Monthly Archives: September 2007

My parents, accompanied by our family friends and neighbors, Gary and Elaine, arrive tomorrow, and will be with us through Wednesday morning.  Part family time, part business, my Mom rented a van to drive from Iowa (a loooong trip) to … Continue reading →

Here’s John Stackhouse, professor of theology at Regent College, on the recently rather popular ‘love song to Jesus’ genre: http://stackblog.wordpress.com/2007/09/16/jesus-im-not-in-love-with-you/. One thing I found interesting in reading the comments responding to his post was the number of people who seemed … Continue reading →

Yesterday I tagged along with Sydney and some of his fellow philosophy grad students on a canoing expedition on Cayuga Lake. Though I’ve appreciated the view of the lake from afar, dabbled my toes from the dock at the Farmer’s … Continue reading →

Hasty emailing can yield humorous (if irritating) results.  In one email I got today, the writer (who knows me well) accidently referred to me as “Eric”; another email, ten minutes later, yields “Thanks so much Ernie!” Okay, I thought parents … Continue reading →

In addition to my normal walk at the gym this morning, I tried doing a tiny bit of running.  HA!   I’m in better shape than I have been since middle school, and it was still exactly as if I’d tried … Continue reading →

I just read a post on my college roommate’s blog that sparked the following thoughts. Thanks, Sarah, for reminding me to speak up for silence, strange as that sounds. In our church we do all sorts of things to try … Continue reading →

Here’s what I learned today: ‘This is what scholarship is for: to hide ignorance’. Sydney

I’m having a lot of fun with this: I’m assigned to read a whole bunch of stuff that will help to answer some of the looming questions about my field.  But in the process I need to compile an annotated … Continue reading →

Last week or so I remember thinking, “You know, I really could stand to clean out the fridge and wipe it down before my mom comes for a visit later this month.  But I don’t want to.”  Well, this past … Continue reading →

Okay . . . ?  This is what I hear from Sydney as he starts hauling in produce from the garden.  When I plunk the scale down (since we keep it stashed away for weighing suitcases, digging it out took … Continue reading →