Joining Jen and the gang. As always.
Just in case you missed it (and I’m not sure that you could have, given how shameless I’ve been in Social Media Land), Real Housekeeping launched on Monday:
I love being in the captain’s seat.
Editing is awesome. I have the pleasure of reading ingenious, creative articles from many wonderful writers BEFORE y’all get to read them. Neener-neener-neener!
Seriously, though. I love working with others to polish up their pieces. I love that feeling of excitement of seeing their work receive the accolades they deserve.
I picked up the January issue of The Sun, their 40th Anniversary issue, at the doctor’s office the other day. (Really, what kind of doctor’s office has issues of The Sun floating around? Little highbrow, don’t you think?) Reading an interview with Sun founder Sy Safransky, I was struck by this:
Kendall: You often refer to God in your Notebook, but you rarely disclose definite beliefs. What do you think of God?
Safransky: First, I want to know what God thinks of me! [Laughter.] On second thought, strike that. [Long pause, sigh.] Look, it’s hard for me to talk about God, and not because I’m trying to be evasive. It’s because there’s an obvious dilemma in trying to express the inexpressible. When I was a kid, I was taught in Hebrew school that it was a sin to speak or write the Hebrew name for “God,” that it would make God angry if we used his “real” name. In recent years, it occurred to me what might be behind this injunction: since whatever we mean by “God” is, in fact, nameless and unknowable, it’s good to remind ourselves, every time we use the word, that there really isn’t a word for what we’re trying to express. Groucho Marx said he wouldn’t want to belong to any club that would accept him as a member. Well, I wouldn’t want to believe in any God that I could comprehend.
I both completely agree and completely disagree with Safransky’s moving account of God’s unknowability. God is unfathomable, and, like him, I wouldn’t want God to be something bounded by my capacity of understanding.
And as a Christian, I believe God also reaches across this impenetrable divide and reveals himself to us in the Incarnation.
That said, I resonated with many things Safransky expressed in this interview. If you have a chance to pick it up, do.
On to even deeper theological waters…
Please help. Please help my hair. What am I going to DO with this thick, heavy, coarse, wavy/curly/straight hair?
Long Hair Pros: Shows off the natural goodness that is my hair, thank you, God. My husband likes it long (it’s a man thing, right?). Also goes into a ponytail for working out.
Long Hair Cons: It’s heavy. It falls in my face, which drives me cray-zee. It goes into a ponytail far too often—like, 99.9% of the time—because I’m NOT willing to spend 30 minutes blow drying it. I’m not sure I could find a mousse-scrunch-and-go kind of long hair style.
Short Hair Pros: A bob is an easy cut for me—speaking of mousse-scrunch-and-go.
Short Hair Cons: I don’t care for the way layering looks on me. Heavy layers are not my style, and light layering makes my hair mushroom out over my ears. The cost of keeping up short hair can really add up. Plus, I can’t pull my hair off my neck when I’m going for a run.
I’ve got 14 minutes before I need to wrap this post up.
Let’s do some pictures! Everybody likes pictures!
FOLLOW REAL HOUSEKEEPING! Please? Pretty please? Pretty-pretty-pretty-pretty-pretty please?
Ethel thanks you.
Muchas gracias & adios.
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