I'm really enjoying the recent series in the comic strip Get Fuzzy. It reminds me of home. :-) Check it out
here. The current story starts on October 17th.
Last Thursday I was walking back from the library on campus to my apartment when I spotted two Korean men on the path in front of me, looking down at the ground. As I neared, I saw what they were looking at: a bird that was obviously hurt was lying there in the middle of the pavement. It looked like its wing or chest was hurt. It was so sad -- it made me think of this past summer when a bird ran into one of our house's windows and dropped on the deck. Mom and I nearly cried. That bird turned out OK...but this one didn't. One of the Koreans gently picked up the bird and placed it underneath a tree. I walked by the tree the other day and the bird was dead. It was so sad...poor little bird.
We get to sign up for next semester classes soon, I think. I want to take Systematic Theology from this one professor but unfortunately, he teaches at the same time as 2nd semester Greek. Two classes that really caught my attention were: Emerging Worship in the Postmodern Church (or something like that...can't remember the real title) taught by Mark Miller, and Dean Yardley's Music of the World's Religions class. I don't think I can pass up the first one, while I'm sure the 2nd one will come up as an elective again sometime while I'm here. I also want to take NT, and I'm debating whether I should attempt 2nd semester Church History or not. Or....doing Hebrew, which is offered as a January Intensive. :-)
Right. Nothing much else new to report. This is the first Halloween that I do not have a supply of candy corn, which makes me rather sad. I suppose it's good in the long run, but man....I want my sugar fix!
Thinking of the title of this entry....we talked about some really fun stuff in philosophy on Thursday. The limits of language! Unfortunately, we were all rather tired as a class and so discussion was rather limited, which is really too bad because I find this stuff fascinating. You know -- the fact that you can't even really call something indescribable because in doing so, you are describing that thing. Same with conceiving of the inconceivable, explaining the unexplainable, etc.. We looked at the first bit of the Gospel of John and talked about how the language there is really on the margins...at the limits rather than at the center. I'll have to go back and read the intertext for that week because there seem to be some really interesting ideas - especially how it relates to how we talk about the Divine.