and lo! a voice doth cry from the wilderness
yea, verily, i'm writing again! not much, not much, but just a taste.
this evening, i watched 'to catch a thief' with the roomie. how can a movie be so good, and who decided that films should suck since hitchcock stopped making them? i mean, there're occasional exceptions, but still. you get the drift.
someone decided recently that i should have to actually work at my job. sheez.
i recently read some great books: brothers karamazov (dostoevsky), the four loves (cs lewis, for the fifth time or so), wild at heart (john eldredge, amazing and liberating book, highly recommended and won't take you but two days), and the 'inheritance' saga (paolini, only two books)- that last pair was my post-BK cleansing of the mind, a really fun little fantasy, even though it's fairly predictable. standard fare, but worth checking out, and he quotes from blazing saddles in the second book. "Barges?!? We don't need no stinking barges!!!" i laughed. out loud. which i do alot.
alabama's dream season has fallen apart on me. the world turned gray and ashes fill my food. out of the depths, so on and so forth.
anywho, that's really it. i've begun the ball rolling towards graduate school. let's hope it pans out. miss all my bham peeps... mad props. fran, i listened to the 'ham day' thing the other day and almost fell out o'my chair. really. you rock.
k, bye.
soli Deo gloria--


