3 weeks. 3 entries.

Where has my life gone?

Blame partly goes to NaBloPoMo and all of my creative juices being expended on Blogger. The rest goes to the University of Southern Maine, which it seems will not let up until I have signed over to them both my life and my firstborn child.

The mice have gone to the great Cheese Wheel in the sky. Martin died the Monday before last, and Chuck joined him this past Tuesday. They were well over two years old and vibrant right up until the end, when apparently they decided that enough was enough, laid down to sleep, and never got up. And as if that wasn’t already sad, I’ve been so ridiculously busy that Chuck is still in our freezer.

Don’t look at me like that. The container is well marked…

on the origin of…primordial goo

While I was at Doug and Meghan’s house on Monday, we got into a little discussion on evolution. As I’ve posted before, I don’t hold to any particular opinion on how it all came to be, simply a firm belief that the earth and, in particular, humankind were crafted by the hand of God. The rest is really up to Him.

But there has come a point, as I told Meghan, where I am starting to bemoan my own lack of knowledge in certain areas, like models for the evolution of Homo sapiens. I mean, I’m taking Biological Anthropology this semester and I’ll be taking Human Origins in the spring. I am comfortable with not knowing. I am comfortable with leaving things up to faith. But what I am not comfortable with is avoiding a particular line of thought not because I don’t agree, but because I simply haven’t educated myself on the subject.

And how ironic that we should have this discussion the night before NOVA’s “Judgement Day: Intelligent Design on Trial” aired on PBS. It’s a 2 hour exploration of the Kitzmiller v. Dover trial over the inclusion of ‘Intelligent Design’ in the science curriculum. The program itself is not surprisingly a little biased in favor of evolutionary theory, but I thought that overall it gave a pretty fair account of the case. It did raise a lot of thoughts about the intersection of faith and science, and I’ll try to formulate some more coherent thoughts to post later.

In the meantime, Meghan let me borrow The Language of God: A Scientist Presents Evidence for Belief. I think now may be a good time to start reading it…

the end is near (give or take 1,437 days)

I had a wonderful time tonight at Doug and Meghan’s house. How does the saying go? Good food, good friends, good conversation.

(I have to be careful not to say anything bad because Doug reads this blog.)

Just kidding ya, D-tap.

I don’t get to see friends from my old church that often. It was great to take the weekend off and drive down to Pennsylvania to visit Kayla; not only because I had the chance to spend quality time with a friend that I only see a few times a year, but also for the endless interest and amusement that 14+ hours on the road provided.

I saw a billboard HomeVestors and their website: www.WeBuyUglyHouses.com. What a caveman has to with real estate, I have no idea…

I heard a long radio segment explaining the proper procedure and etiquette for an Orthodox memorial service. Thanks to Google I learned that it was a broadcast from 91.5, Aktina FM. Strange how an otherwise completely foreign culture can make you homesick.

I wondered about the origin of town names like Catskill, Peekskill, and Cauterskill.

I listened to an interview on NPR with the author of “The Toothpick: Technology and Culture”.

I saw another billboard, this time for an attorney: www.LadyDUI.com. “Because Hope is Not a Strategy”. Does that rub anyone else the wrong way?

Set your clocks. I have come to learn the exact date of the end of all creation: October 21, 2011 (and just so you’re ready, the Rapture will be occurring exactly five months beforehand on May 21st). Don’t believe me? Ask Mr. Harold Camping.

And why is it that every listener supported station chooses to have their fundraise-a-membership-drive at the exact. same. time. Is it some tax thing or financial strategy? Please, someone, enlighten me.

I took a photo of beets, because that’s what you do when you’re in Pennsylvania (Don’t believe me? Ask Dwight Schrute.):

beets

My apologies if any of you are offended by photos of naked plant roots.