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(You have to imagine that in a Gollum-like voice. Why, I do not know, but there it is.)
The Pentateuch Gashlycrumb Tinies. I attended a nice northeastern liberal United Methodist church growing up--a place of which I still have many fond memories, and which influenced my morality (if not my lack of faith) in more ways than I realized until quite recently. When you're in elementary school you get to leave before the sermon, but once you hit middle school you're supposed to stay. Seeing as I didn't actually want to listen as such, I read the Bible instead, figuring that the Bible was religious and thus it was really just an alternative way of experiencing the service rather than, you know, being rude.
So anyway, I figured I'd read the Bible from the beginning. I bogged down badly in Numbers ("and then the tribe of Dan gave seven silver plates...") but managed to get through; bogged down again in, oh, crap, Chronicles, I think. Whichever one comes second of Kings and Chronicles, that's the one I bogged down in, because there was some repetition going on. And then I started helping out with the younger classes, so I got to leave before the sermon again, woo hoo!
As many of you are likely aware: Hoo boy is there a bunch of stuff in the Bible that doesn't get brought up in your average liberal church service and church school. ("Did God just tell the Israelites to murder an entire city? That's... wow. That's kind of harsh.") So anyway, this brought back some fond memories of childhood. And no, I've never finished the entire Bible; I read the New Testament for a class in college, and I did hack my way into Proverbs eventually--or was it Psalms?--but the latter part of the Old Testament is still a mystery to me. Except for Ruth, because back when Mom still attended church with us and I was getting bored, she would always give me Ruth to read. I think it was because there was a female protagonist.
San Francisco in Jell-O. This is much cooler-looking than it has any right to be.
Otherwise... slow weekend. The big triumph was my random decision to go shopping for a winter coat on the day that turned out to be Macy's one-day half-off sale on winter coats. Go me! Got a mid-length wool coat for $122, down from $225. I was that close to buying the purple one, but I decided the cut on the black was slightly better. At least it has a fun kind of nubbly texture thing going on. (They were all a little too big, of course--they don't really make coats in my size so much, unless I go to a petites store which they don't really have around here--but that's okay. It's winter. Bulky is good.) Also, I am currently baking an apricot tart, and contemplating my list of Places I Want To See Before I Die. (My traveling companions sent me a spreadsheet. I'm not even kidding. It's the cutest thing ever--there are columns for cost, and high season, and low/medium/high priority, and rows where M and S agreed on the priority are a special color so you can tell.)
And I am surprisingly content. I have no idea what's up with that.
ETA: Is LJ going to keep throwing up that note about my password until I change it? Because that's gonna get old.
The Pentateuch Gashlycrumb Tinies. I attended a nice northeastern liberal United Methodist church growing up--a place of which I still have many fond memories, and which influenced my morality (if not my lack of faith) in more ways than I realized until quite recently. When you're in elementary school you get to leave before the sermon, but once you hit middle school you're supposed to stay. Seeing as I didn't actually want to listen as such, I read the Bible instead, figuring that the Bible was religious and thus it was really just an alternative way of experiencing the service rather than, you know, being rude.
So anyway, I figured I'd read the Bible from the beginning. I bogged down badly in Numbers ("and then the tribe of Dan gave seven silver plates...") but managed to get through; bogged down again in, oh, crap, Chronicles, I think. Whichever one comes second of Kings and Chronicles, that's the one I bogged down in, because there was some repetition going on. And then I started helping out with the younger classes, so I got to leave before the sermon again, woo hoo!
As many of you are likely aware: Hoo boy is there a bunch of stuff in the Bible that doesn't get brought up in your average liberal church service and church school. ("Did God just tell the Israelites to murder an entire city? That's... wow. That's kind of harsh.") So anyway, this brought back some fond memories of childhood. And no, I've never finished the entire Bible; I read the New Testament for a class in college, and I did hack my way into Proverbs eventually--or was it Psalms?--but the latter part of the Old Testament is still a mystery to me. Except for Ruth, because back when Mom still attended church with us and I was getting bored, she would always give me Ruth to read. I think it was because there was a female protagonist.
San Francisco in Jell-O. This is much cooler-looking than it has any right to be.
Otherwise... slow weekend. The big triumph was my random decision to go shopping for a winter coat on the day that turned out to be Macy's one-day half-off sale on winter coats. Go me! Got a mid-length wool coat for $122, down from $225. I was that close to buying the purple one, but I decided the cut on the black was slightly better. At least it has a fun kind of nubbly texture thing going on. (They were all a little too big, of course--they don't really make coats in my size so much, unless I go to a petites store which they don't really have around here--but that's okay. It's winter. Bulky is good.) Also, I am currently baking an apricot tart, and contemplating my list of Places I Want To See Before I Die. (My traveling companions sent me a spreadsheet. I'm not even kidding. It's the cutest thing ever--there are columns for cost, and high season, and low/medium/high priority, and rows where M and S agreed on the priority are a special color so you can tell.)
And I am surprisingly content. I have no idea what's up with that.
ETA: Is LJ going to keep throwing up that note about my password until I change it? Because that's gonna get old.