I was out running this morning when I received yet another cruel reminder of how having big feet can literally and figuratively be a giant, giant pain. I had just made a left turn onto a sidewalk when my left foot got caught on a small rock and I began to trip. I had almost managed to keep myself upright with my right foot, but then my left foot came back down into my right foot, sending me sprawling face-first across the sidewalk and into some person's yard. I sat up to regain my equilibrium and saw that I had cut myself in three different places on my right hand, and that my right knee was also bleeding from road rash. I started trudging back to the seminary, where I could at least clean myself up in a bathroom, before I realized that my glasses, which I was keeping in the pocket of my sweatshirt, were missing (I was wearing my prescription sunglasses at the time, and trying to see anything while wearing them indoors is a fool's errand). So, I trudged back to my crash site to comb through the ground for my glasses, which I assume had fallen out of my sweatshirt pocket. Miraculously, they were almost completely unharmed in spite of presumably being crushed by big old me, and I could go back about bandaging up my fingers, knees, and pride. My right knee is still pretty painful, but nothing popped or snapped (or crackled, I guess, but comparing my knee to Rice Krispies probably isn't a good omen), and after popping some ibuprofen, I'm starting to feel better.
It goes without saying that I'm not the most physically graceful person around (as if one can be that graceful at my size). But I can't remember the last time I wiped out quite so epically (my misadventures as a four-year-old notwithstanding).
Otherwise, it is nice to be back. Cal classes started up a while ago, and I've been working on a few side projects to keep busy until GTU classes start up for the semester on Monday. Such side projects include:
-Excessive amounts of writing, which is partly to blame for the lack of attention my blog has been getting--I've been pretty involved in the Shared Sacrifice journal lately and have been sending much of my writing that way.
-Putting together a pitch for an informal on-campus Bible study series. If I can't kick it off this semester, I'd like to do so for the start of the fall semester.
-A weeks-long quest to find the best-tasting red wine in Berkeley that costs less than $20 a bottle. There are several worthy contenders so far.
-Volunteering at the seminary's new student orientation for entering spring semester students.
-Taking advantage of the resources the Earl Lectures brought here this year, including a showing of the documentary "The Ordinary Radicals," and a free beer + pizza + theology talk at La Val's.
-And trying to figure out that if the moon were indeed made of cheese, what cheese would it be made out of? Open to suggestions, folks.
Clumsily,
Eric
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I think that if the moon were made of cheese, the question of what type would be far outshadowed by the question of which wine goes best with it?
Truth.
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