Shelter From the Storm

Good lord. I haven’t posted in so long that my own blog logged me out. My own blog! Hrm…

Well, it’s been a busy few weeks. In the wake of the election … all of the work that piled up while obsessively reading every election blog and Sarah Palin news tidbit worked its way around, found my derriere, and chomped with a tremendous and painful ferocity.

In the last four days? … Four exams, one paper, one 401 (see: the graduate class that’s fairly working my butt off…) problem set.

I don’t think I’ve really “bombed” an examine before (I mean… at least in high school calculus, there was Hannah Hagstrom to help me out (thanks, Hannah!)). But today, at 11:00 am (actually, more like 11:10 am, because I was late from finishing my last exam), I opened up and pawed through my five page Money and Banking exam, and realized … I didn’t know the answer to a SINGLE question on the exam.

No worries though–the class takes the best two out of three exams … and I did pretty well on the first two. Basically, the incentive structure was this: study a LOT and have a chance of improving grade slightly. Study NONE and grade (a marginal “A”) stays the same. Any other week, I might actually have studied.

Now, I’m blogging on my floor, on my paralytic’s mat. Actually, it’s a Thermarest, and I’m not at all paralyzed–though my back seems to have regressed this week. But I like thinking about that wonderful Bible story where some dude had his friends take him, on his paralytic’s mat, to a place where Jesus dazzling the crowds, dig a hole in the roof, and lower him down on wires. I’ll probably get along just fine without JC but … if anyone happens to find him speaking somewhere (where tha’ party at?!) and wants to blow a hole in the roof and lower me down on wires … I’d be down. Just sayin’…

Actually, I love this story. I’ll post it!

One day as he was teaching, Pharisees and teachers of the law, who had come from every village of Galilee and from Judea and Jerusalem, were sitting there. And the power of the Lord was present for him to heal the sick. Some men came carrying a paralytic on a mat and tried to take him into the house to lay him before Jesus. When they could not find a way to do this because of the crowd, they went up on the roof and lowered him on his mat through the tiles into the middle of the crowd, right in front of Jesus.

When Jesus saw their faith, he said, “Friend, your sins are forgiven.”

The Pharisees and the teachers of the law began thinking to themselves, “Who is this fellow who speaks blasphemy? Who can forgive sins but God alone?”

Jesus knew what they were thinking and asked, “Why are you thinking these things in your hearts? Which is easier: to say, ‘Your sins are forgiven,’ or to say, ‘Get up and walk’? But that you may know that the Son of Man has authority on earth to forgive sins….” He said to the paralyzed man, “I tell you, get up, take your mat and go home.” Immediately he stood up in front of them, took what he had been lying on and went home praising God. Everyone was amazed and gave praise to God. They were filled with awe and said, “We have seen remarkable things today.”
(Luke 4:17-26)

Sagar, I’m sorry I haven’t been better about keeping touch. I guess that goes for everyone, though. Family … I’m sorry!

Oh! In the interest of getting a absolutely stunning-spectacular score on the GRE, I’ve been beefing up on my vocab as of late (I’m sure you can tell … er, …). My favorite new word is the interobang. Interobang?! I really need to incorporate more interobangs into my sentences?!

Well, it’s November 21st … and it finally snowed. Wednesday, it was 67 degrees (F … Sagar, not C!). Last night, it snowed (at long last!). But November 21st means Thanksgiving, right? Apparently… Christina has decided that it’s time for Thankgiving. While I’ve been reading about the Microsoft Antitrust case (which … as much as I want to, I can’t convince myself that the DOJ actually had a case against Microsoft … warming my bones by the natural gas fire…), Christina has been commanding an army of sous chefs (namely, Lindsey, Bovard and Matt…) cooking up a storm. Apauruvent (which is the misspelled french word for “apparently”), it’s time. Mmm!

Well, that’s all for now. (Vegetarian) Thanksgiving dinner time! Huzzah!