Of Late . . .

As of late, my thoughts regarding any topics that might be of interest in blog form have been tragically limited.  So far this summer I've had precious little time for theological reflection.  Woe is me.

I started college algebra last week, and came down with a horrible sore throat the next day.  Coincidence?  I think this once I'll stake my hat on anecdotal evidence and say that it's been proven that math results in sickness.  Therefore its nuisance as a requirement is unethical, and I am demanding exemption.   . . . Alas, I don't know who to send such a complaint to, so I'm writing it here.  If you know who the person responsible for such outrageous expectations is, send me their address and I will write with fervor and fury!   

My apologies:  that rant was due to having had my first test tonight.  It really had nothing to do with the aforementioned illness.  I probably did fine.  I just find it lame that I'm getting off work and driving back to school to take exams.  Ridiculous.  

In between an endless inundation of articles about neurological disorders which I am reading for work, I've managed to read a couple short books.  One was on the figure of Sophia in the Bible which very well may have solved most of my problems with the pre-existence of Jesus, and the Gospel of John in general.  I might write more on that later.  

I've also been working on Mill's essay on Utilitarianism, which I'm finding fairly interesting.  I was telling a friend the other day, science has a way of making pragmatism and utilitarianism quite palatable.  

The highlight of my evenings lately is getting to read Marquez's Love in the Time of Cholera.  I love it.  Marquez has sealed the deal as my favorite, and therefore the best, fiction author of all time.  His style is the best descriptive prose I have ever read by far.  I cannot recommend him highly enough.

It is now officially 9:12 PM and I'm going to bed.  Good lord, who ever thought a summer could be this lame!  Seriously!  9:12???