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It was a chilly sort of day in Houston. Will and Seth went outside for a bit, giving Seth a chance to try out one of the hats we got in a Ravelry swap. Seth wasn’t too keen on coming inside, so he thought he’d try the door. Hmm. I guess that’s one more thing to baby-proof.
YOU DONT UNDERSTAND, i said. TO ME, LOSING EIGHT HUNDRED DOLLARS AND LOSING SCISSORS IS EXACTLY THE SAME. THE CONSEQUENCES ARE EXACTLY THE SAME. IT IS THE SAME ITS THE SAME ITS THE SAME.
aaaaaaaand thats the latest installment on What Its Like To Be Me.
ps-
nippy noodles finally decided to get out of bed today at lunch time when he heard me using the microwave.
pps-
kyler stephen was born today at 12:40 weighing in at an impressive 9 pounds and measuring 21 inches in length. mom and baby boy are doing fine- happy birthday kyler!
- Mood:
post apocalyptic - Music:something soothing
Diva enthralled by the snow...
Originally uploaded by Geekgirly.
I guess it hasn't lost it's appeal... ;)
Snow in the overnight now a continuous cold rain, slush...not
a good day for sinuses but the problem in head and ear seems
at least no worse I say fingers crossed.
Now on last Saturday morning a number of us met in Pleasantville
and heard a talk by Dr. Steven Ware...and here he is. Richard
Kendall to his right.
.His theme was the question of why Christmas is celebrated on
December 25. It is commonly thought that this was to replace
the Roman festival of Sataurnalia, but it seems current research--
of which Dr Ware is in the forefront--indicates that the thinking
of early Christians was quite different and involved a complex
exercise in what one might call Metahistory.
When we had our first Church History class in seminary I remember
Fr Schmemann saying that he had been advised by someone in Paris
at a dinner ."Don't teach history ,teach metahistory."
but "I still do not understand what is this 'metahistory'".
But perhaps this meditation which led to our December 25th date
could be a good and interesting example. I will summarize briefly
what I undertand the thought to have been if you will click to the
right here.( Read more... )
As you see I have added a photo of Christmas lights I took
last night.
To find an actual coincidence of history as Divine plan
with that of its literal pattern, of Heilsgeschicte with geschicte
as we say in the trade, and of this sort ,would be very unexpected
for almost anyone today, it is outside our way of thought and
is of the order of imagining a world in which the pattern of the
heavens fully reflected events on earth, astrology of Eden or of
the centaurs in Narnia.(I understand that my friends here include
an astrologer or two but I would hold that it cannot work except
in 'synchronicity' ,within the empirical universe as we for the
most part know it)It is the Hermetic work ,in the Renaissance
sense, to seek to join things of this sort, science and sacred
science... well and could it be that at least this once on a
December 25 the levels of history fully met? But in any case that
the December date is not an inappropriate one to the festival was
interesting to me and may be to you,
as always welcome all your thought, on anything at all, yours
+Seraphim
.Pieter Breugel "the numbering of Bethlehem" in the census of Augustus
Joseph leads a donkey on which Mary is seated.
kim is having a c-section this morning. i cannot believe her baby boy is going to be here TODAY. it is truly amazing. i cant wait to find out that theyre both fine.
oh and ps i am not getting a lot of my lj comment emails so you know, blablabla. etc.
- Mood:
cold - Music:the power of pine sol
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Как принять участие?
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Since the last substantive update I posted was in August, it might be time for a little catch-up! I sat down to write about September and took a look at Flickr to see what happened. Well, apparently not much. Or, rather, SO much happened that I didn’t have time to take any pictures! What a conundrum.
What really happened in September is that I started a six-month rotation in a different area at work. I moved out of my comfy nest in the Chief Financial Officer’s directorate and into the brand new but not really so new world of Human Resources.
Before you ask: no, I cannot get you a job. I have nothing to do with hiring and firing, employee actions, or other things of that nature. The best pointer I can give you is to check recruiting events at your school, should you still be in graduate or undergraduate programs, and to look at USAJOBS.gov every so often if you’re interested in a federal government career.
