September 11th, 2005

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It is another amazingly gorgeous day out there. We've got the blinds up and the winds open. I love fall in North Carolina.

I've gotten myself into a bit of hole with homework, putting off reading that didn't have to get done right then but needs to get done before mid-terms. It's nothing I can't work my way out of, but... The first thing on the agenda, that I'm working on right now, is the pages long study guide for my social structures class, the one with the only semi-coherent 800 year old instructor. I hope he plans on giving us some indication of the format of the test beforehand.

I finally called hap's friend that has kitties that need a home, so we're going to go take a look Wednesday night. :)
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I am having the rediculous desire to re-read The Stand. Rediculous, because the to-be-read queue, even without the schoolwork, is of rediculous proportions already, including last month's book club book that I still haven't finished (*facepalm*). There is no space in it for a 1200 page book.
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I decided to write my first cults and sects paper on the religious aspects of believing in UFOs. It's pretty interesting stuff. I want, very badly, to work mention of Fox Mulder somewhere into this paper, but I'm not sure that I'm going to be able to do so in plausible fashion. :)

Studying religion from an academic point of view is an odd beast. First, there's making sure that people understand that it's from an academic point of view - historical, socilogical, literary, anthropological - not theological. Then, there's the folks who don't think that's posssible, who believe that there's no way to study religion in an academic and nuetral fashion. My only real retort to that is that people do it, all the time (including the girl who my classes who plans on going to Southern Baptist seminary, but is one of the most balanced and unbiased people in my classes.) Then they ask you what your religion is (people are constantly peering at my desk at the gym, asking what I'm studying as I scan their cards. I'm tempted to start lying) and what the best one is, as if they just missed the whole point of that academically neutral lecture. It's interesting.

I should go back to typing about the little green men.