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So, where have I been for the past week? Um... ::holds up index finger:: Places?
Lessee: last Wednesday was the bistro (which rocked), Thursday was Anime Night, Friday was Good Friday and was therefore spent largely at church after work, then there was a Saturday spent at the art museum, my parents' house, and various retail stores, then Sunday I was again at the parents', and now it's Monday again.
Wednesday was the first time I ever had wine. It was Riesling, and I didn't like it much. The aftertaste reminded me of cough syrup. ::shrugs:: On the other hand, the company was excellent and I had rockin' lobster.
Thursday, along with the usual anime, Kayla and Jennifer brought the Simpsons episode with Richard Dean Anderson in it. Which was hilarious. You know what was weird, though? It didn't really sound like him. Not at first, anyway. Maybe he sounds different when he's actually paying attention to the script. :-) You know they had way too much fun recording it, though.
Friday Amy and telepindil and Mary invited me to see a midnight showing of Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail, but it just didn't sit right to watch such a thing after a Good Friday service. The service itself wasn't one of our best (Jason really ought to consider not using the drums from time to time, and I think we could have done the monologues ourselves instead of showing a video), but Pastor Don's sermon was wonderful.
You know that feeling when you've done something or watched something happen that changes everything? Like a death, or a house falling down, or something much-loved breaking, or a word said that haunts you for the rest of your life? Anything from a misunderstanding that kills a relationship to that time four and a half years ago when we watched skyscrapers fall? And something hits you--pounds you--inside your head and heart, striking a blow to your spirit, whispering with deadly cold: "Irreversible!" I get the feeling in books, like when Sirius died, or even when Sam wakes up too quick and snaps at the almost-repentant Gollum. You feel a moment actually slipping through your fingers, watch it shatter on the ground.
Well, the point of Pastor Don's sermon was that two thousand years ago, the irreversible became reversible.
If that ain't a reason to celebrate, I don't know what is.
Also, had a chance to see the Saint John's Bible; you know, the first illuminated Bible in five hundred years, since the invention of the printing press. Didja know they're doing the entire thing by hand? I mean, the layout is done with computers, but they're doing everything from grinding the pigments to curing the quills to sanding the vellum all by hand. It's incredible. And the level of the artistry is astonishing. Mary and I went together (which was nice; we could dawdle all we wanted and no one was trying to tell us to hurry up), and it just flabbergasted both of us to see the absolutely lavish illumination. And I got hand cramps just looking at all the perfect writing. It's incredible to look at it and see that where each letter is, where it is on the line, on the page, in the letter, and what letters are next to it, determines exactly how it's written.
I laughed at the way they corrected forgotten lines. It's a calligrapher's worst nightmare, but they had one where a little bird held a paper that had the missing line written on it. Different pages are given to different artists, so you can see where styles in illumination change, though the writing is consistent. It's an amazing work.
Weather's quite warm now, and the world's turning green.
Lessee: last Wednesday was the bistro (which rocked), Thursday was Anime Night, Friday was Good Friday and was therefore spent largely at church after work, then there was a Saturday spent at the art museum, my parents' house, and various retail stores, then Sunday I was again at the parents', and now it's Monday again.
Wednesday was the first time I ever had wine. It was Riesling, and I didn't like it much. The aftertaste reminded me of cough syrup. ::shrugs:: On the other hand, the company was excellent and I had rockin' lobster.
Thursday, along with the usual anime, Kayla and Jennifer brought the Simpsons episode with Richard Dean Anderson in it. Which was hilarious. You know what was weird, though? It didn't really sound like him. Not at first, anyway. Maybe he sounds different when he's actually paying attention to the script. :-) You know they had way too much fun recording it, though.
Friday Amy and telepindil and Mary invited me to see a midnight showing of Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail, but it just didn't sit right to watch such a thing after a Good Friday service. The service itself wasn't one of our best (Jason really ought to consider not using the drums from time to time, and I think we could have done the monologues ourselves instead of showing a video), but Pastor Don's sermon was wonderful.
You know that feeling when you've done something or watched something happen that changes everything? Like a death, or a house falling down, or something much-loved breaking, or a word said that haunts you for the rest of your life? Anything from a misunderstanding that kills a relationship to that time four and a half years ago when we watched skyscrapers fall? And something hits you--pounds you--inside your head and heart, striking a blow to your spirit, whispering with deadly cold: "Irreversible!" I get the feeling in books, like when Sirius died, or even when Sam wakes up too quick and snaps at the almost-repentant Gollum. You feel a moment actually slipping through your fingers, watch it shatter on the ground.
Well, the point of Pastor Don's sermon was that two thousand years ago, the irreversible became reversible.
If that ain't a reason to celebrate, I don't know what is.
Also, had a chance to see the Saint John's Bible; you know, the first illuminated Bible in five hundred years, since the invention of the printing press. Didja know they're doing the entire thing by hand? I mean, the layout is done with computers, but they're doing everything from grinding the pigments to curing the quills to sanding the vellum all by hand. It's incredible. And the level of the artistry is astonishing. Mary and I went together (which was nice; we could dawdle all we wanted and no one was trying to tell us to hurry up), and it just flabbergasted both of us to see the absolutely lavish illumination. And I got hand cramps just looking at all the perfect writing. It's incredible to look at it and see that where each letter is, where it is on the line, on the page, in the letter, and what letters are next to it, determines exactly how it's written.
I laughed at the way they corrected forgotten lines. It's a calligrapher's worst nightmare, but they had one where a little bird held a paper that had the missing line written on it. Different pages are given to different artists, so you can see where styles in illumination change, though the writing is consistent. It's an amazing work.
Weather's quite warm now, and the world's turning green.