About a month ago I posted HERE that I had been allowed, by my wife and parents (both of whom are footing the bill for this) to purchase my Christmas gift early: an iPod Touch.
I very much enjoyed the touch, and it made me want an iPhone desperately. A few glitches, though: 1) We are loyal Verizon customers, unwilling to switch to AT&T . . . Verizon has always gone above and beyond for us; 2) I deeply lamented the fact that the Touch did not have internet access at all times, but only when I could find an open connection, which was rarely, or when at a ‘hot spot'; 3) Price . . . it was a hunk of change for no phone, camera, and unlimited internet capabilities. I was, however, still very happy with it, and was on it every day and night religiously.
Then, my wife received a text message from Verizon saying we qualified for an early upgrade. Curious, I called and asked precisely what the discount would be. Long story short, I returned the iPod touch to Best Buy earlier this week, went to my local Verizon store and got . . . the new DROID. It’s only been out about a month, but this thing is incredible. I love having email anywhere. And internet anywhere. There are some great apps, and I trust many more to come. My favorites are the barcode scanners so far, which use the camera to either take a picture of a book cover or scan the barcode and then find it online. I know these aren’t anything new to iPhone users, but to a loyal Verizon customer, this is pretty sweet. Loving the DROID.
Never fear, loyal readers. All is well. Things are just busy, as you might expect at this time of the year. Yes, the holidays draw nigh. But so does the end of the semester. At present, I am finishing up a stack of my student’s final essays; they also have their final exams tomorrow (wish them luck!), so the next few days will go to grading those and then reporting final grades. Add to that dissertation work and writing, preparing a trip home for Christmas, and a host of other things, and I haven’t had much time to blog productively about things recently. That will, though, change soon. No worries.
In the meantime, check out my SBL posts below, and do comment.
I hope you all are well!
Yesterday I decided, finally, to break down and beg my family to let me get a Christmas gift early. What did I want, you ask? An Ipod touch (I didn’t get an iphone because I have Verizon, and yes, I know about the Droid, but we aren’t eligible to upgrade for another year and I can’t spend $500 on a phone). So far, I love it. I was up until 2 am playing with it, downloading apps. I’ve gone app crazy! I am really looking forward to having it in New Orleans, assuming there will be wireless internet available at the conference site as there has been in past years.
And so I ask you, friends, to suggest to me the best FREE apps to get, be they games, document viewers, language sources, Bibles, etc. Suggest away!
The last few weeks have seen a string of events that have left me frustrated. Things have simply not been going in my favor (not that they always did before, mind you; perhaps Deuteronomistic theology is at work and I should inspect my life to check my adherence to Torah . . . let’s just hope I at least come out unlike Manasseh!). Here’s a bit of what’s been going on . . .
-Two weeks ago we were accidentally locked out of our house. Of course, we called a locksmith, assured it would take no time at all to pick the lock. Well, four hours later (outside with a tired 2 yr old, mind you), three locksmith companies, and five locksmiths later we got in our house . . . through a window. Sigh.
-This past weekend my wife and I set out to replace our leaky kitchen faucet. Upon taking the faucet off we attempted to remove the handles to clean out any debris. The handles, however, were stuck, so in our wisdom we hammered them off with a hammer. That broke our old faucet. So we went to Home Depot to buy a new faucet. Upon returning home we finished disconnecting the old one from the wall, only to reveal that one of the attached pipes was so brittle that the threading part broke off. We could hook the new sink up, but we had no pressure at all, and the leak was now coming out of the wall. We called a plumber and was told a simple house call would be $150 on the weekend. So after a day with no water (we obviously had to shut the water off at the street to keep it from shooting out of the wall in the kitchen) we finally found a plumber whose house call on the weekends was not so exorbitant. Two hours later and $300 later we have a new faucet that doesn’t drip . . . but I’d rather have a mildly drippy faucet and $300 in my pocket.
-Today daycare called and said my son was pushed by another child, resulting in a huge bump and scrape on his forehead and some scraping around one of his eyes. He seems fine, but I don’t have a lot of patience or tolerance (none, actually) for things happening to my son. He has also recently been getting bitten by a certain child at daycare. He came up to me a little bit ago and said he had an “owie” on his head, and then he said “daddy kiss it.” Children are such a blessing. And there is no better feeling than being able to make your child feel better.
