Posted by Rachel on October 16th, 2002
Old conversations with Rick
These all took place before we were interested in each other, by the way.
Conversation 1:
Rick: “I’m never getting married, Rachel.”
Rachel: “Don’t say that! You never know… someday, I might fall in love with you.”
Rick: “You’re SO not in love with me.”
Rachel: “Yeah, I know.. I was just trying to make you feel better.”
Conversation 2:
Rick: “I need a wife.”
Rachel: “I need a husband.”
Rick: “You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”
Conversation 3:
Rachel: “Remember when you told me that I was your type?”
Rick: “I never said that.”
Rachel: “Yeah….. you did. You said, ‘you’re smart, godly, funny, pretty.. that’s my type.’”
Rick: “Weird. Well, I don’t think that anymore.”
Conversation 4:
Rachel: “If you ever get desperate, you could just marry me.”
Rick: “I would SO marry your sister before you.”
Posted by Rick on October 16th, 2002
Ugh
I can’t find a really sober article I once linked on singleness. Anyone know where it is? I stole it from Jennifer Horne several months ago.
Posted by Rick on October 16th, 2002
Rise Again Ye Lionhearted
Someone asked me for the words. I posted them on Dec. 19, 2001.
Posted by Rick on October 16th, 2002
Cats
Amen, brother. Amen.
Posted by Rick on October 16th, 2002
Communists
I made my students write on a few quotes from ex-communists. I didn’t even think about the fact that one of my students is from Russia. She was giving me some funny looks.
Posted by Rick on October 16th, 2002
Bloggenspielen Dave
Dave made a comment on Jonathan’s blog about links being cheap. Let me just say that if I’ve linked you…I read you at least weekly. I read all but maybe 8 of you on every weekday.
Posted by Rick on October 16th, 2002
El Nino
It’s getting SO cold down here. I don’t know what the temperature is, but I was about to die last night.
Posted by Rick on October 16th, 2002
Books
At prayer breakfast this morning, the interim priest at St. Jude’s said that he was recycling seven boxes of books. Recycling them? Seven boxes of books!? I asked him if I could look through them. Boy am I glad I did. I found some Bultmann, Barth, Justo Gonzalez, John A.T. Robinson, and even a copy of Rushdoony’s Intellectual Schizophrenia. I ended up with about two boxes, one and a half of them being real scholarly steals.
