So...

This is finals week. Strange and wonderful to think that one semester of my college education is over. Actually, that doesn't quite convey the correct note. My freshman year of college is half over. There, does that add in the little bit of panic? August seems like yesterday but the year is half over already and when I get back to school it will be 2007 already! Oy vey.

At any rate, this is not the point. The point is that a) I should be studying for my finals not blogging and therefore I haven't posted either of the things I meant to post so far this week and the poem for the week may go unposted as well and b) after finals I go home for a month where I have no wireless and therefore may not be able to post often. Sorry.

On another note entirely, I discovered The Common Room today. All right, all right, I had read a few other articles, mostly when Krista linked to them. At any rate, I actually read through the blog for the first time today and I enjoyed it greatly. I don't always agree on religious/political issues but then I don't always agree with almost everyone. And what's wrong with a little civilized disagreement? Furthermore, their taste in books is very good indeed.

Final note--I'm going to be updating the links to the right hand side of the page (I feel like a stewardess: "Here you will find the oxygen masks") and my profile which I decided today is remarkably boring. This will probably be done before I leave but I make no guarantees (actually it will probably be done in the next fifteen minutes when what I really should be doing is going to bed so I get up at a decent hour tomorrow so I have time to study so I do well on my finals). And finally, I updated my Tolkien website--at least, I updated the looks. I will get around to the content soon.

Methought there was something else I wanted to say, but methinks me hast forgotten what said thing was and therefore it must go unsaid. Alas.

Poem

Strange thing
That God's beauty should be small--
A blade of grass or the tip of a wing;
Yet fill the sky
With the glory of spring.

March 23, 2006

Housekeeping

Just a few quick things.

~After the "Tea and Thanksgiving" post I was inundated by spammers. Not good. So I started using word verification to try to keep it down. Since then I haven't had any problems. So if you were wondering when that suddenly appeared there's the story. Probably more than you wanted to know

~I won't have wireless access from Dec. 15-Jan. 15 so my time online may be somewhat limited and sporadic. I'm sorry. I won't have disappeared off the face of the earth and hopefully I'll return with wonderful thoughts ready to astound you all. Of course, I might not return with such greatness, but oh well!

~I can't remember if I've said this before, but if you want to know when I update the Changealarm thingy is wonderful. I've used it before for other websites and I can personally guarantee that it won't send you spam. It only e-mails you when the website you signed up for is updated.

Presentation of the Theotokos

The Presentation of the Theotokos to the Temple--Nov. 21/Dec. 4

When the Theotokos was born Joachim and Anna were already old. They realized that they would soon repose and therefore it was necessary to prepare for her future. St. Anna had promised the Theotokos to the Lord so they decided to take her to the temple in Jerusalem where she would live with other young virgins. The Mother of God was three when this occurred. Although she was so young she climbed all the steps of the temple by herself. The high priest took her into the Holy of Holies, where even he could only go once a year, thus signifying that she was holier than even this place. She then stayed in the Temple praying, studying and spinning and weaving until she was fourteen when she was betrothed to the Righteous Joseph.


I am somewhat attached to this feast day since it is my name day!

Source: Presentation

December's Quote

From "In the Bleak Midwinter:

"What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb,
If I were a wise man
I would do my part,--
Yet what I can give Him,
Give my heart."

~Christina Rossetti