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Tuesday, September 30, 2003

 
I'm here.

Some folks say I should start writing again. Okay. But I'm not blogging. This is not a blog. I want to be clear about that. I'll write stuff and you can comment on it, but it ain't a blog. I've always hated that word. Blog.

Whatever this is, it isn't a blog.

Maybe I'll update my links someday. Maybe I won't.
Maybe I'll add some color. Maybe I won't.
Maybe I'll write every other day. Maybe I'll only write on slow Tuesday mornings.

Can you hear my apathy loud and clear? Good.

Let me see... what's been going on.

Well, when I left you, I was starting a new job. Yeah. I finally got to work, sold some stuff, and yadda yadda yadda, the judge threw out the case on a technicality, the alpaca should be out of his cast in a week and I'm still under court order not to come within 300 yards of the Pecanland Mall.

So right now I'm taking my Dabney classes, teaching one class at the Geneva academy (History and Literature) and working full time as a sales rep for Lanier. Yeah, it's a balancing act. But I'll make it.

I'm reading a very long, (and so far) a very bad book by Patrick Fairbairn titled "Typology of Scripture". I'll post my criticisms in the very near future, but in short, Fairbairn does a good job of demonstrating just how underdeveloped the 19th-century English and American Presbyterian view of the covenant was, not to mention his very narrow, highly nuanced, wooden view of how we ought to understand symbolism in the Old Testament. Maybe it will get better. I'll admit that it is good exercise to read this sort of thing, and it causes me to give thanks that we have a Leithart and a Jordan and a Poythress in our own day who are far better at helping us understand symbols and types in the Scriptures.

I'm also working through the Federalist and the Anti-Federalist papers with the Geneva guys. I can't tell if the men who formed this country were more influenced by Rousseau or Edwards.

I've got a good opportunity to return to the ministry within seven or eight months. I like these folks. I think they may like me. We are going on another date in December. They haven't proposed yet.

Bailey is hooked on the Care Bears. They are back again, you know. Every few months she obsesses on a different sort of thing. A few months ago it was fish - inspired by that movie, you know the one - so we bought her a fish tank. One of the fish died almost right away, and I tried to be discreet and remove it, but she wanted to watch the whole thing. So we took it the bathroom, said a little prayer and hit flush handle. It didn't even faze her. She asked, "Can we go get the other one now?" Well, it wasn't long before we did. The second fish died a few days later. The tank is sitting empty in the top of my closet, which is just fine with her because right away she got hooked on something else.

Before I forget, she said something funny when she saw some cows a couple weeks ago. She saw that they were eating grass and she put her hands on her cheeks in a shocked sort of way and asked, "Daddy! What they doing?!?! They eating the floor???" She is an endless source of comedy for me.

Are you good and caught up? Great. That's the news from here.