This post1. Today the books were 90% off. You can guess what happened. :) $35 and eighteen books later, I’m at 731. Saved $300. Thank heavens the book sale is over. :)
2. Somebody sent me an e-mail through the Contact Me form on here that read, in its entirety, “i hate u.” Awesome. :) (I’d be worried if nobody hated me. It’d mean I’m not being strong enough in my defense of good and virtue.)
3. I don’t think I’ve blogged yet about starting on the Hugh Nibley research project. Right now I’m working on Nibley’s use of the New Testament in his works, and the next project will be a Pearl of Great Price bibliography. It’s fun, especially the visualization part after I collect the data. :)
4. At ward FHE a few weeks ago, we had to split into groups, put together short skits, and then perform them for everyone. Unfortunately I’m one of those who doesn’t do so well in front of large groups. Mind freezes. Awkwardness floods in. What should I say? Everything I can think of sounds stupid. Standing up there in front of everyone, I feel so vulnerable. Arms fold in, give me some semblance of confidence. Then it all gets shattered. It’s all the worse because after it ended, after my lameness was broadcasted to the world, brilliant lines began pouring into my head — the lines I should’ve said. Doesn’t it always happen that way? This is why I’m a writer. :) Once I auditioned for a part in A Christmas Carol. I sounded great in my head and even as I practiced in my bedroom, but as soon as I stepped into that audition room, it all evaporated, leaving only quiverings behind. About the only time I don’t get scared out of my stockings is when I give a talk in church. That’s it.
5. I really, really, really love it that God has revealed truth and light to so many people throughout the ages — Muhammad, Confucius, Buddha, etc. Sure, it wasn’t a fulness, but it’s exceedingly awesome that the truth they taught did indeed come from God.
6. The other day I saw a guy pushing a vending machine into the elevator. Couldn’t tell if he was stealing it or fixing it. Or just confused.
7. One of my friends’ dads, who we’ll call Ernie, was at a techie conference some time ago. Some guy from India walked up to him and said, “Do you want to double up?” Ernie was understandably disturbed at this, as he not only had a wife and half a dozen children, but he wasn’t that sort of a fellow to begin with. “No, no, that’s okay,” he replied. The other man was persistent: “Do you want to double up?” A few more back-and-forths later, Ernie realized that what the man was saying was actually, “Do you want to develop?” Just a wee bit different. :P
P.S. According to Tolkien, the old plural of dwarf was dwarrows. Cool. I prefer dwarves, though.
