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I was talking with a friend today and she was asking me about the few posts I protected with a password… and then put the password in the title of the post.  I can see why this would be confusing.  Why password protect something only to publish the password?

The thing is, if I truly wanted it private, well, I wouldn’t put it on the internet, first of all.  But there are a few posts that I figure not everyone who reads my blog wants to run across by accident.  I suppose I therefore put them protected to give each reader the option of reading it or not.  They’re a bit more personal than I usually get, perhaps just a bit more detailed, so they’re not everyone’s cup of tea.

But everyone is welcome to read them, if desired.  Hence the publicized password.

I know, I know.  All that extra work, for almost no reason.  But I can’t help myself.  It’s just how I am. :)


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Let’s get a few things straight.

The curse, after the Fall, is description, not prescriptive.  In regard to women says, “I will greatly  multiply your pain in childbirth, in pain you shall bring forth children; yet your desire shall be for your husband, and he shall rule over you.” (Genesis 3:16 NASB)

It doesn’t say “your desire will be to rule over your husband” or any nonsense like that.  It says, despite the fact it’s going to hurt like hell to give childbirth, you’re still going to desire your husband (and what follows that… babies) and he will rule over you.  That sounds about right when you look at the general human condition for the past couple thousand years.  Women want the men in their lives and men treat the women like shit.  I mean children.  Or slaves or property.

That doesn’t mean that’s what God intended.  It means that’s what ended up happening, due to sin.  Now, you can choose to live under the curse, or you can choose to live beyond it.

And the male pronoun “he” is NOT genderless.  Say what you want: it implies gender and it always has.  The female pronoun “she” does not convey more gender than the male pronoun.  It conveys the same amount.  Since English does not have a neuter pronoun that indicates personhood, why are we so afraid of using “he” and “she” interchangeably?  God does not have gender, so why must we assign it?  And if saying “he” doesn’t indicate maleness, then why on earth would saying “she” indicate femaleness?  Do you want to be stuck in an oppressive religion and culture forever?

Moreover, Jesus’ gender on earth does not dictate his deity.  Rather, the other way around should be true.  Jesus is a perfect human, not a perfect man.  (But as one writer noted, tongue in cheek, “If [Jesus] had been female, no one would have noticed when he gave up his life for the sake of others.”  Not to mention the cultural climate would probably not have taken him seriously if he had come as a woman.)

Think about it.  And free yourself to serve a genderless God who is equally for both women and men.

FABRIC: Tonight, I went to Fabric Depot.  I was in heaven.  I bought 8+ yards of fabric (various), thread, colored elastic, and D rings, all for $52.  Not bad, right?  I got two fat quarters that I loved together–not sure what I’m doing with them yet.  I got two sets of unbleached muslin for two regency style aprons (one for me, one for a friend).  I got a bit of accent fabric for another bit I have at home and intend to make into another apron for myself (addiction).  And I bought some cute sewing themed fabric to make into a travel-sewing-kit foldy, pocket thing.  Finally, I got a delightful fabric with wonderful accent fabric to make into an apron I’ve promised a friend for years that I would make.  I think it’s going to end up being a 50’s style apron, which I think will fit her and the fabric.  I’m pretty excited about all of my purchases.

LIFE: When I’m not working on my thesis, I’m daydreaming about Ecuador.  It’s getting ridiculous.  And I bet my friends are getting tired of hearing me talk about it.  If I’m not careful, I’m going to start idealizing it to an unhealthy degree, but you know, it’s been so long since I felt really excited about something that I don’t mind my ridiculousness.  Besides, did I mention that in February, when the weather is gross almost everywhere in North America, I’ll be on a beach, in a cabana, with a hammock on my porch??

