A Sunday thought (or two)

[eleneariel]

I am feeling exceptionally strange, giddy, chipper, and odd. What a lot of things to wrap up into one bundle of me!

A very pertinent point from this morning's sermon: 

"Our righteousness is as filthy rags." That doesn't mean our bad deeds are as filthy rags. All the good things we do look like trash to our perfect Father. But He loves us, accepts our efforts, and helps us try harder, even though compared to His wonderful perfection, they'll always look like old cleaning rags. 

Wow. There goes any traces of smugness I might have been tempted to feel.

In the ladies room before church started, I thought of the title of my first non-fiction book. If You Don't Talk To Yourself, You're Crazy: a history of an imagination.  Yes, I'm serious. No, I don't know if I'll ever get around to writing it. 

Hey, inspiration doesn't always strike in story-book worthy places. 

How does anybody ever learn to type on a QWERTY keyboard? And yet, how proficient we are, and how terrible we would be on an ABCDE one. 

Baby finger- and toenails amaze me with their teenyness.
 

Comments

[jmcphers.livejournal.com]

Qwerty doesn't make much sense, but it's ergonomically better than a strictly alphabetical keyboard would be. The designer of Qwerty separated common digraphs on the keyboard to keep the hammers from jamming en route to the paper, and this had the unintended side effect of making typing more efficient.

I've actually abandoned Qwerty in favor of Dvorak. (-: Hours of nerdy fun!

[laraemily.livejournal.com]

Ah! I so want you to write that book now.