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Today was another long and busy day. The Hebrew test seemed decent. Class in general went well: in my happy heresy class (aka Biblical Ritual Cult and Magic), we got sidetracked on this wandering discussion that eventually ended up with Professor Wright and I trying to get the Arabic alphabet in order on the board, and me offering to bring in my handy poster with different instantiations of the Hebrew alphabet and various other related alphabets after break.
I also did my shopping and assembly (I can't call it cooking: nothing was actually cooked, as I am without an oven. I suppose I could have tried some sort of microwave thing, but I'm still suspicious of the idea, somehow. I've had one since i started college, and all I've done with it is boil water. I might as well just have some hot-pot variant.) of food for Shabbat lunch. SO I now have salad and fruit salad made and ready, and bread and cheese as well, and iced tea. I wish I could do something more interesting, but it's salad in the way we have salad at home, which I look forward to, and it should be a decent meal. Besides, I haven't had time to actually cook. Jess joined me for dinenr and grocery shopping, which was nice- shopping is much easier and more pleasant in company. I find that all shopping is that way- Mom's always amused that I'm here near Boston and never do any clothes shopping, effectively, unless I'm home with her. I just don't think of it- what's the fun of shopping on your own, where you get no advice and no one with whom to make fun of the really atrocious things one finds?
I'm finding it interesting how much reality becomes what you say it is. All you have to do is adjust things a bit, and no one ever knows what the full truth is. It's a dangerous thing to know you can do. It's like boundary crossing, to be done with great care. It's really rather spooky. More than rather spooky, quite spooky, really. And there's my overuse of modifiers popping up again.
I also did my shopping and assembly (I can't call it cooking: nothing was actually cooked, as I am without an oven. I suppose I could have tried some sort of microwave thing, but I'm still suspicious of the idea, somehow. I've had one since i started college, and all I've done with it is boil water. I might as well just have some hot-pot variant.) of food for Shabbat lunch. SO I now have salad and fruit salad made and ready, and bread and cheese as well, and iced tea. I wish I could do something more interesting, but it's salad in the way we have salad at home, which I look forward to, and it should be a decent meal. Besides, I haven't had time to actually cook. Jess joined me for dinenr and grocery shopping, which was nice- shopping is much easier and more pleasant in company. I find that all shopping is that way- Mom's always amused that I'm here near Boston and never do any clothes shopping, effectively, unless I'm home with her. I just don't think of it- what's the fun of shopping on your own, where you get no advice and no one with whom to make fun of the really atrocious things one finds?
I'm finding it interesting how much reality becomes what you say it is. All you have to do is adjust things a bit, and no one ever knows what the full truth is. It's a dangerous thing to know you can do. It's like boundary crossing, to be done with great care. It's really rather spooky. More than rather spooky, quite spooky, really. And there's my overuse of modifiers popping up again.