I had to go consult the critical edition of Peter Lombard's "Sentences" the other day, and the 2nd vol. of the edition (which contained the 3rd and 4th vol. of his work, a full half of it) had unopened pages!
I feel so bad for him, everyone who was anyone academically used to read his books, and now no-one does.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Coffee shop - Library.
One day when I was home my mom had to work at the county library, so I went in with her, hung out at the library a bit, and then went to the local coffee shop to read and do a bit of work.
(There's an ayurvedic shop that opened next door; South Asians have reached my hometown for the 1st time sometime within the past 2 years, it seems.)
There I ran into a stoner friend of a friend, and as he was leaving this older white balding guy with a short beard who knew him sat down with us, and he talked my ear off when he found out that I study religion.
He teaches English in Korea, but was home visiting family, and he spends a lot of time reading non-canonical works, and going through word-for-word translations of the Hebrew bible.
Most recently, he was researching the demon Azazel, and the race of giants as described in the apocryphal Book of Enoch.
He told me all of this in like a non-stop stream of words that took him 40 minutes, and when I tried to come in with some mildly-redirecting comment, he would get very defensive, at the suggestion that I knew more than him.
Finally I excused myself to go leave and pick up my mom from work, and she said she was busy and had to stay an extra 30 minutes, and I should have called and checked, since I could have stayed at the coffee shop longer.
"Heck no," I was like, and told her about the demon guy. "Gosh is there some odd shit around here," I added.
"People come in here looking for demon books all the time," my mom was then like, as she continued to shelve books.
"Really?", I was like. "Like who?".
"Oh, no-one I can remember at the moment," she was like, "But this summer there was a very pregnant teeny-bop who was asking me for books on witchcraft."
At that she rolled her eyes and laughed.
(There's an ayurvedic shop that opened next door; South Asians have reached my hometown for the 1st time sometime within the past 2 years, it seems.)
There I ran into a stoner friend of a friend, and as he was leaving this older white balding guy with a short beard who knew him sat down with us, and he talked my ear off when he found out that I study religion.
He teaches English in Korea, but was home visiting family, and he spends a lot of time reading non-canonical works, and going through word-for-word translations of the Hebrew bible.
Most recently, he was researching the demon Azazel, and the race of giants as described in the apocryphal Book of Enoch.
He told me all of this in like a non-stop stream of words that took him 40 minutes, and when I tried to come in with some mildly-redirecting comment, he would get very defensive, at the suggestion that I knew more than him.
Finally I excused myself to go leave and pick up my mom from work, and she said she was busy and had to stay an extra 30 minutes, and I should have called and checked, since I could have stayed at the coffee shop longer.
"Heck no," I was like, and told her about the demon guy. "Gosh is there some odd shit around here," I added.
"People come in here looking for demon books all the time," my mom was then like, as she continued to shelve books.
"Really?", I was like. "Like who?".
"Oh, no-one I can remember at the moment," she was like, "But this summer there was a very pregnant teeny-bop who was asking me for books on witchcraft."
At that she rolled her eyes and laughed.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Story from my hometown: Trial.
When I asked my mom about anything that had been happening lately in my hometown, she was like, "You'd like this, but you better shut up about it."
She then said that an older (of course white) gentleman who was a long-time member of the big evangelical church in my town had gotten in trouble for molesting impaired women through his social services job, and when he went to trial, the church packed the courtroom and people would sigh and make comments and it was hard for our neighbor the judge to keep order, and one of the jurors lied and said he *wasn't* a member of the church when he actually was, and our neighbor the judge found out and had to declare a mistrial.
"She is *pissed*," my mom was like, and said that she was considering bringing the juror up on perjury charges.
Later, I asked my one friend who runs the women's shelter's dad, who is retired from the county court system, if he had heard about that trial.
He had just heard there was a mistrial, but he said that the guy who was on trial didn't work in an impaired home, rather he worked in social services and would make "calls" on Saturdays and Sundays to single mothers, purportedly for work, but instead to try to get them to sleep with him... The guy had a wife and had been married for a long time, too.
"And that is CSC," he was like, talking about the guy's weekend visits to single moms.
"No that's not!" one of my friend's dads adult children was like, and they got into a big debate about what constitutes criminal sexual conduct...
You can tell they had a lot of conversations like this when everyone was growing up, it seems.
She then said that an older (of course white) gentleman who was a long-time member of the big evangelical church in my town had gotten in trouble for molesting impaired women through his social services job, and when he went to trial, the church packed the courtroom and people would sigh and make comments and it was hard for our neighbor the judge to keep order, and one of the jurors lied and said he *wasn't* a member of the church when he actually was, and our neighbor the judge found out and had to declare a mistrial.
"She is *pissed*," my mom was like, and said that she was considering bringing the juror up on perjury charges.
Later, I asked my one friend who runs the women's shelter's dad, who is retired from the county court system, if he had heard about that trial.
He had just heard there was a mistrial, but he said that the guy who was on trial didn't work in an impaired home, rather he worked in social services and would make "calls" on Saturdays and Sundays to single mothers, purportedly for work, but instead to try to get them to sleep with him... The guy had a wife and had been married for a long time, too.
