January 25. 2000
I woke up 3 minutes before my alarm went off. Put in contacts, pulled on clothes, grabbed toothbrush and washcloth and stumbled down the hall to the bathroom. I was brushing my teeth when Rachel informed me that because of the snow, school had been canceled for today.
I blink blearily. "What snow? There isn't any snow."
One look out the window proved me wrong. There was about 5 or 6 inches on the ground, and it was still snowing heavily. I checked the weather. 8-12 inches expected. Holy shit. Where did this come from?
Oh, the joy of a totally unexpected snow day. Whereas if this had been a regular day, I would have felt sluggish and been ill tempered as I always am in the morning, because it was a snow day and all possibilities were spread before me, I was suddenly bright eyed and bushy tailed.
I figured my parents and sister had off as well, so I called them and I chatted with my parents for a few minutes. Lauren, of course, had already gone back to sleep (I don't blame her). My mother was contemplating making soup. Making a big pot of soup on snow days is a Rusen tradition. Because my parents are teachers, we would all have off the same days, and my Mom would take out Nana's huge white cooking pot and either make chili or chicken soup. My Mom makes killer soup. Especially white chili. I was talking about it today, apparently no one has heard about it except me. It's chili made with a cream sauce, white beans and ground chicken. As you can imagine, it's heavenly. So I am missing my mom's soup terribly now, as I stare forlornly at a can of Campbell's Minestrone.
Nothing much was accomplished today. It was a mix of sleeping, eating, reading, and staring at the computer screen, hashing out the redesign for this site. God help me, I've set a deadline of the beginning of February for the launch of the new site. I guess I should pray for more snow days.
I also started reading "Why I am Not a Christian", by Bertrand Russell. Oddly enough, I borrowed it from Alicia (yes, the Catholic schoolgirl who can't respect me because I'm an agnostic). I read the first essay, and was rather fascinated by it. It confirmed pretty much everything I had been thinking about the institution of Christianity and belief in God in general. Even though I don't really believe in God myself, I'm still very interested in the cultural and societal impact that religion and God have had throughout history. I'd really like to get some kind of degree in comparative religion at some point. I'm hoping some of classes I'm taking at Main campus next year can be religion classes.
The thing I'm worried about is discussing religion in class, because of the bias of those who DO believe. It has been my experience, and a discussion in Intellectual Heritage last Thursday confirmed this, is that Christians are completely unable to discuss their beliefs objectively. Now, this has only been my experience, but I have not yet met a Christian with whom I could have an intelligent discussion on religion.
There was another annoying thing I noticed in class on Thursday. One particular ardent individual managed to inject his concept of God (that is, the Christian God) in every aspect of our discussion, whether or not it had to do with what we were talking about. I called him on the inneccessity of this, as did several others. But what irked me was that I heard him complaining to another person during our class break that he felt he "had to defend the entire religion" and that he shouldn't be obligated to do that. Well, in my view, if your beliefs are so strong and influence your life that much, you'd better be ready to defend them. Because people are suspicious of any really strong belief, whether it be Christianity or atheism or anything else. People want to question that which the person believes so strongly. My friend John, a "hardcore atheist" (as I call him) gets a lot of flack for what he believes, but the difference between him and the individual in class is that he defends what he believes quite strongly. Although I don't completely agree with him, I do admire him for that.
So yeah, this entry started out being about a snow day...
It's still snowing a bit now, and I'm pretty sure we won't have class tomorrow, either, which is a nice break. The good thing about college is that you don't have to make up snow days.
music: Mortal City, Dar Williams
food: wild cherry pepsi
read: Why I Am Not a Christian, by Bertrand Russell
sight: illegal candle
why is it that as we grow older and stronger
the road signs point us adrift and make us afraid
saying "you can never win", "watch your back", "where's your husband?"
i don't like the signs that the sign makers made
-You're Aging Well, Dar Williams
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