Present Joys
“We thank the Lord of heaven and earth
who hath preserved us from our birth
for present joys, for blessings past,
and for the hope of heaven at last.”
The Reformation was a time when men went blind, staggering drunk because they had discovered, in the dusty basement of late medievalism, a whole cellar of 1500-year-old, 200 proof grace—a bottle after bottle of pure distillate of Scripture, one sip of which would convince anyone that God saves us single-handedly. The word of the gospel—after all these centuries of trying to lift yourself into heaven by worrying about the perfection of your own bootstraps—suddenly turned out to be a flat announcement that the saved were home-free before they started. Grace was to be drunk neat: no water, no ice, and certainly no ginger ale.
Robert Farrar Capon
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What I did this week (29 oct 2011)

  • Did virtually nothing in my photo class; spent a lot of time hanging out in Crane with Amanda and trying unsuccessfully to read my computer screen amid the blinding morning sunlight.
  • Failed miserably at inventing characters for my illustration class (but so did everyone else).
  • Wore a full-body spandex greenman costume at lunch with my friends so Jack could take my picture and pretend I was an autistic child.
  • Worked my brains out on team stuff. Did not practice my accordion nearly enough.
  • Just barely remembered to do a crossword puzzle for my anthropology class (which is still a pointless time suck).
  • Worked on my second ink wash piece for my figure drawing class, which is turning out even better than my first one.
  • Visited the art museum with my SMAC class of 6th and 7th graders, Derrick dressed as Darth Vader the whole time.
  • Spent 4.5 hours printing and mounting team stuff with Theresa and Colleen. And we are still friends.
  • Enjoyed some delicious pierogi that my dear friend Ian picked up for me from the North Market while I was stuck printing and mounting.
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