Ah. The C of E has backed down.

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Marriage is supposed to be for life, but sometimes it doesn't work out that way.

But it is not only for the partners, but for the Church itself, to decide whether the marriage ought to be witnessed and solemnized in an act of worship. The Church has a responsibility to safeguard the understanding of marriage as a lifelong vocation. In the past the Church of England has sought to meet this responsibility by refusing to have the marriage of a person with a previous partner living solemnized in church. In this way it has tried to indicate clearly that the breach of a marriage is so serious a matter that entering a second one is not something which anybody can claim as a right. When a Christian in this situation has judged it appropriate to marry again, the Church has been willing to respect that decision and to pray with the couple; but it has not been willing to solemnize the marriage.

If, after a serious length of time living alone and dealing responsibly with the legacy of the past marriage, you are certain that God has called you to a new one, the Church will pray with you and your new partner. The Service of Prayer and Dedication after a Civil Marriage is one way, widely available, in which it can do so formally.

So this is a fairly standard way for a divorced Anglican to remarry.

Hey, all. Feeling better on the cold front; can actually breathe now, although have discovered sore nose is not just rubbing sore. There is, in fact, a cold sore inside one nostril that is roughly the size of Mars.

May need Rover, with robot arm to explore if doesn't go away soon. Regardless, I am happy it's not visible.

Just watched Vernica Mars and Alias, and feel like a normal couch potato-y person again. Did virtous things like fold laundry and washed socks for tomorrow (no change for washer and FAR too lazy to run out just for quarters.)

Will now do teacher-y stuff, and have promised myself a hot bath, charcoal masque and DVD before bed tonight.

Oh -- made out with boy this weekend. In my car. Hello, high school! (Glad the weather was nice.) Bizarre. Yet fun. I wonder if I gave him my cold? Kinda hope so, since he didn't call (even though I didn't really want him to call, I would have stil therefore wished the brush-offing instead of the brush-offY, thus the cold-wishage.)

What kind of crazyheaded asswipe gets to make out with Erin and then doesn't call her? A CRAZY ONE, THAT'S WHO.

t sneers and makes Loser-hand-gesture in the general direction of the Midwest

t sneers and makes Loser-hand-gesture in the general direction of the Midwest

t entire Midwest recoils, though they know not why....

See, JZ, that's totally my take. He wasn't Worthy.

(Um, he really kinda wasn't. Nice guy, but... )

Selecting and using training aids.

I really need to get to sleep earlier, because although I'm working on the library of a very large corporation and am in the section on training of employees, my mind is now firmly in the "the best whip for the job" and "ball gags--are they really fun?" type of place.

All right, now this is not helping.

The big book of customer services training games

Whoot! Are there pictures?

Somewhere. I have to get them from a friend.

I can't believe no one went to the obvious place with this:

Marriages that are soluble at higher temperatures, but at lower temperatures they precipitate

Yep, it's the weird evening hours, when connie monopolizes the board

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PostSecret, where anonymous postcards are sent in telling secrets. Amazing.