This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Just Jen
Thursday, February 07, 2002
Oh refuge of my hardened heart
Oh fast pursuing lover come
As angels dance 'round Your throne
My life by captured fare You own
Not silhouette of trodden faith
Nor death shall not my steps be guide
I'll pirouette upon mine grave
For in Your path I'll run and hide
from Hymn by Jars of Clay - I only heard this song for the first time on our roadtrip to CO and all I wanted to do was listen to it over and over again. It's amazingly beautiful and terribly evocative. Kristin got a little tired of it after the fifth or sixth spin of the CD player so other music made it's appearance, but I have yet to tire of it.
12:13 PM
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I was shaking with anticipation. Curled up under my fluffy down comforter, the cat purring contentedly by my chin, Crumb makes a lovely muff, I thought to myself that today, TODAY, today could be a snow day. I had only to turn over, push aside my blinds and be awakened to a foot of powdery white snow. Snow. I crave snow. I crave the absolution it offers. The chance to blanket the world anew. To recreate yourself in a new image. I often wonder if God created snow to remind us of the flood. Is snow the legacy of Noah? Is a free day off work the olive branch the dove offered? It must be so, it needs be so. Energized by my insight, inspired by the divine, I deftly leaped out of bed and threw back the blinds to discover a world of grey. The promised snow merely an illusory image in my mind. The trudgery of the day begins to weigh on me. Suddenly life feels less clean, my absolution has not come, I remain Jen and the world remains grey. I long for snow. I feel like a four year old who wants a clown party and gets a cowgirl one. The promise of the day I held dear has gone unfulfilled and a different day presented. What will this one offer? What will I claim? These thoughts are too heady for the metro so early in the morning. I listen to the lives around me instead
9:55 AM
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Wednesday, February 06, 2002
My Mission Statement (or the email announcing my presence to the world - well at least a few friends)
There is a happy world where things started are always completed and things
ventured always successful. I am rarely a resident there. However, here is
my new contribution to society. May it stand proud, tall, and as an
unfettering if not fleeting commitment to journaling my mind.
Well here I am in the bright shiny new (to me) world of blogging - too tired to really write, expouse, philosophize or even contemplate my world. I'm sure you won't hold it against me, at least for too long. I will say this, co-workers who make you lunch when you finally stumble out of a 3.5 hour meeting, where your sole contribution was drawing a picture of your manager as an olympic medalist with the American flag proudly flapping behind her, really do rock. Even if you are not quite sure what the food was or whether you would have eaten it on any more sane day of the week. I'm not against long meetings as a rule, but ones in which at least 2.5 hours of it could have been accomplished off-line instead of on a conference call do hold a special place in my heart. I'm sorry to whine, I'll shush now. Auf wiederwroten my dear friends, I'll check in in the morning.
5:58 PM
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