Monthly Archives: August 2003
Ego Overflow
It must be the time of year that I have my blog identity crisis, because I’m not sure anymore of what I’m doing here. I write here for the discipline of daily writing. I write here to share the ragged … Continue reading
Needs
My department secretary emailed me to ask if I wanted to re-up for my Franklin Planner for next year. My reply: Lois, I simply *must* have a Franklin Planner. Not that I’m a big planner, mind you. I just have … Continue reading
Humble Pie
I came in to work later than normal, so good parking spaces (read: spaces from which the walk to the door doesn’t cause you to sweat all over your fresh work clothes) are harder to come by. But, being a … Continue reading
Some darn expensive shrink wrap
I love this book about Agnes Martin. So much so that I habitually check it out of the library. I don’t know why they don’t just let me keep it since I’m the only one who reads that copy, but … Continue reading
Multiple Universes and Dull Razors
Slate magazine does a good job of characterizing the most popular arguments for and against the multiple universe hypothesis. That is why I love Slate, it excels at summarizing aggregated content — like the five daily newspapers or the top … Continue reading
Promoting Bad Art in Private Places
The next dates for Bad Art Night are set — September 17th and October 15th. This time I am putting a bit more effort into publicity. Apparently one flyer, word of mouth, and my personal magnetism does not on its … Continue reading
Good thing we got help
When Heidi and I had our “Should Heidi take the part time ministry job?” summit, we tacitly agreed that we’d use some of her salary to get help with the heavy cleaning of the house on a regular basis. Today, … Continue reading
An Act of Faith…
Is putting the leftover vegetables from dinner in one of those Tupperware containers and putting it in the fridge.
More than you want to read
(Disclaimer: Bloviated musings about God are to follow. I have no qualifications to talk about God. And even if I did, using words to talk about God is like trying to do cross stitch with oven mitts on. But I … Continue reading
Taking Time
Today I’m taking the day off – vacation! – to accompany my wife through her second surgery in as many months. Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. But it is still an occasion for prayer (or thoughtfulness, for you thoughtful people … Continue reading
She speaks
I was driving around at lunchtime running errands and listening to Radiohead and God spoke to me. She said: “Let it go, Cody. So he called you a jerk. So what? You and I both know you’re a jerk and … Continue reading
Mate Joy Song (Remix)
Some long-time readers might remember my first Mate Joy Song to the tune of “Monday, Monday”. This one popped into my head this morning as I was brewing a pot of the green gold… Mate Joy Song II (to the … Continue reading
Mr. Freshpants
Mr. Freshpants’ pants aren’t as fresh as we’d like them to be lately. He starts preschool next Monday, by which time he is supposed to be potty-trained. Mr. Freshpants has no interest in being potty-trained. He also, to my dismay, … Continue reading
I Like The Black Jesus
One of the secretaries outside the row of hard-wall offices on the way to my cube has a religious calendar hanging where I can see it every day as I pass. In her calendar, Jesus is Black. He’s got a … Continue reading