Did you know Diet Coke and Mentos are totally combustible when combined? I didn't until my dear friend Amy explained how she tried this at book club recently.
Check it out:
This site has lots of
other fun experiments. Enjoy!
7/12/2006
6/27/2006
We are such secrets...
A portion of the book Gilead that I borrowed from Foolish Knight. It rang so true to me I decided to post it.
"So we were just quiet for some time. Your mother came out with a pot of hot cider and cups, and she sat there quiet right along with us, the dear woman. And I spent the time thinking how it would be if Jack Boughton were indeed my son, and had come home weary from whatever life he had, and was sitting there still and at seeming peace in that peaceful night. There was a considerable satisfaction in that thought. The idea of grace had been so much on my mind, grace as a sort of ecstatic fire that takes things down to essentials. There in the dark and the quiet I felt I could forget all the tedious particulars and just feel the presence of his mortal and immortal being. And a sensation came over me, a sort of lovely fear, that made me think of Boughton's fear of angels.
Now, I may have been more than half asleep at that point but a thought arose that abides with me. I wished I could sit at the feet of that eternal soul and learn. He did then seem to me the angel of himself, brooding over the mysteries his mortal life describes, the deep things of man. And of course that is exactly what he is. "For who among men knoweth the things of a man, save the spirit of the man, which is in him?" In every important way we are such secrets from each other, and I do believe that there is a separate language in each of us, also a separate aesthetics and a separate jurisprudence. Every single one of us is a little civilization built on the ruins of any number of preceding civilizations, but with our own variant notions of what is beautiful and what is acceptable--which I hasten to add, we generally do not satisfy and by which we struggle to live. We take fortuitous resemblances among us to be actual likeness, because those around us have also fallen heir to the same customs, trade in the coins, acknowledge, more or less, the same notions of decency and sanity. But all that really just allows us to coexist with the inviolable, untraversable, and utterly vast spaces between us."
"So we were just quiet for some time. Your mother came out with a pot of hot cider and cups, and she sat there quiet right along with us, the dear woman. And I spent the time thinking how it would be if Jack Boughton were indeed my son, and had come home weary from whatever life he had, and was sitting there still and at seeming peace in that peaceful night. There was a considerable satisfaction in that thought. The idea of grace had been so much on my mind, grace as a sort of ecstatic fire that takes things down to essentials. There in the dark and the quiet I felt I could forget all the tedious particulars and just feel the presence of his mortal and immortal being. And a sensation came over me, a sort of lovely fear, that made me think of Boughton's fear of angels.
Now, I may have been more than half asleep at that point but a thought arose that abides with me. I wished I could sit at the feet of that eternal soul and learn. He did then seem to me the angel of himself, brooding over the mysteries his mortal life describes, the deep things of man. And of course that is exactly what he is. "For who among men knoweth the things of a man, save the spirit of the man, which is in him?" In every important way we are such secrets from each other, and I do believe that there is a separate language in each of us, also a separate aesthetics and a separate jurisprudence. Every single one of us is a little civilization built on the ruins of any number of preceding civilizations, but with our own variant notions of what is beautiful and what is acceptable--which I hasten to add, we generally do not satisfy and by which we struggle to live. We take fortuitous resemblances among us to be actual likeness, because those around us have also fallen heir to the same customs, trade in the coins, acknowledge, more or less, the same notions of decency and sanity. But all that really just allows us to coexist with the inviolable, untraversable, and utterly vast spaces between us."
6/09/2006
Show and Tell
Over my break I ...
Moved: Which has just taken up all my time along with some new responsibilities and the possibility of a new position at work. So much change. The apartment is the BEST! I sit on the patio and stare at the sunset all the time. Usually with a nice glass of pink knot.
The couch was a great buy. No remorse!
Moved: Which has just taken up all my time along with some new responsibilities and the possibility of a new position at work. So much change. The apartment is the BEST! I sit on the patio and stare at the sunset all the time. Usually with a nice glass of pink knot.
The couch was a great buy. No remorse!
Got a kitty: He's really not mine but my friend/roommate's. The kitty Aiden survived two weeks with just me. He's severely co-dependent and didn't appreciate my long days away from home. Laurel is adjusting to living in the US again. We are off to Ikea tomorrow to get some more stuff for the apartment. Its still not quite put together.
Went to visit my favorite girls in Cali: I enjoyed the sun and palm trees for a few days. I held the most beautiful new baby Sophia as much as possible. It was great just visiting my friends and spending time with them. I miss them all and its only been a week since I was there! MOVE BACK!!!!!!!!! Aren't they cute?! (See Matt I followed through and posted pic's of your cute kids!)
Oh and in case you didn't notice I now have the use of a digital camera. Hooray! But still no pic's of me. Mwaaahaaaahaaaa!
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