February 6th, 2005

Loyola Faculty Portrait

Personal--Getting by

Working on my Apocalyptic paper today, and getting to a point where I might be able to finish tomorrow. It's still a struggle: the way things are playing out with my recovery currently leaves me having trouble sitting here and typing for very long--hell, unable to do anything very long, it seems. Not working easily, not sleeping easily, it's all enough to drive you a bit bonkers. Still, some things are going nicely, particularly this week I got a new apartment, with the lease starting in June, that will allow me to move out of a studio apartment that feels like a storage closet and into a real home for the first time in three years. After paying my security deposit, even though I'd taken the apartment almost on a whim and for $120 more than I'd budgeted, I felt so ... free. It's a larger apartment than I've ever had, and I'm already happy to have a real space in my future. Otherwise, good times with Mike and Donna Harris, and Dan and Amy Lloyd this week, being sci-fi geeks over Enterprise and Battlestar Galactica, and just enjoying good conversation. And soaking in Coffey's Nouvelle Theologie discussions on grace, and looking at the scars of racism in Massingale's class I'm TAing for. There's a great book on childhood racial identity development I've been reading there called Why Are All The Black Kids Sitting Together In the Cafeteria? that I wish I'd read before or while I was teaching high school.

Urrrrg. And the most devastating conversation this week: one of my former students--one I love very deeply--telling me that she had been raped the other week. The grief for her and the sheer animal rage to find some sort of revenge for her is overwhelming. Unbelievable.
  • Current Mood
    stretched thin


Just in from a late Mass. For all my whining yesterday, today was a far better day, for me. The plumbing worked like the docs say it ought to work, I sat at the computer and got a lot of typing done, and didn't waste hardly any time to speak of: I feel like I have justified my existence for the day, and I needed that. Yay for male neuroses.

I finished my section on noting the songs in the book of Revelation as a precedent for having songs that can convey apocalyptic content, which is what I'm arguing in my Apocalyptic Literature paper is the case with the Odes of Solomon, and I'm well into my examination of the apocalyptic content of the Odes themselves, although I think I'll be a touch short of finishing tonight. If I'm not exhausted tomorrow after Nouvelle théologie and the Augustine seminar, I think I can knock if off then.

Looking ahead to the new apartment, I'll have to replace 195 inches of built-in shelving here that I'll lose for my books, and probably double that to absorb the numbers piled up on the tables and chairs, and to be able to shelve all my old pulp Star Trek and Star Wars novels, which are currently packed and buried. I think I've found some solid-wood shelves at IKEA (Leksvik is the name of the style) that will work. I'd like to not get particleboard shelves that will eventually begin to sag, but rather the real thing. My new apartment is currently my favourite fantasy.
  • Current Music
    "Let Your Spirit" Andy Brenner