happy new year
Well, here it is, a new year. Wacky! I enjoyed myself at the annual house party I attended, though not as much as previous years ’cause we got a massive snowfall the day before that kept some people away from the party. Parties are really all about the people. Even if your party has fresh vegan wontons, accordions, vintage vinyl and ancient Egypt scenes made of gingerbread, as this one did.

I had to go back to work on the second, which is far too early if you ask me. You need more than one day to recover from NYE, even if you’re not nursing a hangover but rather just the effects of a late night and too much sugar.
In other news, Brother Mark is getting ready for his final semester of college. He’s TA-ing a course on the Emerging Church, too, and will be delivering several lectures. To that end, he has requested loans from my personal library, namely Steve’s favourite, Cages of Pain and any books on feminist theology I might have. Toward that end, I gave him just one, the superlative Under the Tree of Life: The Religion of a Feminist Christian by Gail Ramshaw, about which I have waxed rhapsodic many a time on this blog (run a search).
I hope you all have had a good start to your new year!