avoidance

i should be grading essays. i'm not.

i should be making a couple of phone calls. i'm not.

i should be figuring out my lesson plans for the week. i'm not.

i should be returning kenny and marissa's Schoolhouse Rock DVD. i'm not.

i should be cleaning my house. i'm not.

i should stop writing in here. i'm not.

so yesterday was quite the exciting one in thurmanworld. sunday celebration - excellent. so glad i'm getting the chance to help janet with worship. so great to be in the space, even if it was a bit on the chilly side. probably unwise to wear only my birks. probably won't stop me from doing so again next week (assuming, of course, we continue to stay snow free in 2006. stupid weather). wonderful time of fellowship/eating at the brownhouse. then i stayed around to help aaron with the outside lights.

went home and, in a major change in my life, decided to watch the steelers game live instead of after the game. didn't hurt that by the time i turned it on, the steelers were already up by 14. wow. i watched all the way until the last five minutes, about the time the refs overturned the polamalu interception. God obviously knew what was coming and knew if i kept watching, i would end up in the hospital. wow. so glad i had today off so i could spend the time listening to all the recounts, reading about the game. i honestly did have much hope going into yesterday's game - i mean, indianapolis had been so great all season. i had said all week they would have to play over their heads to win. and they did. what a crazy, crazy ending. hard to watch, even knowing the outcome. i cannot fathom having watched that live - i would have been found floundering in the fetal position.

then colin came over and we headed over to the comet to catch the allstars. great night. so glad we made it early - place was packed, which is what happens when people don't have to work the next day. kim and joyce joined us, as did charlie. and i got to eat one of their amazing burritos. mmmm....

interesting couple of days in my WW journal. seinfeld and war, back to back. crazy. still pondering what thurman now would say to thurman then. or vice versa. i do remember thinking (and maybe this is in the journal later) that i could just keep cycling south and go into mexico, avoiding any possibility of the draft. strange, strange time. surprised at how little i actually wrote about it on the day. semed like a much bigger deal in my memory than it did on the page. but like i said, maybe there's more coming later.

excellent meeting with the triemergent cohort - gathering of folks interested in discussing this thing called the emergent church. not much focus, but then there rarely has been. raised some more questions about church and if there are foundational issues that allow us to call ourselves Christian. i struggle with knowing if this desire to determine who is in and who is out is just a hold over from my upbringing or if there are foundational questions we must answer. i think we all can see how our stories mingle with The Story, even those that would never claim faith. but how much richer our interaction when we've experienced The Story.

saturday night i decided i shouldn't sit at home, so i took a chance and went down to see anthony and cleopatra at the cincinnati shakespeare festival. i knew the story, but not sure i had ever read it. i was underwhelmed. the supporting cast was much stronger than the two leads. anthony reminded me too much of jake on veronica mars and did not make believe he was one of the greatest warriors of his time. and cleopatra's interpretation was just wrong. she came off more like a spoiled rich girl than a mysterious, exotic queen. i never felt a real connection between her and anthony. and i didn't like either one of them enough to care. ah well. here's hoping julius caesar is better.

worst part: bea called while i was at the show to invite me to hang out with her and courtney. figures the one night i actually decide not to stay home.

hmmmm...i have things to share. but not sure this is the forum to do so. is this self-censorship? self-preservation? self-importance? self-delusion?

i'll let you figure it out.
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Tunes: old 97's - am i too late