Weird

I was reading for Professor Kimelman's course in Jewish Liturgy, and whom did I find quoted in one of our first readings? My best friend from high school's father, who is a religions professor, specializing in (Early, I think) American Christianity. Weird. Just quite a surprise, although I suppose that logically it oughtn't be one. It just feels strange to read a quote in your course reading, and know the author of the quote, not just as a professor or maybe a guest lecturer, but as the person who your parents set up carpool arrangements with for rehearsals and performances of assorted sorts, who called your house to find out where his son was, or dress codes for school events, and who has now given my parents two bottles of Sabra (some Israeli alcoholic product) as guest gifts at a couple of parties- two in a row, in fact.

The same book excerpt also spent a couple of pages talking about some quotes from Maimonides' Guide to the Perplexed, coming from the section that I just had to read for class tomorrow. That one in itself was enough to make me send sproingy excited and incoherent IMs to zodiacmg.

On other topics, I had my first real class of this semester's Ballroom dance class. It has started to feel a bit more like a real dance class (not that I know what that is So much, but well: it was somewhat less boring): she started working on some technique stuff with us, and it was very exciting, even if I don't exactly have said technique stuff down yet, in any more than Very primordial form.

And I'm rather starting to enjoy this exercise stuff. Not the dancing: I've liked that for a long time: it only vaguely is thought of as exercise in my mind anyways- but the crunches and things. It's this happy little reminder going "Hi Maya, I'm your body. I can be a fun amusement, too." [Aside to belu Do Not get any ideas.]

Weird

I was reading for Professor Kimelman's course in Jewish Liturgy, and whom did I find quoted in one of our first readings? My best friend from high school's father, who is a religions professor, specializing in (Early, I think) American Christianity. Weird. Just quite a surprise, although I suppose that logically it oughtn't be one. It just feels strange to read a quote in your course reading, and know the author of the quote, not just as a professor or maybe a guest lecturer, but as the person who your parents set up carpool arrangements with for rehearsals and performances of assorted sorts, who called your house to find out where his son was, or dress codes for school events, and who has now given my parents two bottles of Sabra (some Israeli alcoholic product) as guest gifts at a couple of parties- two in a row, in fact.

The same book excerpt also spent a couple of pages talking about some quotes from Maimonides' Guide to the Perplexed, coming from the section that I just had to read for class tomorrow. That one in itself was enough to make me send sproingy excited and incoherent IMs to zodiacmg.

On other topics, I had my first real class of this semester's Ballroom dance class. It has started to feel a bit more like a real dance class (not that I know what that is So much, but well: it was somewhat less boring): she started working on some technique stuff with us, and it was very exciting, even if I don't exactly have said technique stuff down yet, in any more than Very primordial form.

And I'm rather starting to enjoy this exercise stuff. Not the dancing: I've liked that for a long time: it only vaguely is thought of as exercise in my mind anyways- but the crunches and things. It's this happy little reminder going "Hi Maya, I'm your body. I can be a fun amusement, too." [Aside to belu Do Not get any ideas.]