A quickie today, since I’ve got to run to the store (my C.S. Lewis class is watching Shadowlands tonight and it’s a potluck). It’s still the North Pole outside. ~sigh~
Are there people who don’t write on their hand? Just curious.
Apparently we humans can tell how tall and heavy someone is from the sound of their voice, and we do a pretty good job of it. (This is without seeing the person, of course.) One of the ways we sense that someone is gay or lesbian is if they sound shorter than their voice (for guys) or taller (for girls). Interesting.
There is a wonderful joy in pulling your socks up.
Want to weird someone out? Walk side-by-side with someone you don’t know and see what they do. If you’re just behind or just ahead, it’s not the same; but if you’re directly to the side, it creates a kind of intimacy.
You know how we have a kinesthetic sense so we can tell where our fingers are without being able to see them? I wonder if the same idea applies with our spirits somehow. (Meaning now, while housed in these mortal bodies.)
I’ve kept a log of which books I’ve read for several years now, and it’s a good thing. I think I’m going to create two new logs: one for entertainment (movies, plays, concerts, etc.) and one for creative works (the various things I work on, including when I start them and when I finish them). All of this information is already in my journals, but it’ll be nice to have it in log form so I can easily see where my most productive months were, and if there’s a correlation between entertainment and creative works, and whatnot. And it’ll help someday when I start writing my autobiography. ;)
