At Mt Royal Ave light rail station, transfer point to Penn Station from the Hunt Valley train. Today was a transfer point in my life: the day I was well and truly abandoned.
Photo taken with an Aiptek Mini Pencam 1.3MP.
Goodbye, Tiff. Hello, loneliness.
I have lost her heart.
This morning we talked, and I realized that I must come to terms with how changed things are. I must stop clinging to the futile hope that things can be as they were before. We are different people, and I do not think we can come together again.
Please pray for me. It is not easy, coming to terms with the loss of the only girl I could ever find to love. My heart is broken, utterly and completely, and I can do nothing but lift these finely ground pieces to God, submit to his will, and pray for his healing.
This is part of life. This is what people go through. Pain and despair come into the landscape, but I do know that the Master Artist still holds the brush, and he will paint this sadness into something beautiful. And one day, I know I will rejoice.
But right now, today, for the first time in eight years, I’m lonely. Cold, sad, and lonely. Please pray for me.
Neon Calvinism
Just returned from a night out with Valerie, Brian, and Gideon. We all had fun talking about Neo(n)calvinism and the complex history of Dutch/Canadian Reformed congregations. Gideon had a tremendous slice of lemon meringue cake, the “meringue” part of which reminded us of the Sydney Opera House.
More from Valerie, and photos start here. (Sorry, they’re not too flattering, because of low light. Except for that meringue.)
A rare Friday night out
Funny Halloween Foxtrot
Yesterday’s Foxtrot strip was absolutely priceless. (Via my boss.)
The Future’s Made of Virtual Insanity
Anyway, I had completely forgotten yesterday that I would be going with my relatives to a distant cousin’s bridal shower / costume party last night, then spending the night at my uncle’s. So I came to Washington with only the clothes on my back, and nothing else. Fortunately a quick trip to Hecht’s and a neighboring CVS Pharmacy provided me with pajama pants and 99-cent deodorant, shampoo, and toothpaste packs to keep me decent and fragrant through the night.
A costume for the party, however, was not forthcoming. But on the Metro to Ballston, it occurred to me that I could simply unfold the brim of my Nepalese Hat and wear it so that it loomed above my head like Devil’s Tower. That, combined with ultra-lowered pants, and suddenly I felt like Jamiroquai.
It was fun. I got pictures.
Nepalese Hat
My Hat Quest ended a few months ago at the Dupont Circle Metro, at the top of the North escalator, where the old Afghan vendor had black Nepalese hats for sale. The wooly, fold-brimmed cap fits snugly around my ears, and has served quite well to warm my head through these wintry days.
I mention this because the Nepalese Hat will figure importantly in my next blog entry.
Ghoulish Gulay
A bowl of “Ghoulish Gulay,” (GOO-Lie) actually just some good ol’ Filipino pakbet, Halloween-themed, with bagoong, sitaw, okra, and of course, kalabasa. (It really looks like that, even when it’s not Halloween.)
Photo taken with an Aiptek Mini Pencam 1.3MP.
Buy Bush a PS2
It looks like GWBush is getting a Playstation 2, which the anti-war folk hope will get his mind off Iraq. They’re even throwing in an extra controller for Cheney. (Too bad the Secret Service will probably think it’s a bomb.)
Vintage Lumiere
Crisis Century class today was spent watching early Lumiere cinematographe films, with amusing voice-over commentary from Bertrand Tavernier. What a strange cultural odyssey, watching those silent, hand-cranked films from a century past.