Monday, November 10, 2014

Popping in

I see that I did not make many posts in October. I guess I ran out of things to say for a while, and then got out of the habit of thinking bloggically. I'd like to keep it up, for a couple reasons. It's a fun way to keep in touch with friends, it requires that I examine and develop my whimsical little thoughts more rigorously than Facebook does, and Matt thinks that I can use this blog to Take Back Philosophy from the Philosophers!!! I will put that on my to-do list, babe.

In the meantime, this lecture on Immediacy by the matriarch of St. John's College, Eva Brann, might help to explain why I would want to do that. It's definitely about SJC and might seem like it's for insiders, but she delivered it at a conference on the liberal arts which was attended by many Muggles, so you should get something out of it even if you don't care about my weird college that I never stop talking about.

I would love to get off of Facebook again. But where would my little one-liners go? Yesterday I thought that I would write each little joke on a post-it note and stick them on the literal wall. Matt can put stickers on the ones that he likes. I don't need much more approval than that.

One does get lonely, though, in what I've come to call The Baby-Cave. This weekend I reconnected with old college friends on two occasions, and I think I can ride that high for a good week or so. It takes some effort for this little old country girl and her cranky baby to brave the poor signage and sometimes hellish traffic of the DC area, but it is always worth it to make contact again with friends who know me. It almost brings me to tears each time to finally see and hear these friends who are so much more than memories attached to a name and a little picture on my computer. In the presence of each of these friends, I feel vibrations in some tiny corner of my heart that has been silent for several years. Thank God for real people being real.

1 comment:

  1. You're just the best in so many ways. I might pick up your post-it idea, but I'm afraid nobody here would like any of mine. Oliver's new word for anything I do is "ridiculous." Enjoy your cranky baby and pray he doesn't grow into a cranky 8 year old. ;)