Papers

Sorry, not much time nor much to post about this week. I'm swamped with a 3,000 word paper due Tuesday. I thought I had another week for it - so I'm a little bit behind, but it'll be fine. I'm looking at the the place (if any) postmodernism (looking at Hayden White as a key representative) plays in the perspectives and ideas of Holocaust deniers (here, using David Irving as a key representative). It's been interesting and I think, in the long run, it'll be good to have delved into both of these ideas for teaching purposes.

Other than that, it's been just over a week that I've been in Lakeside Manor. John Lenschow moved in yesterday so it's great to have another person in the house - it's not quite so creepy. :-)

Joined the JBU and Murlough House crew on Thursday for Thanksgiving dinner - skipped class, bummed about that because it was a really interesting day - and had a great time with them. They were watching Home Alone when John & I got there. Then, this afternoon, headed to another MA History student's house - her and her husband David's house - for another Thanksgiving dinner. Should be fun and a good break from this essay.

Other than that, not much else. Staying busy - but at the same time, slowing down since I'm living farther away from everything now.

Hope you had a GREAT Thanksgiving (if you celebrated) and blessing for the weekend!

P.S. Just finished a really good essay this morning on being a Christian professor in the humanities and it highlighted Tennyson's poem In Memoriam, so I thougth I'd share some of that with you:

STRONG Son of God, immortal Love,

Whom we, that have not seen thy face,

By faith, and faith alone, embrace,

Believing where we cannot prove;

Thine are these orbs of light and shade;

Thou madest Life in man and brute;

Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot

Is on the skull which thou hast made.

Thou wilt not leave us in the dust:

Thou madest man, he knows not why,

He thinks he was not made to die;

And thou hast made him: thou art just.

Thou seemest human and divine,

The highest, holiest manhood, thou:

Our wills are ours, we know not how;

Our wills are ours, to make them thine.

(read the rest here.)