The new but not so new world of HR isn’t all that new because I’m doing essentially what I was doing before: working with employees and organizations to develop in new, fabulous, and wonderful ways. Okay, so that’s slightly overstated, but it’s really pretty close to what I do. Whether everyone thinks their development is as wonderful and fabulous as I think it is, well, that’s another story. I won’t ever post specifics here about what I do, and I probably won’t get much beyond the generic level I just established. I think that what I and my colleagues do helps to improve the work environment and long-term careers of our employees.
I’m just a rosy little Pollyanna, I know. I understand that many employees don’t want to bother with development and would rather just get their paychecks. You know what? That’s fine with me. If you’re satisfied with your career, then have at it and enjoy. I don’t like programs that force development on employees – you know the sort, with the required soft-skills training*, the endless personal assessments, and the ladder that shows career paths that you don’t want to take. That should all be your choice. However, I also don’t like are people who bad-mouth those things only because they don’t want to participate in them. Those developmental tools can be very beneficial to people who actually are interested in changing their career path, finding a career path, or simply getting more out of what they do every day.
Obviously this is something I care about, right? So it shouldn’t be a surprise that I’ve loved my new but not so new world. I get to work with different organizations and get new insights into what happens at our workplace. I get to be with more colleagues who speak my language and can help me learn new things or learn more about things I already know. It’s been so great, actually, that I officially transferred to the group at the beginning of November.
So that’s what’s been happening, work-wise. I still feel like I’m constantly running to catch up, but I”m also settling into my new role. It’s a good place to be.
*I’m not talking about diversity or ethics training, conflict management, or basic communication/interpersonal skills. Yes, you do actually need to pay attention to those. If all we can do is lead the horse to water, that’s an important trough to be at, Horse.
plus- i never skip. ever.
- Mood: oh well
- Music:i am so sick of tiger woods i mean who cares, WHO CARES
Thinking about Fawlty Towers I wondered what might be on
youtube, and found this lovely scene of Manuel learning English
and the Major(guest at the hotel) supposing that he is being
addressed by a talking moosehead. Basil finally acidly observing
that he must have started a bit early today. It is a grand scene
and I hope you may enjoy it as much as I ...
Then thinking about Moose leads to...
1)Bullwinkle Moose. Not very bright but making asides to audience
("breaking the fourth wall" separating players on stage from
audience)which indicate he may be brighter than he seems. This
I found opening and paging through my Wikipedia. In fact the phrase
"breaking the fourth wall' is new to me although the concept
is familiar so I think about it for a moment.
2)Other examples of breaking the fourth wall: address at end of
Midsummer Nights Dream "the best of this kind are but shadows",
the fight at the end of Blazing Saddles spilling over several
sets and finally out into Hollywood, The discovery by the hero of
Never Ending Story that he is reading a book about himself, the
children in "Voyage of the Dawn Treader" drawn into a picture of
a ship and finding themselves on its deck, the talk to the audience
of the Stage Manager in Thornton Wilders "Our Town" and one more
perhaps most important of all...
3) The open fourth side of the table of Rublev's Trinity, if
you will ( Read more... )
That's no doubt the most important of our examples of breaking
the fourth wall.
But...
we have gotten by free association far from our starting point
of a talking Moosehead... Let this then lead in two directions
the one the icon within the post and the other the bit from
Fawlty Towers at the end and as always I invite all your response
on any of these or on whatever else you have today,
yours
+Seraphim
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Against my better judgment, I actually listened to Shmuel’s annual reminder about Holidailies. Obviously I haven’t been feeling the blog love for months! Maybe this will spark some creative thinking again … or maybe I’ll fizzle out again this year. 
Let’s start fresh! I’m Erin. I’m wife to Will, a fabulous French man who moved to the States to marry me. He also happens to be the brother of one of my best friend, which is nice because it guarantees I’ll keep in touch with at least one good friend.
Will and I are parents to the magnificent Seth. Seth is almost sixteen months and amazes us every day. He is a funny, funny little boy.
We live in Houston, where it’s either snowing (seriously?!) or sweltering. Good times. None of us actually love it here, but I have a great job and the job is here. What can you do?
