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Monday, 12 April 2004 04:14 pm
Going bananas about Scripture
Strangely enough, I did not eat sweets yesterday until the evening, and then it was just part of a little bagful of chocolate coins. Has Lent done its trick in furthering my moderation? Only time will tell. I didn't dig out games, either, but I was busy with homework.
Speaking of which, as of last night, I have read 22 of the 66 books in the Bible, not counting the Deuterocanonicals. Finally, more than the number of full years I've lived. In truth, I'll probably never read them all, given the lack of entertainment in Leviticus and, so I hear, Numbers. But who knows? One fellow read all 66 books during a Winter Term for a project. I'd be lucky to achieve a fifth of that feat (conservative estimate).
I learned about the dullness of Numbers from a friend I hadn't spoken to in nearly a year. She's a tolerant Catholic religion major who doesn't want her church interfering in politics, as with abortion law. I had been shunning her for fear of her temperamental radical disapproval, after she said she'd scream somewhere when I told her I joined the Oberlin Christian Fellowship. Turns out she was expressing surprise rather than outrage, and we can still talk without eruptions. (Mom, you won't guess who the Bible speedreader was, but you might guess this woman.)
My friends and peaceable mealtime associates at Oberlin are pretty diverse, which must fuel my creativity. In this semester alone, I have learned four new ways to open a banana -- something of a necessity, since the dining hall has a recalcitrant variety and the traditional way tends to leave the top mushy. My own devised way had been to jab a fork into the base of the stem from multiple sides. Some people take the banana in a rapid swinging motion to get it ripping, but that sometimes exacerbates what you want to avoid. Yesterday someone was caught peeling from the other hand, using the stem as a passive handle, and said that economics taught her the right way like monkeys do. That's when a guy I've regarded as dopey bit off a stem and spat it onto a disapproving neighbor's tray. How manly. I cracked up.
Speaking of which, as of last night, I have read 22 of the 66 books in the Bible, not counting the Deuterocanonicals. Finally, more than the number of full years I've lived. In truth, I'll probably never read them all, given the lack of entertainment in Leviticus and, so I hear, Numbers. But who knows? One fellow read all 66 books during a Winter Term for a project. I'd be lucky to achieve a fifth of that feat (conservative estimate).
I learned about the dullness of Numbers from a friend I hadn't spoken to in nearly a year. She's a tolerant Catholic religion major who doesn't want her church interfering in politics, as with abortion law. I had been shunning her for fear of her temperamental radical disapproval, after she said she'd scream somewhere when I told her I joined the Oberlin Christian Fellowship. Turns out she was expressing surprise rather than outrage, and we can still talk without eruptions. (Mom, you won't guess who the Bible speedreader was, but you might guess this woman.)
My friends and peaceable mealtime associates at Oberlin are pretty diverse, which must fuel my creativity. In this semester alone, I have learned four new ways to open a banana -- something of a necessity, since the dining hall has a recalcitrant variety and the traditional way tends to leave the top mushy. My own devised way had been to jab a fork into the base of the stem from multiple sides. Some people take the banana in a rapid swinging motion to get it ripping, but that sometimes exacerbates what you want to avoid. Yesterday someone was caught peeling from the other hand, using the stem as a passive handle, and said that economics taught her the right way like monkeys do. That's when a guy I've regarded as dopey bit off a stem and spat it onto a disapproving neighbor's tray. How manly. I cracked up.
