Most of the signs here are illustrated, which is great unless what you're selling is medication for diarrhea, gonorrhea, hemoroids, hernia, and impotence. Awkward.
My sleep patterns have shifted. 8pm to 4am. Cool.
I'm reading Seven Storey Mountain, the autobiography of Thomas Merton. I'm still in his adolescence, which is a little boring. But he becomes a monk eventually, so then it will get good.
I loves me some mango and fried plantain, but not together.
Why are ethnic babies just plain cuter than white ones?
I miss y'all. Reply to my email and write me :)
I'll try to put up some pictures eventually.
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On the whole, I do not find Christians, outside of the catacombs, sufficiently sensible of conditions. Does anyone have the foggiest idea what sort of power we so blithely invoke? Or does no one believe a word of it? It is madness to wear straw hats and velvet to church; we should all be wearing crash helmets. For the sleeping God may wake someday and take offense, or the waking God may draw us out to where we can never return.-Annie Dillard
About Me
- Miranda
- Having completed my Master of Divinity at Princeton Theological Seminary, I'm now on to something new and completely different: I am a live-in nanny caring for two beautiful chitlins in Northern New Jersey. It may not be cloisters or catacombs, but it is the place in which I am called to be a faithful servant of Jesus Christ.
5 comments:
I miss you, too!
You're in Ghana!
And I like you!
I love mangoes and fried plantains...and African babies. (Well, and all babies. It's true).
Pictures pictures!
:)
p.s. I think you'd like this post:
http://strangerinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/07/un-meditated-reflection-on-anglicans.html
Any more feedback on Seven Story Mountain? I'd like to check it out one day down the line...
Ghana has eaten Miranda.
:(
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