Vertigo

"Imagine a sheer, steep crag, with a projecting edge at the top. Now imagine what a person would probably feel if he put his foot on the edge of this precipice and, looking down into the chasm below, saw no solid footing nor anything to hold on to. This is what I think the soul experiences when it goes beyond its footing in material things, in its quest for that which has no dimension and which exists from all eternity. For here there is nothing it can take hold of, neither place nor time, neither measure nor anything else; our minds cannot approach it. And thus the soul, slipping at every point from what cannot be grasped, becomes dizzy and perplexed and returns once again to what is connatural to it, content now to know merely this about the Transcendent, that it is completely different from the nature of the things that the soul knows."

-Gregory of Nyssa

And that is where Jesus comes in.

14/01/10 – evening

Prayed.
Chanted psalms.
Laid on floor next to heater and fell asleep.
Ate candy.
Worked a bit on Infant Baptism paper.
Becca came home.
Read papers (Guardian, the Times).
Made dinner - Apple burgers (from farm store), fries, salad (spinach, tomato, cucumber, oil), Achel trappist ale. Crosant and nutella.
Ate with Looses and Burkes.
My tooth hurt.
Watched Brit quiz show, QI.
Listened to jazz.
Read part of “Art of Hebrew Poetry.”
Worked on Infant Baptism paper.
Wrote about Portugal trip.

(university library, raindrops on glasses)

14/01/10

Today I woke and:
Searched for 10 pound note I misplaced (found in the afternoon in a pair of jeans).
Read about dry bones (Ezekiel)
Ate a toast.
Drank a tea.
Led Morning Prayer.
Ate a granola.
Drank a tea.
Met with Tutor Humann about my Genesis Paper topic (Gen 1:28, or Intertestamental views of creation, or theme of recreation)
Wet ride to Divinity of Faculty.
No lecturer for my Gen 1-4 translation class.
Sat through Islam lecture (cannot pronounce topic)
Sat through early church lecture (Athanasius).
Went to Tyndale House for Textual Critical class.
Got lost.
Arrived at Tyndale. Prof sick, no class.
Had coffee with classmates.
Rode back to Westfield.
Ate Naan, garlic crackers, Stilton cheese with Blueberries, and cheddar.
went on internets.

Wet wet

I feel like a drowned cat (is it rat?) after riding to class today. Cold and wet feet. Cold and wet backside. Cold and wet head. I must invest in Gore-Tex. Or maybe I'll just wear the gear that I neglected this morning.

It was fun getting done with our Portugal, Spain, Morocco trip and realizing that once the trip was over we got to go back to England instead of real home. Wee.

Lots to do this term. It's a good thing I am on the internets.