it all makes sense to me now. . .

well - i apologise for my distinct lameness in not getting round to posting anything for almost a week.
not sure whether this was a result of having nothing to say or too much. but i've logged a few things worth mentioning and will update each day this week with at least one.

so here's a snapshot of the people and things and thoughts that have been jumbling round in my head these past few days . . .

on the road with the archangel - my latest beuchner. the expectation that comes with ordering new birkenstocks. introducing nathan to dj shadow, figuratively speaking. jude actually meets dave grohl. jealousy. job satisfaction. friendship. secrets never to be told beyond the wine fueled dinner table. the fine line that seperates intimacy of friendship and physical attraction. Pad's intruiging but resulting delicious recipe for pancakes. flannery o'connor. what it is to be Christ haunted. electoral disatisfaction. the ethics of being an elected representative. the joy of getting one's hands into the soil and planting. chatting journalistic ethics with william crawley. chatting deconstruction in post modern-philosophy with john caputo. having the the in-laws to stay. not having time to write. chuck palahniuk. hearing trad session for the first time in ages and loving it. walter bruggemann. perfecting cous cous salad. chuck palahniuk and walter bruggemann. fight club and bruggemann's vision of covenantal community. must reread wise blood. still being christ haunted. dennison witmer takes my breath from me. the ethics of making money out of erotic fiction writing. . . .

as we got ready for work this morning, the following exchange took place, shouted between kitchen and bedroom, whilst the band in question oozed out the stereo:

Michael: "you know how boards of canada makes you think of childhood in some vague way that is hard to pinpoint?"
LB: " yes. . .?"
Michael: "daniel is listening to them at 3 and a half. so when he's in his thirties this same music really will remind him of his childhood. "
LB: "weird."

that has been the most intellectually stimulating moment of my day so far.

::sigh::

i. really. do. love. my. job.

one week to rufus. seven weeks to provence.

x.