I get to do so many activities and have lots of fun 24/7. It's the flippin' prime time of my life. Sure the work load is picking up a little, but that basically just means that I get to learn interesting things. Did you know that there's this alternate dimension where differential equations are like ten times easier to manipulate? It's called Laplaceland. You can drag difficult equations, kicking and screaming, to this alternate plane where you can rearrange them any how you like, and then magic their limp bodies back into the real world of actual maths, at which point they agree to stop being so difficult. It means that systems engineers can tell you about car seats if you tell them about all the stuff underneath the car seats like suspension and tyres.
Let me tell you about activities that I get to do. Yesterday was Monday, which means C.U, which means maximum fun with my Christ loving home boys/girls. Some guy was trying to tell me that Jesus is like a snake on a pole. Also that I had died and was hidden in him. Crazy. Directly after the meeting was CITY WIDE TEXT-A-TOASTIE, a truly all-caps worthy event. In case you don't know, text-a-toastie is where anyone can text in with a question about Christianity and stuff and get a free toastie with their answer. It is really fun and very exciting, you meet all kinds of people and clear up all kinds of misconceptions. Word is that people have been going to church with flat mates and reading through gospels following these events. That is my jam. Have you read any gospels? You should, you dingus.
Friday is a good day, because there's usually gospel choir, followed by a roughly 50% of ceilidh. Probably one of the things I love the most about living here is that there is a ceilidh about five minutes from my house around once a fortnight. I love it. Gospel choir facilitates similar levels of fun. We getting ready for Christmas with bad boys such as this, and next week I'm taking the warm up, during which everybody is going to learn how to sing Daft Punk's 'Lose Yourself to Dance'. Gospel choir is fun because nothing gives me kick like singing songs that have different parts in them. It sounds very nice. Apparently Bach thought that harmonies and melodies and stuff are beautiful because they reflect the perfectly united and multifaceted beauty of God in his triune form. I have been reading a very interesting short book called 'The Good God' by Michael Reeves. It is all about how the trinity is not like an egg or a three leafed clover, but is a lot like a God who does not need anything because he overflows, and has created and loves human beings because his very nature is to radiate goodness, creativity and love. Basically the doctrine which we so often avoid because it is confusing gives us a fundamentally better understanding of God. I don't want to keep going on about it, but I totally want to keep going on about it. Good book, better God.
I want to start a hat society, but you can't be a society by yourself. I've met a few people with a growing interest in head wear, and I feel like in due time perhaps the dream could become a reality, but it's probably best not to rush. My friend Joe is interested in starting a Kazoo Orchestra, which of course I am also interested in. Both of these prospective societies excite me, and hopefully they excite other people also, because then they will become a reality. I would like them to both happen on the same day. If there was one day of the week where I sang and danced and another day where I wore hats and played the kazoo, my life would be even better than it is now. I guess the best thing about these activities is that I can do all of them every day, which will probably be the case once I found a shop in Sheffield that sells kazoos. Still, organised kazoo playing and hat wearing is good.
Hey, know what else I'm doing this week? I'm going home to London! If you are cool and live in London, we may soon be reunited. If you are Ruth Lovell, then I especially look forward to seeing you.
Hat summary:
I lost my flat cap whilst having fun in museums with my boy Tim Rothon, but I can buy another one from any old charity shop. Also, Claire Lovell has been busy accumulating lost hats for me in London, and it pleases me to announce that upon my return to Sheffield next week, I will be donning / carrying my Fez and Tim Platt Cowboy hat. This will bring my hat collection up to nine hats, assuming I replace the flat cap any time soon. Tantalisingly close to double digits. I'll have to make a cake when that happens.
Wizards only, keep it tight.
Friday is a good day, because there's usually gospel choir, followed by a roughly 50% of ceilidh. Probably one of the things I love the most about living here is that there is a ceilidh about five minutes from my house around once a fortnight. I love it. Gospel choir facilitates similar levels of fun. We getting ready for Christmas with bad boys such as this, and next week I'm taking the warm up, during which everybody is going to learn how to sing Daft Punk's 'Lose Yourself to Dance'. Gospel choir is fun because nothing gives me kick like singing songs that have different parts in them. It sounds very nice. Apparently Bach thought that harmonies and melodies and stuff are beautiful because they reflect the perfectly united and multifaceted beauty of God in his triune form. I have been reading a very interesting short book called 'The Good God' by Michael Reeves. It is all about how the trinity is not like an egg or a three leafed clover, but is a lot like a God who does not need anything because he overflows, and has created and loves human beings because his very nature is to radiate goodness, creativity and love. Basically the doctrine which we so often avoid because it is confusing gives us a fundamentally better understanding of God. I don't want to keep going on about it, but I totally want to keep going on about it. Good book, better God.
I want to start a hat society, but you can't be a society by yourself. I've met a few people with a growing interest in head wear, and I feel like in due time perhaps the dream could become a reality, but it's probably best not to rush. My friend Joe is interested in starting a Kazoo Orchestra, which of course I am also interested in. Both of these prospective societies excite me, and hopefully they excite other people also, because then they will become a reality. I would like them to both happen on the same day. If there was one day of the week where I sang and danced and another day where I wore hats and played the kazoo, my life would be even better than it is now. I guess the best thing about these activities is that I can do all of them every day, which will probably be the case once I found a shop in Sheffield that sells kazoos. Still, organised kazoo playing and hat wearing is good.
Hey, know what else I'm doing this week? I'm going home to London! If you are cool and live in London, we may soon be reunited. If you are Ruth Lovell, then I especially look forward to seeing you.
Hat summary:
I lost my flat cap whilst having fun in museums with my boy Tim Rothon, but I can buy another one from any old charity shop. Also, Claire Lovell has been busy accumulating lost hats for me in London, and it pleases me to announce that upon my return to Sheffield next week, I will be donning / carrying my Fez and Tim Platt Cowboy hat. This will bring my hat collection up to nine hats, assuming I replace the flat cap any time soon. Tantalisingly close to double digits. I'll have to make a cake when that happens.
Wizards only, keep it tight.
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