Actually, the Princess is Ethan's.
Um???
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Actually, the Princess is Ethan's.
Um???
Actually, the Princess is Ethan's.
Um???
Joke! Joking!
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We think.
Oh dear. I have just discovered a drawback to teaching the Bible as literature. One of my students just gave me a photo album with a godawful picture of two half naked angels on the front. Um.
I seem to have traded breathtakingly painful cramps for foggy headed numbness with slight discomfort.
Yay?
One of my students just gave me a photo album with a godawful picture of two half naked angels on the front.
*Stabbity stab-stab.* *SPLURCH! squeeky*
"No more scrapbooking in class."
ND, if you're around, can you shoot me an email? I have a question for you. (Or Kristin, if you could let me know what the best email address to use for ND is these days - neither of the ones I have in my Gmail contacts list seem to be active.) Thanks!
Jessica, it's drew AT drewdalzell DOT com. Alternatively, use drew AT diablosound DOT com. Both go to the same mailbox.
Actually, the Princess is Ethan's.
Um???
Other Ethan's! Not your Ethan's.
....
I'm pretty sure.
Danke, Kristin.
Oh dear. I have just discovered a drawback to teaching the Bible as literature. One of my students just gave me a photo album with a godawful picture of two half naked angels on the front. Um.
t passes Kristin brain bleach and mental floss
I've been nodding and pondering all through the religion discussion. It's a strange topic for me, because in a lot of ways I feel like I should be an atheist now. It just seems to be what happens to people from my type of religious background who have a hyper-analytical turn of mind--see under billytea and ND, and I could list example after example from elsewhere in my life. And I've almost come to that point more times than I can count, but I can't seem to pull the trigger. I can't prove there's a God, and the kind of Christianity I was raised to believe just doesn't hold up under my own scrutiny anymore...but I want to believe, and there's still plenty out there that convinces me that there very well might be a God. So I'm sort of an agnostic Christian. Or, as I sometimes explain it, I have the faith of Puddleglum--I try to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there is no Narnia, and I'm on Aslan's side even if there is no Aslan to lead it.