At this point, I'm still up because going to bed seems like too much effort.

It was the lit magazine of a really well-respected Boston high school. We looked at it in my Cultures of High School class because the teacher teaches there. I was much amused.

Okay, up off the couch. Later, dudes.

Seeing as I'm teaching R+J for the first time in a Catholic high school, I just about peed myself laughing at this.

Is there a link? I really want to read it.

God, I've just hooked into "Desperate Housewives" and find it totally hilarious. A little over the top, but funny.

Does that sort of extinction of being freak out other people here?

Frankly, it freaks me out a lot. I've come to better terms with it over the past few years, but it still gives me cold chills sometimes when I'm having trouble falling asleep at night.

So in some sense I suppose I came out of my big crisis in faith still on the believing side because I'm so thoroughly terrified by the idea of nonexistence. And I always have been. I think I've mentioned before that as a very young child, not even school-aged yet, I hated and fought sleep because it gave me the creeps to have my consciousness just disappear on me like that. What if sometime it didn't come back? So in a real sense I've been frightened of death in a world without an afterlife since I was 3 or 4 years old.

But OTOH I don't think I'd be as comfortable with where I am now if I didn't believe I had evidence for God beyond my really really hoping there's something beyond the 40 or 50 years my family history suggests I'm likely to have left, barring tragedy on one side or medical advances on the other. Not that I expect my evidence to convince anyone else besides me, because it's mostly stuff about answered prayer and a nebulous sense of God's presence.

The hardest thing for me was letting go of certainty. I waffled wildly between atheism and evangelicalism bordering on fundamentalism for a long time because both offered such beautiful, airtight certainties. But I couldn't bring myself to believe either. So my personal creed is that life is messy, and doesn't make much sense, but that God is with us regardless, and has given us the means to sanctify the mess. Oh, and to some degree I've decided that, like Puddleglum in The Silver Chair, I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it, and I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia. But I'm OK with that. I'm learning to live with not knowing.

a very young child, not even school-aged yet, I hated and fought sleep because it gave me the creeps to have my consciousness just disappear on me like that. What if sometime it didn't come back?

When I was child of not yet school age, I was fascinated by the loss of consciousness aspect of sleep. Like, when you go to bed you are waiting for something (sleep) to happen, but you will never be aware of the arrival of what you are waiting for. It also seemed to me that when you woke up in the morning, it should seem like no time at all had passed since the time you fell asleep, as you obviously were not conscious of anything that happened while you were asleep (excepting dreams). The fact that this was not true was fascinating to me. I also thought it fascinating that you could have a whole elaborate dream, and experience a whole range of perceptions and emotions, but when you woke up you'd often forget the entire dream. It's like the dream experience made you into a slightly different person, but then that new person was lost when you forgot the dream.

Hey Tommyrot, don't make any plans for dinner on Monday March 21st, okay?

Hey Tommyrot, don't make any plans for dinner on Monday March 21st, okay?

Why? Are the penguin police coming to arrest me? (Sorry, I'm tired and felt the need to say something surreal.)

So you'll be in town (obviously)? Cool!

I will. I should add that part to F2F, shouldn't I? I think the plan is to go to a cajun place. Maybe Aurelia will be along shortly to get more specific.

And magically, I appear!

So... Monday, March 21... we're doing the cajun thing with Lee at Heaven On Seven. Time and which location (downtown vs Wrigleyville) are negotiable.

Funny how that happens.

It's an illooooosion. The IM is quicker than the eye.