Orthodox Christians should write and paint and sing and dance. We should make
movies and television shows. We should make clothes and produce textiles as art
as well (the fullness of culture is itself too large to describe in a sentence,
a paragraph or even a book). And in all these activities, they will be
expressive of the fullness of our humanity without having to stick an icon on
everything to prove its Orthodoxy.
-- Father Stephen in Glory to God for All Things
This is a picture of Lionel, my Useless Blob.
He's really here, jumping up and down. To adopt your own Useless Blob, click on him.
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2004-09-22
The instructions from 9292ov.nl, the public transport journey planner, were clear enough (though we almost took the wrong train in Utrecht anyway; after all, the Intercity to Rotterdam used to stop in Gouda). The bus driver knew where the sports hall was, “right across that bridge”. And sure enough, there it was. Striped black and white, hence its name.
When I was in Germany (via Koblenz) I took lots of photos with the intention of blogging about at least some of the things in the photos. And I made up lots of text in my head, but I didn’t have a laptop with me (on purpose; the expletive-deleted thing weighs seven pounds and the power unit another two, and I had to carry everything on my back). And writing on the Apple is.. well… uncomfortable.
I wrote the preceding entry, about the phone, almost the moment we were back from holiday (late July) but kept it until I’d have posted the holiday entries.
And now, of course, I don’t know what I wanted to write.
Perhaps some of it will trickle through, and I’ll post a retrospective…
Now I’ve finally given in and acquired a mobile phone, it turns out that Things are Against Me. My first was a hand-me-down that worked well enough until first the earpiece speaker, and then the internal memory gave up, and the friendly Turk who repairs phones for 15 euros couldn’t repair it. Then I tried the SIM card in an even older one, but that wouldn’t even start up without a code I didn’t have.
This is my new phone
(well, not this one, obviously, but one exactly like it)
