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Name: lynette
Country: United States
State: Oregon
Metro: Portland
Birthday: 7/10/1983
Gender: Female
Interests: The Church, Relevant Magazine, Music by Sufjan Steves, Bjork, Iron and Wine, Magazines and writing, Origami, Talking with people, Finding my way around Portland, Unnecessary capitalization
Expertise: "One thing I know, I know nothing." Thanks Socrates, that made things a lot less complicated.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Research
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Member Since:
1/25/2005
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| This notice is coming about six months late, I suppose. I guess I wasn't clear that I moved my blog to a new neighborhood. Can you blame me? The school system is better and I have a bigger yard and better neighbors. So, now you can find my thoughts lingering at www.lighton33rd.blogspot.com. I hope you've found it already, but I wanted to make it clear. Thanks.
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Here's what i'm thinking in this photo: what is my hand doing?
Here's why i took the photo (or had jon take it): I was up to my ears learning about the guy on the cover, Maximus the Confessor and was feeling quite inspired by his icon.
Here's what i'm thinking for this blog: Could it be time for a move? I want more comments because I want more dialogue. So here's the deal. I set up a new blog at here. Go there and check it out. If you'd like me to make the switch just post a comment. I'll see what happens from there.
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Hey everyone. Here I am back from the realm of Neoplatonism and the theology of Maximus. There are pictures to follow soon, just not yet. The thinking and reasoning capacity in my brain has temporarily been shut down leaving me to make english pancakes with marionberry jam and a smidgen of sour cream and watch Rushmore as a supplement to a nap. I'm a week away from finishing one of the toughest semesters ever, and although I'm one paper down, I don't feel that sigh of relief coming. I must say, it hasn't just been the classes dragging me through these past few months. I've had the cold that wouldn't leave and after a year I'm still adjusting to Portland, Imago, marriage, the city, seminary, and in some ways not being in Iowa or London. It reminds me of the semester Andrea and I took web design, when the first class started with the professor saying we shouldn't be in the class and each class that followed left me feeling like an idiot who would never get it. I loved that class in the end. I got web design by the end in a way that I feel I'm getting theology and developing a love for it. The problem at the end of class today was the feeling that I had so much more to say and present with no real medium for presentation. So, I went to Target and ate the popcorn Jon made me last night to get through writing the paper that is done and gone. The house is a mess and I'm thinking, "one more week until I'm done."
Like I said, there's more to come. I'd really like to tell you a bit about Maximus and how he ruins the possibility of God's love being real. To be continued . . .
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On Monday I made the long drive, in city terms, out to Mt.Angel, Ore for the sake of research. I was headed ultimately for the Mt. Angel Abbey Library and penultimately for their vast section on Maximus the Confessor. I'm working on a paper showing how Maximus took from the works of Pseudo-Dionysius who was heavily influenced by Neoplatonism and as a result brought neoplatonic views of spirituality into orthodox christianity that are present now in the very seminary I attend. Jealous? I bet you are. The fun parts about driving out to Mt.Angel include: expanding my Oregonian horizons a bit south and then east, seeing the small german town of Mt.Angel, ascending the hill that leads to the school and seeing the land that stretched out below it, being the only woman under the age of 45 in plain sight, feeling a little out of place but still wishing I had some monks robes to guard from the cold, loving the silence of their library that can't seem to be found in ours. Oh yeah, in the photo above, I'm on the left. I was quickly absorbed into the community, although I'm not sure it was my marital status, gender or penchant for wearing a black hooded shirt that got me in.
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| I'm on my way to writing a terrible first draft. That is actually my goal tonight, to write a bad first draft on the role of the church as seen in Ephesians 3:10. Jon primarily decided this for me, because first drafts are supposed to be bad and in my case it should be terrible. I'm at the library right now trying to pull together some research. My hope is that I'll get the first draft back from my professor and on the bottom it will say, "What? This paper doesn't make any sense at all." I'll let out a self-assured sigh and say, "Exactly."
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