Things I thought today while I was putting bottles in boxes.

1. I think my blogging is a bit unhealthy. I say too many things that I wouldn't say in normal conversation. An evangelical guy at work was "sharing his faith" with another dude, and all I could think about was how I didn't want to be dragged in to that conversation. I put on my headphones and listened to adult contemporary music instead. Had that exchange been happening online, as evidenced by my recent posts, I probably would have spouted off some smug, yet deeply incisive, observation about the nature of faith and evangelism. In real life, I just don't want to sort through those sorts of issues with people if I don't have to.

2. I hear the Murder City Devils are reuniting for another show, this time in Austin, Texas.

3. Maybe my religiousness is kind of crazy? I got a bit of crap from some people at the party we went to over the weekend, you know, me being an aspiring priest and they being typical Seattle secular humanists, lips loosened by too much Heineken. "Your career path is kind of shady", "how can you teach kids about God when there isn't one?" that sort of thing. Any self-respecting religious person has to wonder at times whether such folks have a point. Everybody has crazy beliefs, but the unexamined crazy belief is not worth having. Intriguing article in Time Magazine--doubters are in good company.

4. The PNW isn't so bad, but it would be tough to have kids in this country without family around. Little to no paid maternity leave, daycare that costs as much as my income, friends with no time, Supernanny lurking around the corner to critique your every mistake.

5. Paul Theroux is a good travel writer. He made a good point that experiencing luxury or paradise is a sort of torture when it's not sustainable, because you can't be happy with less afterwards. I was completely happy with the midwestern US before I moved to NZ. Now, well, you know.

6. I should stop reading travel writing, because it just makes me want to move wherever I'm reading about. I picked up a new travel book on the way home from work.

7. What does it mean to be an Episcopalian? It's like being Catholic, without the guilt, or the pope, or the celibacy, or the social stigma.