christmas?

I guess it's Christmas this weekend...feels like it came from nowhere, and that I'm not ready for it. I am ready to go home, though, and I'm ready to go to Gina's home--to Sarasota. I'm looking forward to the familiar sounds and sights, and dealing with the joys and pains of family that I miss so much out here in the Lonestar state. Maybe see some friends while in town, too.
We're stressed out and going out of our mind, and yet, somehow, staying content and smiling...somehow is never really "somehow" because I know how, but I'm nevertheless amazed that even after six years of believing that the New Testament's story of Jesus is indeed the Truth of this world, God can be so present and provide such satisfaction--such completion. Especially when I am not seeking it (when I should be) and not noticing it (because I'm distracted). But I prayed for Gina this morning, and sure enough she was accompanied all day by subtle revelations of that which I prayed for. But why, then, is it such a mysterious wonder that these things are possible? I'm making the mistake of limiting God, and I want to be more susceptible to making him too big, rather than too small. Yeah, sometimes I think my faith is weakening, and then sometimes I'm ready to be changed into something much more capable, and more willing.

It's tough to be so far away, but, at the same time, I love my work, and I don't think I could or even if I'd want to do it anywhere else. I find it difficult to keep up with school, and that makes it great because then, at the end, when the transcript reads 4.0, you know it's been a real, honest, painful process involving intellectual punches and kicks...

And it's 9:27 on monday night...Gina's at Steel--restaurant in Uptown (Oak Lawn, maybe?) that specializes in exotic sushi and fish. I'm happy she's there, she deserves gourmet food whether or not I'm cooking it for her. She'll be home soon ( I Hope ) and then we'll go through our gifts for this upcoming (in three days!!!) trip to Sunny Florida. And that's about it....

For now, I'm back to my work on this paper whose deadline was extended until Jan 18.
Antisemitism in the 18th Century--what is was, where it came from and where it was heading. I'll post more about it later.

Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas
-BW

Gatlin Boulevard

hannah julia mike and brian
ricky wally ryan kristencuban
and the frogmom lana also nice surprise

literary themes and names on back and fronts
of folks who couldn't guess and used the a to z

The annual tree trimming party

Go Cart,
BW

done

I slid the manilla folder under Prof. Argyros' door with a message scrawled on the front:
"no wonder of it: Sheer plod makes plough down
Sillion shine,
And blue-bleak ember,
Ah, my dear,
Fall,
Gall themselves,
And gash gold vermillion."


It's up to him, now.

-BW