do as the southerners do.
no, that doesn't mean eating grits and bacon, no not marrying your cousing either, but getting religion. Well, sort of. Feeling like i've been completely mired in the quagmire of phdom, i found an escape-the first existentialist church of atlanta. I kid you not. Yes, it is the first (and only) existentialist church in the world. And it's two blocks from our apartment. So this last sunday i donned my bicycle helmet and went in search of some good ol being and nothingness.
what did i find?
the First existentialist church is somehow tangentially related to the unitarian church. Big Surprise! The service was very much the same, although with even less framework, hard to believe i know. There were about twenty people in attendance. At every seat there was some sort of musical instrument, if tambourines and rattles count as musical instruments. The 'minister' was barefoot and the choir book was old hippie songs and bluegrass melodies.....
a very special sunday indeed.
Where are we now?
View Where are we now? in a larger map Jo, Annie, Miles and I are living in Northport, Alabama and working at the University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa. We've been glad to be in one place for a bit after what appeared to be semi-permanently traveling (in actuality for a period of 2.5 years).We started this blog to catalogue some of the adventures when Jo and I were sequentially conducting our dissertation research in India and Brazil. While we've fallen off the blogging bandwagon somewhat during recent trips to Brazil, we're trying to pick it up again now that we're back in India!
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Same song, many more fun verses. Well, Jo and I are almost all moved in, but luckily we are not for want of something to do as we have several infestations we are dealing with. The first are cockroaches (or woodroaches or 'palmetto bugs'). We discovered a few on our first night. However, it was when i started uncontrollably itching that i became aware something else was up. Now Jo hasn't gotten any special bites, but I have enough for both of us. So it's time for everybody's favorite game- that's right, name that skin disorder. Two points to whoever can identify whatever critter is leaving its mark on my ankles.