Shoot. What is Today? Thursday?

The sun is shining here in Bellingham. The little clock on the bottom right hand corner of the screen says that I have 40 minutes until I need to be across campus, sitting, listening to presentations about democracy promotion in various countries. I haven't written for awhile, so I figured I'd give a quick update.

I just finished Revelation today. Which is cool, because I started in Genesis at the beginning of August. Done in 9 months, if my math is correct. That's pretty cool. The plan now is to spend a week in Hebrews, which is hands down my favorite NT book.

I love when people talk on the phone in the library. Loudly. It's my favorite.

Climbing isn't happening as often as I would like it to. In between being tired of all the local spots, it's hard to find climbing buddies, and my left arm is feeling kinda funny, which perhaps has something to do with the awkward bump on my left arm. I'm climbing with my finger taped up, which helps give support to the tendon, but to blow a tendon now would be the worst thing I could do. ANYWAY. I'm going to the doctor today to see what's up. I know. Shocker.

I would love to keep going, but there's people wandering around the library looking for computers, even if it's just to check their Facebook. SO I should go. I'll try to write more later. We'll see how that goes.

So This Is What I Do

I'm at it again: writing papers based on almost entirely primary source evidence. It's so much more fun and interesting than looking through secondary source material (stuff that was written about other stuff, to over-simplify it) writing the page number, and giving credit to the person that does it.



So, because it's more fun, I sit in front of a light-emitting screen and sift through newspapers on a microfilm machine. This is fantastic in small doses. However, I'm going on hour number four of it, and my search has turned up surprisingly little evidence. The objective? To analyze newpaper advertisements searching for ways in which women during the early-mid 1940's were encouraged to operate under war industrialization, rationing, and general traditional gender role flip-flopping. While good evidence has been hard to come by, I keep seeing ads directed at women saying that something is "so easy to wear," typically in reference to wool something- or- other.



QUESTION: Don't ya just put something on? The ability to wear something is not the issue (unless we're talking about the armor of God: that stuff'll just fall off if we're not careful.) Rather, it seems to me that whether or not you can do ANYTHING in it is the question. What the heck is "garbandine?" Terms like "bodice" just confuse me.


As you partake in my boredom while August issues of the New York Times scroll unfruitfully before my eyes, think about this...



What if humans were actually called slugs? what if we renamed the two species right now, because those are the species names that were actually intended in our creation? Would they If you were a human, how would it feel to get salted by a slug?



This is just a taste of the micro film room at WWU. Where the university setting turns otherwise intelligent slugs into mere humans in the process of being salted.

Life is good, by the way. Confusing, busy, but entertaining. Thank goodness it's almost summer.