The humidity finally broke today (84% yesterday). It is one of those perfect summer days that leads one to dream. Walking from my car to the sterile Science Center, I had a brief moment of euphoria, as images of beaches, green grass, picnics, and cool water flashed through my brain. My summer so far has held few of these things. However, anxiety, humidity, and lethargy have been in plentiful supply.
I was supposed to get a book out of the library for the Kenyan guy who delivers packages from DHL. Last week, he shyly but determinedly asked me if I could get Crime and Punishment for him.
I forgot. So, it's off to the library...
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Friday, July 15, 2005
Mayhap I am not cut out for this whole "blogging" endeavor.
Searching through random blogs during work, I found the infamous Maury Povich blog entry that led to hundreds of mistaken requests for Maury's time and advice. It was pretty hilarious - pretty sad, too. I am left wondering how Maury Povich became an all-healing god for so many people. When these people watch his show, are they filled with hope, because there are so many others out there with the same problems? I have always looked at Maury and his ilk as crass opportunists who glorify and feast on the pain of others. I've characterized the people who appear on the show as exploiting themselves for cash. Is there something else going on here? Is this modern ministry? Are people actually redeemed/saved/helped by Maury?
This train of thought leads to one of those rare occasions when I actually begin to perceive that other people think and behave in a way that is totally alien to me. I wonder what I'm missing.
I have a car now, which feels like blissful freedom. I am able to silence my pangs of guilt about pollution, lack of community, and the looming oil crisis by turning up the radio and rolling down the windows.
I forgot my book today, so I am consigned to hours of internet usage. I get bored with it and my eyes hurt. A book is much more comforting. Perhaps if I could hold the computer in my hands...?
I didn't have coffee this morning and it just about killed me. I finally asked my boss if I could run to the coffee shop at 11:30am. Ahh, sweet, sweet manna from heaven. Life seems infinitely rosier now.
Searching through random blogs during work, I found the infamous Maury Povich blog entry that led to hundreds of mistaken requests for Maury's time and advice. It was pretty hilarious - pretty sad, too. I am left wondering how Maury Povich became an all-healing god for so many people. When these people watch his show, are they filled with hope, because there are so many others out there with the same problems? I have always looked at Maury and his ilk as crass opportunists who glorify and feast on the pain of others. I've characterized the people who appear on the show as exploiting themselves for cash. Is there something else going on here? Is this modern ministry? Are people actually redeemed/saved/helped by Maury?
This train of thought leads to one of those rare occasions when I actually begin to perceive that other people think and behave in a way that is totally alien to me. I wonder what I'm missing.
I have a car now, which feels like blissful freedom. I am able to silence my pangs of guilt about pollution, lack of community, and the looming oil crisis by turning up the radio and rolling down the windows.
I forgot my book today, so I am consigned to hours of internet usage. I get bored with it and my eyes hurt. A book is much more comforting. Perhaps if I could hold the computer in my hands...?
I didn't have coffee this morning and it just about killed me. I finally asked my boss if I could run to the coffee shop at 11:30am. Ahh, sweet, sweet manna from heaven. Life seems infinitely rosier now.
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