right now (june 2018)

Making: Working on a couple of knitted things for Christmas presents.

Cooking: I don’t know what the deal is, but I’m making a lot of buttered toast lately. And peanut-sesame noodles.

Drinking: Lots of coffee, as per usual, but also iced tea. (The Passion Tango Tea Lemonade from Starbucks is also quite nice, as is the pomme baya flavor of La Croix.)

Reading: I picked up Fleming Rutledge’s The Crucifixion after a couple of months’ hiatus, and I just started Notes From the Tilt-A Whirl by N.D. Wilson and A Swiftly Tilting Planet in Madeleine L’Engle’s Time Quintet. Recently finished Edward Lee’s new book Buttermilk Graffiti, which, since it’s about immigration and foodways, feels timely.

Wanting: All those immigrant kids to be reunited with their parents.

Looking: At jeans (at the moment, I don’t actually own any, surprisingly).

Playing: I got introduced to a game called Jokers and Marbles recently and it is pretty excellent.

Deciding: Whether or not to keep YouTube TV after the World Cup is over or if I should just get an antenna instead.

Wishing: That my lighting were better in my living room.

Enjoying: Air conditioning; being nearly halfway done with the summer reading program at work

Waiting: For the weekend (woot woot) and the Families Belong Together rally on Saturday.

Liking: This video of Hugh Jackman and a bunch of other theater people in a workshop for The Greatest Showman, which I still haven’t seen, but am nonetheless enjoying the music to. You’ve probably all seen it, but it’s still great.

Wondering: Whether or not folks are going to show up for my program at work tomorrow…

Loving: This 2013 essay by NPR’s Linda Holmes about creativity and making stuff.

Pondering: Taking a serious social media break. I took Twitter and Facebook off of my phone; I left Instagram on there because I run our account at work and you can’t desktop post to it yet.

Considering: Finishing a couple of projects (see also: my last Thursday 13).

Buying: Alllll of the fruit that’s in season right now.

Watching: Ugly Delicious on Netflix (it is really great, albeit hunger-inducing). Parts Unknown, in honor of the late great Tony Bourdain. The World Cup. Carrying on in my trip through the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Hoping: That it’s not too hot on Saturday during the rally…

Marveling: At the sheer absurdity of this idea and the complete earnestness that birthed it.

Needing: To get up from my couch and go fold and hang my laundry.

Questioning: My own inability to adult properly (but that’s everyone, right?)

Smelling: I need to wash my hair…

Wearing: Blue chinos, black sandals, and a coral-pink shirt. Hair back.

Admiring: The cloud produced by dropping an anvil on about 15 cans of spray paint. (Where does one even get an anvil, anyway?) (It will probably also come as no surprise to many of you that those three gentlemen are youth workers at their churches.)

Giggling: At this fantastic review of Pacific Rim Uprising.

Snacking: Fruit, and chips and salsa.

Hearing: The trains that pass through my neighborhood at 2 in the morning.

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compline (6/26/18)

I sit in an apartment with
working lights and air conditioning

and eat food that I made in a well-stocked kitchen
and listen to music I first heard in college

all of which speaks of unspeakable privilege
that most of the world has never imagined

I give some money when I think about it
I type my handful of characters

and pray for children who don’t know where
their mamis and papis are

for people crossing oceans of sand and water
risking death so that they can live

for my compatriots (and for myself)
who would rather be safe and secure
instead of uncomfortable and righteous

and it all just seems so futile
a lifeboat in the sea of broken glass

and the Man of sorrows carries us all on His shoulders

thursday 13

This week: 13 projects you need to do.

  1. I have this art project involving a canvas and some punch-out paper stars that I started months ago and I have yet to finish.
  2. I also need to hang up all my art and get a poster, an art piece, and my diplomas framed so I can hang them.
  3. Staining or  painting my bookshelves. Probably going to go with staining.
  4. Putting together an Ikea cart I got for Christmas in 2016.
  5. Cataloging and putting bookplates in my books, like the nerd that I am.
  6. Organizing all of my office supplies and stationery.
  7. Getting and hanging curtains in my living room window.
  8. Working on a couple of big knitting projects for Christmas presents.
  9. Our local makerspace does sewing classes and I keep meaning to sign up for one, but then forgetting.
  10. Need to make and/or get a few more Christmas decorations. (I don’t have a Christmas tree, for example.)
  11. Figuring out what to put on the bookshelf that my TV is currently sitting on. (I don’t own any DVDs or else I’d stick them there–maybe it’s time to go raid the clearance section at Half-Price Books?)
  12. Setting up a reading nook somewhere in my apartment.
  13. Finding new bedding–I’ve had my current stuff for almost a decade and I think it’s about time for a refresh.

thursday 13

This week: 13 books on your to-read list. (For the record, my to-read list is literally in the hundreds, so I pulled a random selection from it.)

  1. Mycroft Holmes by Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
  2. Race: A Theological Account by J. Kameron Carter
  3. Caraval by Stephanie Garber
  4. The Sabbath World by Judith Shulevitz
  5. An American Marriage by Tayari Jones
  6. A Framework for Understanding Poverty by Ruby Payne
  7. The Turner House by Angela Flournoy
  8. This Bloody Mary is the Last Thing I Own by Jonathan Reindell
  9. The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro
  10. You Can’t Touch My Hair by Phoebe Robinson
  11. The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster (I’ve never read this, can you believe it)
  12. Removing the Stain of Racism from the SBC by Dr. Jarvis Williams
  13. The Dog Stars by Peter Heller

sermon sonnet #4: 1 Corinthians 7.

Last Sunday’s sermon can be heard here.

No problem to be solved, no second-class,
Nor empty void to fill at any cost;
No consolation prize, and no free pass
To keep someone from taking up their cross;
Despite the lack of spouse or children, we
Could grow up to be mothers, fathers yet.
And we are no less brothers, sisters–see,
The Father welcomes us as well. Forget
The lie that romance makes you whole again,
Or that your singleness means not being owned;
The most complete, unmarried, holy Man
Laid down His life to make His bride His own.
And so, in singleness or marriage, go
And love and serve His creatures here below.

thursday 13

This week: 13 vacations you’d like to take that you haven’t before.

  1. New Orleans, during Jazz Fest.
  2. Anywhere in California (I’ve been to LA, but for about 36 hours and most of it was spent in a TV studio).
  3. Portland, Oregon.
  4. Portland, Maine.
  5. Taking trains around the UK.
  6. Back to the old country, to find my people.
  7. Australia!
  8. Philadelphia and Boston.
  9. Atlanta (I’ve heard good things)
  10. Nashville
  11. Some all-inclusive resort in Mexico.
  12. A cruise! (I’ve never been on one!)
  13. One of the national parks

(Bonus entries: South Africa, Egypt, Israel [in less contentious times], India, Thailand, Vietnam, New Zealand)

sermon sonnet #3: 1 Corinthians 6&7.

Catching up on two sermons with one poem. Sermons are here and here.

We are not beasts: Our appetites and lusts
Are not our gods, but servants, under rein.
We are not prudes: Our bodies, though they must
Be under discipline, are all sustained
And cared for by a matter-loving God.
All pleasures–public, private–come from Him.
And yet these bodies of ours have been bought
At cost of His own blood–His flesh, His limbs.
So then, the application: We are not
To gratify ourselves apart from love
That gives itself, not takes; what now is sought
Is sacrifice that seeks the glory of
Another, whether neighbor or our Lord.
For now we are His house, His temple courts.