My Bean

It seems quite a few people have been taking this coffee quiz. We must be drawing near to paper time. Any slight excuse to put off typing a draft is usually quite welcome. Either that, or everyone's just gone nuts- which would mean it's midterms.
I've been told that I am:

"sophistication personified. Complexity and balance are the hallmarks of your flavor preferences. You would enjoy our lush estate-grown Guatemala Antigua Finca El Valle or the caramelly sweetness of French Roast. Due to your interest in refinement, you might also enjoy our harmonious blends like Dancing Goats® or Skye's Mountain."

Almost makes me smell the distinctive aroma of a Starbuck's interior. What sort of bean are you?

P.S. Whoever named a coffee "Dancing Goats" must have been mad.

Ready for the Storm

The waves crash in
The tide rolls out
It's an angry sea
But there is no doubt
That the lighthouse will keep shining out
To warn a lonely sailor

And the lightening strikes
And the wind cuts cold
Through the sailor's bones
Through the sailor's soul
'Til there's nothing left that he can hold
Except a rolling ocean

Oh I am ready for the storm
Yes, Sir, ready
I am ready for the storm
I'm ready for the storm

O give me mercy for my dreams
'Cause every confrontation seems
To tell me what it really means
To be this lonely sailor

And when the sky begins to clear
The sun it melts away my fear and I
Cry a silent weary tear
For those who mean to love me

Oh I am ready for the storm
Yes, Sir, ready
I am ready for the storm

The distance it is no real friend
Time will take its time and you will
Find it in the end
It brings you me this lonely sailor

And when you take me by the hand
You love me Lord you love me and I
Should have realized
I had no reasons to be frightened

Oh I am ready for the storm
Yes, Sir, ready
I am ready for the storm
Yes, Sir, ready
I am ready for the storm
Yes, Sir, ready
I am ready for the storm
I'm ready for the storm

Ready for the Storm
-Rich Mullins

Another kind of genius. Preparing for midterms,
Holmes

Genius

What a sky... Leighton was a genious. Almost makes me wish I were still an art major.

The Brilliance of Sir Arthur

(Watson to Holmes, over the newspaper)
"Those are all the notices which appeared before the disappearance of the bride."
"Before the what?" asked Holmes, with a start.
"The vanishing of the lady."
"When did she vanish, then?"
"At the wedding breakfast."
"Indeed. This is more interesting than it promised to be; quite dramatic, in fact."
"Yes, it struck me as being a little out of the common."
"They often vanish before the ceremony, and occasionally during the honeymoon; but I cannot call to mind anything quite so prompt as this."

from "The Noble Bachelor"
by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Oh Happy Day

JOY, ELATION- RAPTURE!
The Microwave and most honorable Coffee Pot arrive tomorrow at 4 PM!

Boreas

Boreas

Today was a windswept day, the first real blustery day approaching fall. When I walked to and from classes, my hair was snatched away and tangled back round about me. Tonight as I walked back from dinner, I looked out over the grassy, rippled land, saw the grey clouds swirled overhead, and felt the breeze tug at me. I thought: I wish I had my horse.
I was greatly tempted to run on my twice-sprained ankle.

Criminal Behavior

Giving two exams (not quizzes) on Latin within the first two weeks of the semester is criminal. Not that there's much I can do about it, Latin is Dr. Noe's Domain and there he reigns supreme.

God is faithful. I am continually amazed at the was he nudges chance aside to shelter me with his hand. Poor Gabrielle's car is in pieces, but I am whole. The sprains are healing, the bruises fade, and soon I will have only a faint memory of brakes stopping, vehicle barreling on; the turn- too sharp, but we had to try; the other car, with a young family inside, rushing up to the windshield; the impact, sudden and suddenly over. And yet, there we were, whole. Merely a bloody nose, two broken cars, and an incredulous group of EMTs and officers. God is so good.

Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning. Great is Your faithfulness!
-Lamentations