I think that’s enough for tonight … I have to save something for other entries this month. Well, that and I’m really fed up with this WordPress for iPhone app.
a friend of mine is actively seeking employment in philly and i thought i'd ask if you knew of any job openings. she's in marketing.
So there is the final update... Over the past day we have processed around 11 million jobs out of the 12 million that were in queue at that time. Please bear in mind that over this past day, more jobs for notifications are also created. So while the queue has been dropping, we are still not fully caught up at this point, due to backlog and new jobs. We have roughly 3 million jobs still pending that involve the notification system in some manner. We had hoped we could have fully cleared the queue in a day, but unfortunately we can't clear it too quickly, since we need the rest of the site to operate normally. From our current perspective on the amount of jobs that are left in queue, and how many it has processed thus far, we believe it will take around another 8 - 12 hours to process everything.
And finally some answers to some questions:
( Read More and Get Some Answers... )
- Location:Under a Rock
- Mood:
grumpy
ps-
something really gross happened to me while drilling the above shells. there i was, drilling away at a snail shell when all of a sudden, GROSS, ICK, SLIME, GOO, comes shooting out from its recess. i screamed and turned off my dremel and examined the goo closer. the goo was a dead snail, curled way up in the back and hanging out in there since i found it who knows when. EW. i shook the gross little creature out onto a tissue and then flung it off the deck into the neighbors yard. SO HIDEOUS.
pps-
please santa. please bring me some bacon this year. i have been a very good boy.
- Mood: chilly willy
- Music:string quartet- holiday rush
Went to dentist, not the one who died last week, another one,
and he immediately found three cavities but none that seem to
account for the headache in ear ,likely sinusitis then as I have
always tended to have. Good to have gone though in spite of
recent exam from Dr Ackerman since it seems, understandably
considering he was about to die, he missed some things...
Just a couple of photographs to share I guess ...
Here is one from yesterday, St Nicholas in Cohoes New York, in
which is blessing of icons painted by memers of a parish icon
painting class. ( Read more... )
and secondly a picture of a pond outside the library last
evening...and as always welcoming all your response
I am yours
+Seraphim
.http://www.people.com/people/article/0,
its winter. it happened this morning, it arrived over night. i knew the change had taken place when i gingerly poked my big toe out from under the flannel sheets. there it was: cold air, in my bedroom. winter. i checked my ipod. thirty one degrees outside. well. walking the noo at his usual sunrise hour was out of the question. how long can i stay in here, i asked myself? it turned out the answer to that was eight thirty, right after i finished crying over augusten burroughs (again). okay, i said, thank you for that.
here are two random facts about me that are pretty weird:
i sleep with three pillows. i like for the pillow i use under my head to have at least four pillow cases on it, sometimes as many as six. it just feels so NICE. it reminds me of being a little kid and laying my head on a stack of folded sheets. not that i can really remember doing that as a kid, but thats how it makes me feel. and i like it. give it a whirl sometime, tell me it isnt pleasant. even peter, who almost always thinks i am ridiculous and never hesitates to tell me so, called me up the other day and said 'you know papi, i just put five cases on my pillow and you were right all these years, it really adds something.'
while i brush my teeth in the morning i put one leg up on the bathroom counter and stretch out my inner thigh. then while i wash my face i swing up the other leg and do the left side. it feels good. i am very stiff and rickety in the mornings. then, as previously said, i am very shaky. so i shake and shimmy my creaky knotted up self around the house, every day, until around noon which is when i start to feel like a human again. interestingly enough, though, i love early mornings.
what are some weird/unknown/quirky things about you?
ps-
i know i have talked about her several times before but that is only because her story is TRULY inspiring and truly worth reading about and i dont think any of you have and it is just TRULY A CRIME not to which is why i am pushing HARD FOR IT AGAIN, especially because this amazing feature ran about her yesterday- CHECK IT OUT:
http://www.azcentral.com/news/artic
and, her blog:
http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/
pps-
note to self, i really cannot drink milk at all anymore and i need to stop trying to. i can eat cheese and ice cream till the cows come home (so long as it isnt soft serve ice cream) but give me a glass of milk and i turn green ten minutes later which is a SHAME because sometimes i just LOVE TO DRINK MILK. the last straw was on saturday when anthony and casey came over for cocoa and a movie. i drank my cocoa and spent the rest of the night doubled over in pain. JUST SAY NO.