My roommate and I go walking in the mornings (6:30am), and we walk through the neighborhoods and look at houses and gardens.  Seeing all those delightful things makes me want my own.  I think I want a brick house (not just so that I can sing this song every night, but also because I like how they look).  And of course the willow tree in the front yard and the vegetable garden in back.  I want a neat and tidy yard, with overflowing flower gardens.  It’d be nice if there were a puppy and a kitty around.

And sometimes, sometimes, I want the husband and kids.  But, you know, let’s not get crazy here.

I won’t worry about all the partially written posts that are stacking up in my draft folder.

Instead, I will say this: Something I actually really enjoy about research is how your ideas and conceptions change as you go.  I started off with an idea of what I thought I would find, and as I research, I am refining and redefining my ideas.  I’m changing things–nothing so big that it completely ruins everything, but in nuances and directions.

I thought I would find X, and it turns out I’ve found Y.  And that’s okay.  That’s why you don’t write your paper until you’ve finished researching.  I like what I’ve found better than what I expected anyway.

I’m getting there.  I have pages and pages of research.  It’s encouraging to look at the stacks of paper and know that eventually they’ll be turned into something cohesive.

And sometimes I think I should become a Catholic.  Although they’re messed up, too.  But at least they somewhat understand the idea of ongoing, progressive revelation.

Did you know I’m moving home in two weeks?  Two weeks isn’t very long to completely “finish” researching for my thesis…  I’m working my way down my outline systematically, tackling every point before moving onto the next.  I think this strategy might work.  In any case, when the time is up, it’s up.

Researching and writing about the imago Dei and the Trinity in light of gender should be rewarding.  And I think it is…  But at the same time, it makes me disenchanted with my faith.  And, of course, reading feminist writings reminds me that I believe in a religion that was communicated by men for men, historically.  Throughout most of the written record of the Bible, women were viewed as little more than property.  And this is the belief system I adhere to?  It’s discouraging, to say the least.

One way or another, I’ll pull through.  I’ll finish my thesis; I’ll graduate.

And then I’ll escape to Ecuador.

Last night I was at Target with a friend, and we were browsing school supplies.  Something odd happened though.  We came across notebooks and folders with pictures of what seemed to be a new boy band called 1D.  Neither of us had heard anything about this, so my friend pulled out her fancy phone and we looked them up on youtube.  One Direction is the name of the group.  But what I want to do now is demonstrate something: no matter how much you try, you will never throw away the typical boy band recipe.  It is set in stone and they have all have fallen right into it.

Please note this behind the scenes video of One Direction, and in particular, pay attention to 1:33.


Now, take a look at the following videos, from *NSync and Backstreet Boys respectively:


Funny, right?

I think I already mentioned that I bought this book: The Joy of Less: A Minimalist Living Guide.

I’ve finally been reading it, and I’m onto the Streamline section.  It’s brilliant and balanced.  And I’ve already begun, even though I’m not through the book yet.  But it inspires me.  Especially in light of moving to Ecuador: I will be storing what I don’t bring with me (against the day I come back), so I don’t want to get back and wonder why I kept the things I kept.

Plus I’m moving home in around three weeks and would like less stuff to move.  Might as well get rid of it now instead of later, right?

I like the idea of going through things, methodically, and being willing to get rid of things that aren’t in use and never will be.

That to say, I highly recommend this book if you’re looking to trim down your stuff and create space in your life.

I was officially accepted to the CELTA program in Ecuador through Southern Cross.  I signed up for the February 2013 course.  Now I can finally dream and plan!  I intend to go early (January) to work on my Spanish.  I was told that if I do well on the course and want to work in Ecuador, I should have no problem getting a job.

That means, folks, that in February, while most of you are cold or rainy or miserable, I will be on a beautiful beach, living in a cabana, for five weeks.  Although I did come across a blog that talked about a scorpion problem. *shudder*  I’m not going to think about that.  I’m going to focus on beaches and swimsuits and living in paradise.

Of course, I’ll have to do my course, also, and I hear it’s intense.  But I’m sure I’ll be able to rise to the challenge.

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