At least I made it halfway through my senior year of college before caving, right? Yes, I went with a new service provider this week, one that will cost barely four dollars more a month and give me twice the minutes I used to have available, plus lots of texting (not unlimited though). I figured that was cheap enough to warrant the switch, plus I wouldn’t have to sacrifice the great cell coverage around here. I’ve always been “the one” among my friends who doesn’t even have texting (not just limited, but none, nada, zip). Even my Quaker friend without the Facebook page has texting. So, it’s kind of a big deal for me to be doing this, at least for my roommate. (She has said for months she always wants to text me random things she thinks of, or observations, or whatnot.) So far I appreciate the additional method of communication; it comes in handy in certain situations. I do, however, worry about being consumed by the texting culture. Number one, I’ve seen so many friends randomly tex

After watching “Bride and Prejudice” with my friends, one gal (who had seen B&P) said she actually possessed a Bollywood adaptation of Jane Austen’s “Sense and Sensibility.” Naturally, I was all agog to see it. And fortunately I did, pronto. “I Have Found It” is very different from “Bride and Prejudice,” not least because you have to use the subtitles because it’s legit Indian. It still has fantastic costumes and lots of musical numbers, and the star of the show is the same gal (speaking really really fast Indian this time though, or whatever the language was…. Punjabi or Tamil I’d guess). Odd thing was, they were really really random musical sequences stuck in there. One was in Scotland of all places… Scotland has nothing to do with the storyline; it was just pretty, apparently. (Same thing with the sequence in Egypt.) But it was a decent adaptation, really. And I thought the equivalent of Colonel Brandon was fantastic in his role. And to think, I was not even aware of the ex

I have this one Facebook friend whom I’ve met exactly two times. (Not very substantial meetings either; he was at a couple contra dances I went to with his sister.) He is always publishing melancholy “I’m not dating anybody!” statii, his friends always console him in the comments, and once in a while those things show up in my news feed. Random, I know. But this is getting somewhere. One such consolatory remark was written by a woman who said she had followed Rebecca St. James’ advice to “wait for him” ( or some such thing ) and had actually found a decent him. It made me wonder, has Miss St. James ever found anybody? Much good her waiting (which I took to mean passivity) did if she hasn’t yet… she’s got to be in her late thirties, I thought. So I googled—“is Rebecca St. James actually married”? And I pulled up her Wikipedia page, looked under “personal life,” and found out that she had just gotten engaged over Christmas, a rumor on several blogs that she confirmed on her various soc

Guess what?? It’s 2011, full of Binary Days, graduations (mine and my cousin’s, maybe my brother’s too), and the unknown. For those who care, this is the last year until 2100 that we will have any full Binary Days where the year is included in the celebration. Therefore, the last Binary Day for 89 years will also be the greatest, 11/11/11. (Several friends think, with me, that people will try to get married on that day, like they did for 10/10/10.) And to celebrate the New Year, I am posting the 550th post right now. *blows a noisemaker* I’ve also received 813 comments on this blog—which number I arrived at courtesy of Blogger’s new comment managing tool, which has alllll the comments listed (like KB used to!) and a total number of them. Since I wrote the 800th comment in reply to someone else, I will instead extend congratulations to Carol (who wrote the 799th comment) and da Baum (who is responsible for the 802nd comment, as well as about a third of the other comments on this blog)

Eleven days after I return to ministry, I turn 65. One could look at this two ways: 1) it’s the age most people retire, or 2) it’s the age Winston Churchill became Prime Minister and led England and the Western World to victory over Hitler’s aggression. I find Churchill much more inspiring than retirement. --John Piper, 1/1/11