Synaesthesia or Ideaesthesia?

For many years now, I have described myself as a synaesthete. For those unfamiliar with the term, it refers to someone who experiences a mixing of the senses: people who can taste music, or hear colors. I remember my ninth-grade health teacher describing synaesthesia in those who were on hallucinogens, and putting up my hand to tell him that some people experienced that ALL the time, and that I was one of them. I think the kids would have thought I was just permanently on hallucinogens, if they didn’t know I was such a goody-two-shoes.

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Best-Laid Plans

Honestly, I don’t know how I would get through my life without my faith in God. You know how some people say “everything happens for a reason”? That is a belief that Christians share: “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose” (Rom 8:28 NIV). That’s the belief that has gotten me through this year so far.

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Religion and Politics

As Christians, should our religious beliefs affect our politics? How? What is each one’s proper place?

I’ve thought about this a lot over the last few years. I grew up in a moderately conservative family, in a rural, conservative, and Christian culture. When I went to college–and even more so later, when I went to grad school in Delaware–I encountered a more liberal, urban, secular culture. Over time my politics have shifted, so that I went from being a moderate conservative to a moderate to somewhere on the liberal side (I couldn’t even tell you anymore where; it’s so confusing). But my my basic Christian beliefs have not changed. So how do religion and politics fit together?

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Lyme, Literature, and Life –>A Little Gentian

Blog title change!

John Mulaney once said,”Growing up, I always thought that quicksand was going to be a much bigger problem than it turned out to be.” It seems it’s the same with me and Lyme disease: my biggest health problems were apparently being caused by my thyroid instead, which is pretty easily treated, so this is definitely not going to be a blog cataloging my struggles with chronic Lyme: struggle’s already over, apparently! So instead, I renamed it after a poem by Emily Dickinson, my favorite poet. Header image has changed too; URL hasn’t. 🙂

God made a little Gentian —
It tried — to be a Rose —
And failed — and all the Summer laughed —
But just before the Snows

There rose a Purple Creature —
That ravished all the Hill —
And Summer hid her Forehead —
And Mockery — was still —

The Frosts were her condition —
The Tyrian would not come
Until the North — invoke it —
Creator — Shall I — bloom?

Riding the Wrecking Ball

The story looks nothing like this.

My uncle Lee was a carpenter, and one day in late seventies, he was working at a job where he was up on a scaffold, a couple of stories up. Nearby, other members of the crew were demolishing a building, and they were using a wrecking ball.

The unfortunate thing was that the man running the wrecking ball had been out drinking the night before. And he fell asleep. At the controls of a wrecking ball.

As one might expect, when the wrecking ball  operator falls asleep, the wrecking ball gets a little out of control.

Lee was working away on his scaffold when he suddenly realized the wrecking ball was coming his way. It was going to hit his scaffold, and he was going to fall.

So Lee got ready and waited for the wrecking ball to come for him.

Just before it hit his scaffold, Lee made a flying leap and grabbed the chain of the wrecking ball. It demolished the scaffold, and then he slid down to the ball itself, standing on it and shouting for all he was worth.

The noise woke the wrecking ball operator, who stopped the ball immediately, white-faced and shaking. Lee hopped off the ball, annoyed but okay, and went back to work.

I’ve never heard if the wrecking ball operator kept his job…