There are some other things, but these are three biggies . . . leaving me . . . frustrated.
Earlier today while my wife was at work my 2 year old son asked that I read to him. After a series of Scooby Doo books he brought me a real goodie . . . Who’s Who in the Old Testament (cover pictured at left). There are pictures of animals on each page–fish, lions, birds, dogs, etc.–and he loves to identify the animals. He’s a very sharp two year old!
As we were reading along we came to one of the final pages, I believe on Daniel, and we were naming off the various things in the pictures. He very easily identified the “lion” when I pointed to it. He then, however, continued to insist there was a “birdie” in the picture when there clearly was not. I asked him where the birdie was, and he pointed, without hesitation . . . to an angel floating in the sky! It was hilarious. I guess an angel does fulfill some of the basic requirements a two year old would have for a “birdie” — wings and in the sky. That is some sound exegesis!
So, what did I learn today? Angels are really “birdies.” My son . . . the biblical scholar!
(for another example of my son’s religious views, see HERE)
Today, October 19, 2009 marks my 28th birthday. Yes, I’m still a young pup! That’s a whole career’s worth of cutting-edge scholarship at your disposal!!
I am blessed to have my parents visiting Waco to celebrate with my amazing wife and wonderful son! On the docket today is, well, very little until my wife gets off work. Then it’s going out to eat supper, gifts, and a Reeses Peanut Butter Cup ice cream cake from Baskin Robbins. Yummy! And after that is a bottle of TUMS to wash it all down! Life is good!
Someone arrived at my blog recently by searching the string “what religion is jon anderson.” I’ll overlook the misspelling of the first name and assume they genuinely meant me. I’ll trust also that this person found the answer (it is evident in my CV).
But, to answer, I’m Lutheran . . . ELCA. Hope this is helpful!
And now I will extend this question to others. I am curious as to the religious affiliation (or non-affiliation) of my readers. We are surely a diverse bunch. Please, take a brief moment to reply and let me know your specific affiliation. If you want to elaborate further that is more than welcome. But I am curious, and I look forward to your responses.
My wife, son, and I took a mini-family vacation (our first!) to San Antonio a few weeks ago. One night we went out to eat on the Riverwalk, and apparently my son was in a goofy mood. This picture is just too priceless for me not to share. My wife and I laugh hysterically every time we see it. Perhaps it isn’t as funny to others as it is to us, but what would encourage a 2 year old to make such a face? Especially when he knew we were taking a picture and just got done saying “cheeeeeeeeese” before making this face.
I truly worry what this indicates if the adage “like father, like son” is true!
Jim West has posted his recollection of what he was doing on 9/11/01. This led to my own reflection. I remember it vividly. Indeed, it is crystal clear.
I was a sophomore in undergrad at Augustana College in Sioux Falls, SD. I woke up for my 9am English literature class a bit later than usual, and my roommate was sleeping, so I left the TV off. At the start of class the professor said these words: “I trust you know what is going on in our country right now. We need prayers.” Truth be told, I appeared to be the only one in the room oblivious to what had happened mere minutes earlier. I asked a friend of mine, who tried to explain it. I didn’t get it. It didn’t register.
After class I hurried back to my dorm room and put the news on. One of the towers had already collapsed. I would watch live as the other did. All day I watched in horror, in sadness, and in reflection. I left the TV on that night as I went to bed. When I woke up the next morning they were now talking about a person relatively unknown to me at the time: Osama bin Laden. Yes, I remember vividly.
On 9/11/01 I recorded the news all day. I still have two full six hour VHS tapes. I knew I was watching history. Something akin to Pearl Harbor, the Kennedy Assassination, or the liberation of the concentration camps. But what struck me most that day was my need to preserve this. I remember. And I wanted my future children to be able to see what absolute fanatacism looks like. What it results in. And I wanted them to see what it looked like when the world changed in an instant. Now, with a son of my own, that desire is all the more potent.
I still remember . . . . one year later. 9/11/02. The memorial service. Hearing the names read of all the victims. I still remember . . . . two years later. Hearing Rudy Giuliani speak about it at my undergrad. The firefighters, police, and rescuers were his heroes. They should be all our heroes. And I still remember, eight years later.
God’s continued blessing on the families of those who lost loved ones that day. May we never forget.