This mouse cleans up better than my family.
This was nice to see in my feed. I’ve been starting to get into physicists and their views on spirituality and mysticism lately. It’s come up for me so much in my program – how does spirituality fit with science? Turns out the answer is that they fit very well. Anyway, I never get tired of that exploration. I just got a copy of Quantum Questions which is a collection of essays by physicists on spirituality. I can’t wait til May when I’ll have time to get into it. A lot of people have mistaken my views as atheist, but I’ve never claimed to be anything other than agnostic. I’m still pretty comfortable with that adjective. I’ve never thought of myself as atheist.
But I’ll share a quote from Eureka, of all things, with you. I actually included this in a recent paper on Christianity, Judaism and Islam and medicine: “Albert Einstein said science without religion is lame, and religion without science is blind. But is there still a place for faith in a world of science? Has our ability to unravel the mysteries of rainbows made them any less miraculous? Science may be the method by which we give name to God’s miracles. But faith is the question that arises every time an old mystery is solved. The elegant explanations discovered every day [in Eureka] are the very reason to believe in something greater. Something beyond mathematics. Something divine.” (Eureka, Season 2, Episode 10, “God is in the Details”)
That really sums it up well, I think.
Also? I’ve never taken a physics class in my life.
I cannot fucking wait.
Wow! I’m not a GoT fan, but when people start talking about their brains …
I’ve always kind of secretly wanted to be one of those detectives leaning against the side of an unmarked sedan with my deeply black coffee shop joe, quietly gazing out at the expanse, contemplating the banality of evil.
Instead I’m an office monkey.
Oh wow. There’s a shock.
It’s probably best that this one can’t come back. Let’s be honest.
I’ve really got to write up I’ll Be Gone in the Dark.
“Skeptics of medical aid in dying argue that our focus should be on facilitating good lives, not curating good deaths.” Why can’t we do both??
Your eyes. The answer is your eyes. I don’t care what social media says. It’s eyes.
I’m only applying for this job because it’s there and I’m qualified. I guarantee you I won’t get it.
I really feel like I just don’t belong anywhere.
Frankly, I’m not convinced 18 year olds should be allowed to vote. Or join the military. Or a whole lot of other things. Lowering the voting age to 16 is lunacy. Your brain doesn’t even stop developing until your mid-twenties. The last thing I want is a bunch of 16 year olds deciding the fate of the country. Sorry. But no.
Wasn’t there a C there before?
The last album took a while to adjust to, and this sounds a lot like that, but I still love them so very much. MUST see them live some day.
never thought i’d need
I have never heard anyone on this Earth talk about food as much as this woman.
OK, but just to be clear, an 8 year old is not a toddler.
Literally no one cares about you or what you do. Everyone just wants you to shut up and go away. You are a garbage human being.
I know that’s awful. But when you go around behaving like that, that’s what you get. Resentment and hatred.
Are they just not paying attention? Is that it?
So Jussie Smollett gets away with it because … I guess take your identity politics pick. But that is bullshit.
I don’t understand how it could possibly take you three hours to do that particular task, but OK.
I mean why even bother.
This might be a short post today. I don’t even have the energy to complain.
It’s nice that you can just lie about that. Good for you. Garbage person.
No one has any idea what I do or how I do it, but they sure as hell notice it when it hasn’t gotten done.
I like chairs. I like photographing chairs in minimalist ways. I don’t know why. You can’t question the creative urge, people.
Great. Now I have a phone interview for this job that I won’t get. And it will be a waste of time.
I don’t have any answers for you.
Oh look. There’s another job to apply for. Parallel move, and fine by me.
This is absolutely appalling. Appalling.
Crap. I forgot I’m leaving early.
They’re coming to get you, Barbara.
There is some true crime I have zero interest in.
waiting for the
This is weird. I know. It will be OK.
I don’t know. It’s not like anyone is paying attention.
I need to figure out what I’m wearing tomorrow.
I hope we win. My students super really deserve to win this.
I wonder what would happen if I
Look at all those sentences starting with I. Who do I think I am? Obama?
These are hilarious. But I would not get one.
Ooooh it’s on sale!
I need to reprint these damn forms. Dammit.
I’m going to put my winter boots away, so obviously we’ll get another snow storm.
Yeah, but no.
I’m not sure how I feel about finding myself in agreement with Piers Morgan so often these days, yet here I am, giving him an AMEN.
I have to say, I think the Weekender is probably in my top 10 all time favorite knits.
I have to agree with Gillespie on this. Special Olympics is a wonderful wonderful program, but it, like so very many other things, should not be funded by the federal government.
Furthermore, I think DeVos has done some pretty freaking good work.
I can’t afford your knitting retreats. Please stop bragging about them. *sniff* Whatever. Have fun. You’ll probably spend all your time talking about social justice anyway.
I’m not bitter. Shut up.
JAYSUS my head hurts today.
I should have been a grief therapist.
I have decided not to renew my subscription to Vogue Knitting.
Man. Why can’t I stream the Psych Movie? Bastards.
I just think Lucifer Morningstar is a nice name, that’s all.
This might just be the fastest I have ever churned out five pages. And it doesn’t even need much revision. Holy shit. I wish they’d all just flow like that.
No amount of drugs are gonna work.