As long as those of us who feel the joy of pushing our own bodies through this world express that joy, as Krista does in quotes such as the following, we'll be doing our part in inviting others to join us:

These are the things make me some days unable to stop smiling inside: When I pass a string of 30 young children all on bikes, orderly in a precarious but persistent way, all dutifully wearing helmets (and bookended at both ends and in the middle with a handful of brave adults), giving me shy hellos and smiles of recognition as a fellow bicyclist. When someone standing in front of their house, watering the lawn, or getting into their car, looks up and says "Good morning!"--and really means it.

Thanks, Lynn, for your very kind words about me:

I've been thinking about Raymond's drawer of dull knives. This proverb makes me sad, because it denigrates some of Raymond's true talents-- the ability to realize that there are connections between apparently unrelated things, and to pull together people who didn't know their work had anything to do with each other's. The ability to build tools to make these connections work.

Your response sparked all sorts of thoughts and feelings in me about interdisciplinarity, C. P. Snow, crossing community boundaries, wanting to be all things to all people, sadness about not fitting in the usual boxes, the desire to know that I'm doing ok....A more well-thought out response on my part to come.

Intermezzo

If I had the energy of a supernova, there would be no need to sleep. I would work all day and all night -- through the seasons of the year. The sun would rise, the snow would fall, the moon wax and wane -- but I would unceasingly, unfailingly produce.

Wouldn't it be wonderful? I could stop eating, no longer waylaid by urgent demands of body or heart. Six days and rest -- no, not for me -- that's for wimps.

And in the end, I would arrive at everything I ever wanted. My masterpiece, my magnum opus. No one else would appreciate it (or me) -- then again, who would give a damn? Would I?

I dream of a Bach Digital Library (part 2)

Yesterday, I
wrote about the different representations I want to have available in the BDL.
Perhaps a clearer statement of the BDL's scope is that everything of relevance
to Bach should be either be directly contained by the BDL or would referable
from the BDL. There is no way a BDL can subsume all the wonderful resources
that others are developing about Bach. However, it would be great if the BDL
could know about these other resouces and "interoperate" with them
so that it would be easy for someone to make the best use of all these materials
together.

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I dream of a Bach Digital Library (part 1)

Sometimes I don't know where my personal projects end and where my professional
interests begin. (Is that a good or bad thing?) Take the case of one of the
dream projects that I have recently been raving about to both friends and colleagues.
I want to build the Bach Digital Library (BDL). When I proceed to describe what
I mean by the BDL, I usually add the qualification that I don't have be the
one to mastermind the BDL -- I wouldn't mind if it came into being because of
the efforts of others. Yet's it clear that I'd be disappointed if I didn't get
to have some input into a BDL since the fun for me is not only in the Bach-part
but the digital library part.

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Studying how Asian Americans interpret the Bible differently

I'm curious about GTU professor Kah-Jin (Jeffrey) Kuan, a specialist in Old Testament studies, because of his interest in "Asian American Biblical Hermeneutics". By the time I learned that he was teaching a summer course this year on the subject, it was already too late to attend. Hmmm....do I interpret the Bible differently from my non-Asian friends because of my ethnic background (yes, I know, as a Canadian, I'm not Asian-American).

Time out on “vulnerable” self-revelation?

Over the last week or so, as I've started to writing in much greater detail
about my life, I've felt both exhilarated and worried. I've kept a private personal
journal (off and on) since my early teens in which I have poured out my heart
and processed my doubts and deep heart questions. I continue to value that private
space -- and no one should think that my blog is exactly the same as my journal!
But the problem with my journal writing is that it was sometimes terribly lazy.
I'd write about the same thing over and over again; I make commitments that
I soon forget and to which no one could hold me accountable -- since no one
knew of my self-promises.

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