A crew entry, because crew is half of my life (and sleep is the other half. And classes are the third half, and a cappella is the fourth. And then there's all my cancelled-TV-s
This morning our coach announced lineups for our first race of the fall season (this Sunday). So, for one thing, just about everyone is racing twice; once in an eight and once in a four. Obviously with the fours, we're going to have a "better" four and a "second" four. And the big news is that I'm in the first boat, the A boat, the "better" four. I'm pulling times which, for my weight, are competitive with the much-taller girls on the team. And this excites me like none other.
It's my goal to be in our top women's boat, the one that gets a spot at the Head of the Charles Regatta. HOCR is the biggest fall race in the nation -- international teams even come to compete, as do Olympic teams and all sorts of awesome things to watch -- and it happens in Boston. Since we're a local school, they give us one spot a year. This year it's a women's boat, and my #1 goal of the entire semester (grades included) is to have a spot in that boat.
I hope I'm on pace to do it. I'm pulling the fourth-best times on the team, and with weight adjustments, I"m third-best, with the girl who beats me by a few seconds n the erg bringing up the end with weight adjustments, because I weigh about 30lbs less than her.
Anyone who reads my livejournal's already read this, but I just wanted to brag about it somewhere else!
FIRST BOAT!
A bee just totally flew up my skirt.
I was waiting for the campus shuttle to come by, right, and I happen to glance this big ol' bumblebee walking around, which I thought was odd -- shouldn't it be flying? Anyway, so as I'm thinking of other things he proceeds to crawl up the side of my sandal and onto my heel, where my startled reflexes prompt me to shake my foot and throw him off of me. He returned with a vengeance, however, crawling on the pavement back towards me as I looked away, thinking I was rid of 'im. I felt something on my thigh, and thinking it was just a weird fold of my skirt, I go to brush away whatever it is and hear a furious buzzing. Seriously, this insect didn't just sound like he was trying to fly away; he was infuriated. How dare I kick and then brush him away, AND imprison him in the folds of a brown fabricky trap? Really worried that he was going to sting me, I jumped up, waving my skirt around. He was distracted no longer than a second, though. In moments he buzzed up, landed on my other thigh and proceeded to try to dig through the skirt fabric to ... get at my leg and gnaw on me? I have no idea what he thought he was doing, but at that point I shook my skirt, cleared him once more, and moved clear away from him, watching him slowly crawl up the rock I was sitting on. He then started either to groom himself or to do unspeakable things to the rock. Or maybe he was just trying to pollinate it...
Then the shuttle came.
Thus ends my tale of lecherous bees.
taken from friends on livejournal.
Repent America issued a press release Wednesday. In it, they implied that Hurricane Katrina was a judgement from God on New Orleans, particularly on Southern Decadence, New Orleans' annual queer end-of-summer bash.
Eh, they're just some tiny fringe group, right?
Well, Agape Press, the American Family Association's news service (and nobody can claim that the AFA isn't right in the heart of Christian activism) posted an article misleadingly titled New Orleans Residents: God's Mercy Evident in Katrina's Wake. They don't just imply.
The pastor explains that for years he has warned people that unless Christians in New Orleans took a strong stand against such things as local abortion clinics, the yearly Mardi Gras celebrations, and the annual event known as "Southern Decadence" -- an annual six-day gay pride event scheduled to be hosted by the city this week -- God's judgment would be felt.
“New Orleans now is abortion free. New Orleans now is Mardi Gras free. New Orleans now is free of Southern Decadence and the sodomites, the witchcraft workers, false religion -- it's free of all of those things now," Shanks says. "God simply, I believe, in His mercy purged all of that stuff out of there -- and now we're going to start over again."
Last I checked, this isn't what Christianity is about. I thought Christianity was about good will toward all, not about exploiting human suffering.
Take a stand.
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Wow. I have a diary! This is fun. I bet no one knows about this. Yeah, I'm sticking with LJ, but it's fun to know that this one exists, too.