8:18 AM — Every Sperm is Sacred
Islamic clerics in Iran are more liberal than American Evangelist priests (
CNN article). They say the soul only enters the unborn child at four months of gestation.
The attitude of all of the above makes me wonder. Should we have funerals for spontaneous abortions and miscarriages? Can Christians "legally" give last rites to an individual whom was never baptised? Does this mean that foeti that are miscarried go straight to Hell, since they haven't had their Original Sin expunged? Is a miscarriage a suicide? Or maybe the mother is murdering the baby? If Mormons can baptise unbaptised people, can they also give them funerals? "In the name of the Holy Father, I baptise you, blastocyst number 3418211."
And this isn't even getting into the issue of whether sperm and eggs are alive. (Go, Monty Python!)
8:15 AM — Hidden costs
I wish the chorus had just told me up front what all the hidden costs would be.
- $80 membership dues
- $30 black faux velvet dress and faux pearls. Men have it worse, as they need a tux.
- $3? black music folder, though I now understand any black folder would've been ok.
- Once a year each person has to bring snacks for rehearsal.
- Every concert we're "highly encouraged" to sell at least two tickets.
- This April concert (this Sunday, 4pm) we're forced to sell two tickets--like I think they'll charge us for them if we don't.
- PLUS they want us to bring food for the reception afterwards.
- Oh, and for the concerts at Mechanic's Hall we have to find parking, which can cost $10 easily. And no one believes in carpooling.
Even if it weren't for the continual pressure to rehearse music at home, and the many extra rehearsals they keep sliding in, the cost would be getting a little much for me. There's a good chance I'm going to quit after this concert.
10:24 PM — HUH?!
Yesterday a student walks into my office in the late afternoon, and asks "Is A--- here?", using my office-mate's last name only. "He's already left for the day, but you can leave a note on his chair," I reply since it'd get lost anywhere else. "Are you his
secretary?"
HUH?!
When I finally got home, I put the top back up on my convertible (yay not snow!) and arrange my skirt to get out of the car. I grab my bag from the trunk and swing my nice dress coat around me to carry it easier. As I step up to my front door, a kid in a gang across the street calls out to me, "hey, my friend wants to know if you're a
guy or a girl!"
HUH?!
For my chorus concert on Sunday, we've all been asked to bring snacks for a reception afterwards. I signed up with popcorn since I've a popcorn popper and can easily make it without going out to the store, and I love popcorn. Tonight's rehearsal the Food Lady pulled me aside and said, "You signed up for popcorn..." "Yes, I did," no one before me signed up for salty food. "This isn't really that sort of party. Why don't you bring something else, like
tortilla chips."
HUH?!
Oh yeah, that new course I'm designing for Spring 2006? Last Tuesday I find out that it's running
this fall, and the paperwork needs to be done in
two weeks. We did it, ahead of time even, but...
HUH?!