Telos

The purpose of this blog was to help me capture certain thoughts before they run away. My thoughts tend to do this. Here one week, gone another. My memory is less than stellar. And less than Stella.

And so, in a conversation the other night, I heard someone say something cool and said, "That's cool. I'm going to put it on my blog."

But I've now forgotten it.

I've also forgotten who said it to me, though I think I've got an inkling of that.

What was it that was so cool but I've now forgotten? Was it you who was talking to me? What did you say?*


*Not actually being the person or having even said anything cool to me in the last 48 hours ought not to be an impediment to offering suggestions.

Shudder

I just read a blog where a guy was bemoaning the lack of excitement in watching women's sports. Now, there's an extent to which I share this sentiment, but that's about as far as I go in solidarity with this guy's position.

Essentially, the reason that I don't watch women's sport is because I can't handle watching women act like men. Watching ladies compete in any sort of physical competition where they must hurt, hit or use sheer brute force to overcome each other is not my cup of tea. That's why football (soccer), tennis (except when the Williams sisters are playing) and lawn bowls are less distasteful.

But this guy I was reading was exactly the opposite. There wasn't enough competition in women's sport for him. Until, he was transfixed by women's rugby:

For a brief moment last night that changed, when bald headed women ploughed into the ribs of other women and fought with their last drop of sweat to prevent an egg-shaped ball from crossing a line. In one moment an England player punched an Aussie to the floor in self-defence.

Yeah. Great stuff. Really.

A couple of 'old' friends

Arthur is someone I've never met. In person. But we've shared some very interesting and perhaps at times speculative theological discussions. With his recent comment on this blog, I'm now back in contact, and looking forward to reading his (and Tamie's!) blog. :)

And then, of course, there's Anna. The amazingly talented crazy-girl who's forever pushing her boundaries, in most senses. I'm hoping that I get to read some more of her posts on her blog in the near future.

Welcome, 'ole buddies!

Big or small?

I posted this the other day, describing Simone's as a 'lovely and personal little blog'. Why did I stick the 'little' in there? What makes me think of her blog in that way? More generally, what makes a blog, big? I can imagine describing some blogs as 'monsters', even though the first page is only as long as any other.

Is it the weighty theological issues that are/aren't posted? Is it the average post-length? The busy-ness of the web page? What blogs do you read that you would describe adjectivally because of its vibe?

How would you describe this blog? Ambivalent? Turbulent? Flatulent? Opulent? Fraudulent? Covalent? (the nerds will love that one) Virulent?

The possibilities are endless!