I’ve been thinking a lot about job applications lately. I mean, I’ve been without a full-time job for a year and a half, so this is pretty natural. I applied for approximately 35 jobs in 2016; so far in 2017 I’ve applied for 32. And I haven’t gotten an interview for a single full-time position.
On May 4th, our pastor contacted me out of the blue and asked if I would be the church’s summer youth pastor–a part-time summer job. Continue reading
So, children, when we left off last time, I had been to an endocrinologist with a DREADFUL bedside manner, been told that everything was in my head, been given a buttload of tests, and all of them had come back negative. Following the endocrinologist’s fervent assertion that there was no way I was hypothyroid, I determined that the reason the thyroid meds were helping was because T3 has been shown to augment antidepressants.
I finally finished a project I’ve been working on for weeks:
I am currently watching a documentary about people with hyperthymesia: exceptional autobiographic memory.
There is one topic in Christianity that garners a great deal of attention–and yet many people know very little about it. This is the topic of heaven, and what it will be like. The popularity of this topic can be seen in the interest in near-death experiences. However, the idea that most people have of heaven is highly inaccurate in terms of what the Bible actually says.
I recently accepted a job as my church’s summer youth pastor. I was surprised by the suggestion at first, but then realized that I’ve done a lot of teaching of teenagers in my career, and I’m a pretty knowledgeable layperson, so it actually makes sense. My only misgiving was with my health and related issues: I knew that being a youth pastor could be physically grueling and involve a lot of activities I don’t particularly enjoy, so I thought some of the job might be tough. And then I had some interesting conversations this morning with one of the women who works with the youth group.
I had always heard the name D. H. Lawrence pronounced with reverence–heck, they even quoted him on Star Trek!–and so I believed he must be a great author. That is, until I was assigned his novel Women in Love in one of my literature courses.
I’ve continued on with the oil painting. I did that one based on the photo of the tree farm:
…this video will be my first stop for brainstorming ideas.
How about a twentieth-century person who was cryogenically frozen, their brain reconstructed as a computer, their body reconstructed, flown to an alien planet with others in order to start their own civilization? Oh, and they can pick extra senses to have attached to their bodies…
To all those men–
Yes, and women too–
Who have thought I would look better
With a smaller waist:
I will not take up less space for your convenience.