ppps-
i loved decorating our tree this year, like i always do, until i unpacked one of helen's ornaments that i had stolen from my mothers house one christmas trip to houston. i blubbered and whined as steve took it out of my hand and hung it right above another very special ornament on our tree. 'see shes right above your heart,' he said. 'right where she belongs.' oh helen. i am so sad that you have died.
pppps-
i am remembering a very disturbing dream i had last night (which is a concept that has always bothered me- how do i know for SURE i had this dream last night, i dont, at all, maybe i had this dream YEARS ago and am just remembering it now there is NO WAY TO KNOW FOR SURE)-
steve and i had a baby girl. she was an infant. she was newborn, and teeny, tiny. it was winter. we were struggling. i was depressed. everyone knew i had postpartum depression. i was crying all the time, the baby was crying all the time, we couldnt go outside because it was cold. i was looking out the windows and they were covered with icy crystals. then, i was crying and telling steve i was pregnant, again. i was hysterical. i was saying how i couldnt believe i wasnt getting a rest, even a little one, between the baby and being pregnant. i had just had our baby girl and i was pregnant again. i could remember the second babys conception and i was so angry at myself. then i was in the bathroom and i had gotten my period. it was so graphic. i was bleeding bleeding bleeding everywhere, i was bleeding so heavily. i was in tremendous pain and it felt so real. i was crying so hard and i didnt know why.
- Mood: slanket
- Music:string quartet- lovesong
Back from weekend visit to St.Nicholas church in Cohoes
New York just north of Albany. It is a beautiful church
with a sort of jewel box quality which Orthodox churches
can have sometimes have. Here is a picture from the
choir loft which gets the general view.( Read more... )
And here is are a couple of others in which I appear...
In the first the icon of St Nicholas on a stand in front left.
( Read more... )
It is remarkable about St Nicholas how,although really all
we know certainly about his life is that he was a bishop in
Myra in present day Turkey in the 4th century, the stories
about him spread and grew, centering on his practical help
to people and standing with them in need, with sailors helping
them clear the rigging in a storm, with unjustly accused people
standing with them in court, appearing with money for a poor
man needing it for his daughter...to be there beside the other
is already a miracle perhaps,as Simone Weil says people wait
for the freeing question addressed to the Fisher King in the
old Grail stories ..."what ails you uncle?" for a question out
of real care as to what it means to be the person we are...a
rare question and a freeing one... well in any case perhaps
this standing with the other is at the center of the continuing
spread of the stories of St Nicholas.
And after liturgy today and a wonderful festive meal there was
a perforance by the children of song and instrumental play
ranging from "Jesus Loves me" to Beethoven...and then a great
surprise! St Nicholas himself appeared! I was in awe of a man
who has been a bishop 1600 years longer than I and looking so
well, and he brought gifts for all the performers. Picture
at end of post.
So today these and as always I am yours welcoming all response,
+Seraphim
.I am to St Nicholas's right. to his left Fr Alvian Smirensky,
and the rector Fr.Terenti Wasielewski.then Victoria Serbalik
parish president. Some children who sang and played.
On December 6th, 1989, a man entered the École Polytechnique in Montreal and murdered 14 innocent women.
Geneviève Bergeron (born 1968), civil engineering student
Hélène Colgan (born 1966), mechanical engineering student
Nathalie Croteau (born 1966), mechanical engineering student
Barbara Daigneault (born 1967), mechanical engineering student
Anne-Marie Edward (born 1968), chemical engineering student
Maud Haviernick (born 1960), materials engineering student
Maryse Laganière (born 1964), budget clerk
Maryse Leclair (born 1966), materials engineering student
Anne-Marie Lemay (born 1967), mechanical engineering student
Sonia Pelletier (born 1961), mechanical engineering student
Michèle Richard (born 1968), materials engineering student
Annie St-Arneault (born 1966), mechanical engineering student
Annie Turcotte (born 1969), materials engineering student
Barbara Klucznik-Widajewicz (born 1958), nursing student
He murdered them because they were women.
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