just like your historical work, religious study is about yourself and your community and the growth and development of both.
It's not, in an absolute way, about God.
Loney, you are a real hoot.