No-maaah

That's Boston-ese for "Nomar Garciaparra," who was traded today to my Chicago Cubs. "We're going to glory!"

Actually, to be completely honest, what the Cubs really needed was either a couple of relief pitchers with playoff expeirence or a left-handed batting lead-off hitter.

What they got, though a great player, is an awful lot more of what they already have (often injured right-handed hitters who are so focused on the easy left-field homerun at Wrigley that they either hit it out or (far more frequently) go down on strikes.

Still, you've got to like your chances better with No-maaah at short than with Alex Gonzales.

Off to glory we go!

So Strange

My life is so ridiculously strange.  I feel like I go into a phone booth and change costumes several times each week.  

One moment I'm teaching the book of Hebrews at Fish House, the next moment I'm answering Professor Wonsowicz's socratic questions on the Resource Conservation and Recovery Act, the next moment I'm being spit up on by a newborn, the next moment I'm at Kinko's getting an update prepared for our out-of-town financial supporters.

That reminds me:  While I was waiting on Kinko's I had fifteen minutes to kill, so I walked over to Borders.  I walked around and tried to figure out what kind of books I'm interested in.  I used to go to the religion section automatically, but I don't have time to read that stuff right now, and I feel like I've read most of what those books have to say anyway.  I used to read "Runners World" magazine at the bookstore to find nearby roadraces to enter, but I don't have the time or the energy for races right now.  Once upon a time I looked through law books at the bookstore, but the thought of that nauseated me.  So I wandered around Borders like a lost freak not knowing what section I belonged in.  I thought to myself how much the bookstore now serves as a microcosm for the strangeness of my life. 

I finally decided to spend a few minutes in the "Humor" section (figuring the joke's on me anyway) when I realized it was time to go pick up my order at Kinkos.  And so it goes.

Why Am I Doing This To Myself?

No, this isn't an entry about law school, though it could be.

Instead, I'm copying an entry from Jeremiah Smith.  I don't know why I'm doing this because I really don't care about it that much.  I know that those of you who lean toward the Republic side of things might wonder if I'm a Kerry supporter (I'm not) and question my salvation.  I know that those of you who lean toward the Democratic side of things might wonder if I'm a person who only focuses on the abortion issue come election time and therefore if I am a card-carrying Republican (I'm not).  I'm neither and I don't care much about it.  But I thought this was interesting because so often people want to label and therefore don't care to take the time and effort to think.  Life is usually not A or B, but much more complex:

"INDEPENDENCE, Iowa -- Amid a three-day bus tour in which he highlighted his values and cast himself as an acceptable alternative for conservative voters, John F. Kerry was quoted yesterday as saying he believes life begins at conception, but continues to favor abortion rights...."Vatican II is very clear. There is something called freedom of conscience in the Catholic Church," Kerry told the Telegraph Herald of Dubuque in a story in its Sunday editions. ''I oppose abortion, personally. I don't like abortion. I believe life does begin at conception. But I can't take my Catholic belief, my article of faith, and legislate it on a Protestant or a Jew or an atheist . . . who doesn't share it. We have separation of church and state in the United States of America."from the boston globe "