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Jul. 17th, 2001 07:22 pmi realized this morning when richi left for a cigarette break that i don't actually smoke. i keep dreaming that i do, and it takes me a while to remember otherwise. very odd. in my dreams i'm not particularly happy about it, and i think i usually smoke cloves. or cigarettes that smell like cloves.
very, very odd. especially that it takes me a while to remember that it was a dream and not actually me.
for the most part, work was. i was still pretty slow today. and i still wanted vnv nation and had nothing similar to listen to. and they got into a religious discussion. remind me not to comment next time. the only comment i made was (and this was a new and exciting idea for them) 'if we're made in god's image, and we all look different, maybe it's not god's physical image that we were made in.'
which resulted in sam buttonholing me at lunch and telling me his faith story, and basically proselytizing. he seems to be a biblical literalist, from what i hear.
(note: unrelated to biblical literalism) he believes that christians need to learn the bible as thoroughly as possible, and then learn about other faiths' doctrines, such as the koran. which is a worthy idea, but i believe that just reading the bible doesn't do a hell of a lot - the most important thing is to understand it in the sense it was originally conceived in. you've gotta have historical context or it means nothing. so many things are applied to daily life in some completely ass-backwards way, when they're actually irrelevant to that part of life. or interpreted backwards because the people interpreting don't bother to find anything out about the culture that created that particular story. you can't really understand the bible as a whole, homogenous thing, because it was created by a bunch of different cultures. none of which are yours. and sam babbled at me about it over my lunch hour, taking up 35 minutes of it when i just wanted to read my email and eat my lunch fast enough to have 20 minutes to read or nap. geh. i tuned him out for most of it, just nodding in the appropriate places. he's hard to understand at the best of times, though. i think he implied that he thought i didn't like him (not true) or working in the mail room (*sooo* true) and that if i really wanted to, i could ask to be transferred to data entry. now i've just gotta figure out a way to do that without making him think i hate him.
/rant
got mom to help me figure out the fencing shirt pattern. some of it make no sense, mostly because the diagrams are incomplete, incorrect, or otherwise confusing. i think i understand it now. but it's still going to be a pain in the ass to make. :P i was hoping it would be easy, so the only tedious things to make would be the yeleks, but no. anyone want to help me sew? we can make it a party or something.... like a stitch and bitch, only everyone would be working on *my* projects. ::grin:: .... ::deflate:: so much stuff to do. at least the chemises will be easy. but that's it. i'm finishing the cotehardie tonight, dammit. if i'm on around ten, ask me if i've done it yet, and make me leave if i haven't.
so, my tent is empty again - ciannait can't go. eevil work. julia is going, though. gotta kick her if she hasn't emailed shane yet. i wonder if i should invite her to stay in my tent.
la. ::flump:: must save my wool from the washer. i wonder if it felted. and i wonder if that's good or bad. probably good...
very, very odd. especially that it takes me a while to remember that it was a dream and not actually me.
for the most part, work was. i was still pretty slow today. and i still wanted vnv nation and had nothing similar to listen to. and they got into a religious discussion. remind me not to comment next time. the only comment i made was (and this was a new and exciting idea for them) 'if we're made in god's image, and we all look different, maybe it's not god's physical image that we were made in.'
which resulted in sam buttonholing me at lunch and telling me his faith story, and basically proselytizing. he seems to be a biblical literalist, from what i hear.
(note: unrelated to biblical literalism) he believes that christians need to learn the bible as thoroughly as possible, and then learn about other faiths' doctrines, such as the koran. which is a worthy idea, but i believe that just reading the bible doesn't do a hell of a lot - the most important thing is to understand it in the sense it was originally conceived in. you've gotta have historical context or it means nothing. so many things are applied to daily life in some completely ass-backwards way, when they're actually irrelevant to that part of life. or interpreted backwards because the people interpreting don't bother to find anything out about the culture that created that particular story. you can't really understand the bible as a whole, homogenous thing, because it was created by a bunch of different cultures. none of which are yours. and sam babbled at me about it over my lunch hour, taking up 35 minutes of it when i just wanted to read my email and eat my lunch fast enough to have 20 minutes to read or nap. geh. i tuned him out for most of it, just nodding in the appropriate places. he's hard to understand at the best of times, though. i think he implied that he thought i didn't like him (not true) or working in the mail room (*sooo* true) and that if i really wanted to, i could ask to be transferred to data entry. now i've just gotta figure out a way to do that without making him think i hate him.
/rant
got mom to help me figure out the fencing shirt pattern. some of it make no sense, mostly because the diagrams are incomplete, incorrect, or otherwise confusing. i think i understand it now. but it's still going to be a pain in the ass to make. :P i was hoping it would be easy, so the only tedious things to make would be the yeleks, but no. anyone want to help me sew? we can make it a party or something.... like a stitch and bitch, only everyone would be working on *my* projects. ::grin:: .... ::deflate:: so much stuff to do. at least the chemises will be easy. but that's it. i'm finishing the cotehardie tonight, dammit. if i'm on around ten, ask me if i've done it yet, and make me leave if i haven't.
so, my tent is empty again - ciannait can't go. eevil work. julia is going, though. gotta kick her if she hasn't emailed shane yet. i wonder if i should invite her to stay in my tent.
la. ::flump:: must save my wool from the washer. i wonder if it felted. and i wonder if that's good or bad. probably good...