My life feels like this:

Go go go go go go go go go go go go.

...go go go go go go go go go go go go.


"Sometimes melancholy leaves me breathless."

I came home from Bible study tonight and went straight to the kitchen to make a cup of tea and settle in for the night. I went to my room, took off my coat, and opened my philosophy book when something sort of like magic happened. Lerin put her hands on the piano and started to make music. I put down everything in my hands, and sat, transfixed. I left my ears absorb the ethereal sweep of sound coming through my half-closed door. I let my mind move to a safer place, because her music puts you in another world (one of which I could take no part with my philosophies and my maps spread out on my table). I am sitting here, listening to songs about the moon and the sea and relishing the fact that I live with such talented people.

If you live in Seattle, she's playing at the Q Cafe on Friday night. Do come.


Chronic glossophobia.

Today I spoke up in class. A rare occasion in the entire span of my educational upbringing.

In a philosophy class, nonetheless. I raised my hand to object because my professor and classmates were going in a direction I didn't like. Everything was silent, and the answer was burning in me...like, how does nobody know this? I gave my piece on the first two chapters of Genesis, about how I believe that there were different authors, as evidenced by the distinct literary styles blah blah scriptural authority blah blah blah it just doesn't make sense any other way blah blah--I just kept going. I even talked over a girl who interrupted me. It was logorrhea at it's best, I don't know what came over me. I felt empowered, in a sense. I argued with researchers, I brought a new idea to the table...and it was considered...and correct. The words just came out, and I was applauded by a genius philosopher. What?

I feel like this blog looks like a pitiful diary entry the shy girl makes when her secret crush asks her for a pencil in math class. It's a small victory, but hey, I'm on my way. Yes, I'm on my way to public speaking for mass audiences.

Wait. Maybe not. Definitely not. My health insurance doesn't cover that kind of therapy.

To quote the marvelous Jean Webster, of Daddy-Long-Legs, Did you ever know such a philosopheress as I am developing into?


Among other things,

I got like, three things in the mail today (one of them a big, fat letter from Romania). Enough said.

A good day for science.