Wednesday, June 30, 2004

Days 7, 8 and 9 - Church, IT destruction, and the Tyndale Lectures

Hello!  Well, we managed to splice into a wireless network of the church that shares the space here at Regents Park Retreat Center (a Pentacostal church, so I may start writing in tongues any minute). It has
been a busy three days:

Sunday - Church and study
So, woke up early Sunday morning, enjoyed a prosperous run (apperently the English are still bummed about the loss to Portugal, so there were no “vomit” puddles to leap). Spent a little time studying, showering (I am getting the hang of showering in the shower at the lovely Beech Wing housing complex where I am staying, that has a rust spot the size of Maine, making it needed to shower in a position similiar to that of the starting blocks in the Olympics).  Then a nice walk to church.  The regular vicar was on vacation, so they had a brand new ordained pastor there. Apperently they do not teach here how to wrap up your sermon.  He went on and on, about nothing in particular, having long since lost the congregation (the only ones paying attention were the infants at that point). Longest service I had been to since I’ve been here - about 1:45).  Still, a great communion service (yes, they use port here in their communion wine). 

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Sunday, June 27, 2004

Days 5 and 6 - Of Professors, Rain, Spaniels, and Snails?

To be honest, life in Manchester can be quiet boring.  I mean how often can you sit and wait for a bus for half and hour (yes, somehow I managed to offend the bus drivers again)?  So here are the ?highlights? of my past few days?

Professors ? I am here for reasons other than football matches.  Met with my professor, Dr. Noble.  Its weird, I could never imagine calling any of the professors here by their first names. It is so ?un-British.?  Had a great time with Dr. Noble, by which he thinks I am right on target, is fascinated by my topic, and wont let me get rid of Anselm from my thesis (for those of you who know the medieval theologian Anselm, feel free to cry for me).  Had a great rabbit trail in the middle of our talk (one of many).  Dr. Noble?s brain works like mine ? scrambled and in constant motion.  So, for ten minutes we discussed this little theory of mine that the famous Rahner Axiom only makes sense in potentiality, not actuality because of the fact that in humanity?s fallen state our finiteness limits our ability to experience the perichoretic revelatory nature of the being indwelt by any one of the Trinitarian members of the other two, and that therefore for the Axiom to be true one must be in a state of theosis. 

Looking at that paragraph I am not even sure what I am saying now.  But it sounded brilliant yesterday.  It seems that Phd is the Syriac acronym for ?confused, unintelligible babbling.?  Needless to say, I am in my element here.  Where else can someone like me find someone to actually listen to my inspired verbal doodling. 

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Friday, June 25, 2004

Days 3 and 4 - Life as an Englishman

Well looks like I will be writing every other day for a while.  Without internet connection in my room, like slows down quite a bit.  I am truly an American.

Or am I?  Signs that you are becoming an Englishman-

1) You go to the grocery store and you actually think that Prawn and Salt potato crisps could be tasty.  (yes, I am still a vegetarian, but my taste buds are becoming English)

2) You find yourself explaining to the Chinese student at the bus stop how to wave down the bus (and it even stopped for me).

3) You see the last two days of downpours as ?good summer weather? (okay, this one doesn?t apply ? I tried to enjoy the rain, but now every part of my body is growing mold!)

4) You are buying clothes in a store (clothes are the only thing cheap here) and when you ask where to check out you actually say, ?Where?s the til love??  (Yes, I referred to a woman at the store as love ? but so was everyone else ? she was about 90)

5) You pick up the daily Manchester paper, read the stories, and they all make sense (scary!)

6) You correctly explain to someone that the flag that is white with a red cross in the English flag, not to be confused with the Union Jack, the flag of the ?Kingdom.?

7) You go into a pub an order a ?lager? and know what it is you have just done.

8) You learn how to walk, read the paper, and carry your umbrella! (This is not as easy as it sounds)

9) You actually begin to wonder if you should get your nose pierced, show your navel (its back from last summer), and grow your hair into the rope-like dreadlocks (this would make me appear just like the average Manchesterite under 40).

10) You find yourself caught up in ?Football Mania? ? the Euro Cup

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Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Days 1 and 2 - Problems Problems Everywhere

Well, greetings from Manchester everyone. It is Wednesday morning here, and sorry for not writing earlier. Jet lag is much worse in the summer than the winter.

I had great plans for a smooth trip to Manchester went I left the house Monday morning. Out the door at 9am for my 1:26 flight.  Things were going to go smoothly, I was sure of it.  They did until I made it to DIA.

I really do like United.  They took good care of me. But can someone please explain why the international check-in area had two people working it for a line that looked like the one at Space Mountain at Disneyland?  Two people?  When half the people I was in line with didn?t speak English as their primary language?  So? I waited, and waited, standing on the oh so ergonomically healthy hard tile floor at DIA.  After an hour, I was finally first in line.  The attendant waved me on, I was moving forward?when out of the middle of the lien jumped this lady who, because she had already missed her flight, figured that she didn?t need to wait anymore.  I was stopped dead in my tracks. Well, the check-in woman was having none of that. She, um, filled her in the workings of lines in America, and sent her off to? well, I am not sure.  Then she waved for the next person.  I was crestfallen? but wait, she see?s me, and waves me forward.  I am finally checking in.

Put my first bag on the scale and, rip, the bottom plastic slider thing rips off.  Hmm? An omen?  No, just a bit of bad luck. After about twenty feet of tape to bind up the bags wounds, the bag was sent through the conveyor, as was my second bag (total weight 82 lbs).  While was she was checking me in, I put my backpack on the scale, just, you know. A solid 41 pounds. Well, not a problem. Lots of lead time everywhere so I wont have to walk to fast with it on my back. 

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