"And that is CSC," he was like, talking about the guy's weekend visits to single moms.
"No that's not!" one of my friend's dads adult children was like, and they got into a big debate about what constitutes criminal sexual conduct...
You can tell they had a lot of conversations like this when everyone was growing up, it seems.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Tour of a women's shelter!
So, the day after I got in, before we took the trip north to my parents', I asked my friend if I could see the shelter where she worked, since she just got the job and has been putting in 60-70 hour weeks and I've been hearing a lot about it.
She had to go there, so I went with her and her sister, and got a tour; it was a big operation, with 22 staff, a shitload of offsite properties, a $1 million a year budget, and rooms of supplies (food, bed things, clothes, etc.).
It's also on the 1st floor of a Masonic building, and she said that the 2nd floor which they keep locked, someone has a key to, and she's been there and said it's all velvet curtains and satanic-looking wood carvings.
Before we left, I told her athletic director husband, "I can't wait for a tour," and did an imitation of his wife, "'This is the phone where I make conference calls, and this is a woman with a black eye.'"
He laughed, and she never heard it. Before she took me and her sister into the shelter, though, she was like, "Ok, [my name], remember, no jokes."
She had to go there, so I went with her and her sister, and got a tour; it was a big operation, with 22 staff, a shitload of offsite properties, a $1 million a year budget, and rooms of supplies (food, bed things, clothes, etc.).
It's also on the 1st floor of a Masonic building, and she said that the 2nd floor which they keep locked, someone has a key to, and she's been there and said it's all velvet curtains and satanic-looking wood carvings.
Before we left, I told her athletic director husband, "I can't wait for a tour," and did an imitation of his wife, "'This is the phone where I make conference calls, and this is a woman with a black eye.'"
He laughed, and she never heard it. Before she took me and her sister into the shelter, though, she was like, "Ok, [my name], remember, no jokes."
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
An anecdote of college: Mexican restaurant after hours.
On the drive back south after visiting my parents', I was talking about Mexican food and made a joke about chimichangas, and my one friend from high school who runs a women's shelter and has an athletic director husband couldn't stop thinking about chimichangas, and insisted we stop by a Mexican restaurant near their house ("La Senorita's").
As it turns out, it's on the outskirts of a big state school college town, and her husband had worked there when he did his undergrad years ago.
We were in the bar-restaurant part, not the dining room per se, and as we were finishing our meal he started to reminisce how one night him and one of his friends were closing, and they realized it was 2am and all the liquor stores would be closed, so they got a 3-gallon bucket and filled it with beer and put it between them in their truck when they left, and drove back to their apartment, where sat around it and scooped out of it in glasses and drank it all.
As it turns out, it's on the outskirts of a big state school college town, and her husband had worked there when he did his undergrad years ago.
We were in the bar-restaurant part, not the dining room per se, and as we were finishing our meal he started to reminisce how one night him and one of his friends were closing, and they realized it was 2am and all the liquor stores would be closed, so they got a 3-gallon bucket and filled it with beer and put it between them in their truck when they left, and drove back to their apartment, where sat around it and scooped out of it in glasses and drank it all.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Addendum addendum.
Also also -
My one other friend from high school's athletic director husband was saying that the teacher who sexted his student and lost his job was stupid.
"You just don't do that stuff," he was like.
"Do the situations arise a lot?", I was like.
"There's a lot of 17 year old girls out there who look pretty mature," he was like, "And they wear tight shirts and like to show everything they've got. You'd be surprised."
My one other friend from high school's athletic director husband was saying that the teacher who sexted his student and lost his job was stupid.
"You just don't do that stuff," he was like.
"Do the situations arise a lot?", I was like.
"There's a lot of 17 year old girls out there who look pretty mature," he was like, "And they wear tight shirts and like to show everything they've got. You'd be surprised."
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Addendum.
And -
My one friend's wife said this story her mother tells always freaks her out.
Right after the movie "The Exorcist" came out, she was rushing around before a trip to get her (by far) oldest son ready, and everything was there, but when she looked, she couldn't find his shoes that had been right there, so she looked everywhere and couldn't find them, so she pulled another pair out of the closet and put them on him and took him out to the car to her husband, then she returned one more time just to double-check.
She had heard that the devil would steal objects and hide them from you, and then put them in impossibly obvious places, and -
She opens the door, and there in the middle of their living room off to the left are the shoes, sitting there as a pair perfectly aligned.
My one friend's wife said this story her mother tells always freaks her out.
Right after the movie "The Exorcist" came out, she was rushing around before a trip to get her (by far) oldest son ready, and everything was there, but when she looked, she couldn't find his shoes that had been right there, so she looked everywhere and couldn't find them, so she pulled another pair out of the closet and put them on him and took him out to the car to her husband, then she returned one more time just to double-check.
She had heard that the devil would steal objects and hide them from you, and then put them in impossibly obvious places, and -
She opens the door, and there in the middle of their living room off to the left are the shoes, sitting there as a pair perfectly aligned.
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