John D. Caputo

Deconstruction delievers

the shock of the other to the forces of the same,

the shock of the good (the ”ought”)

to the forces of being (”what is”).

Oh dear. I can't wait to read the rest of the book.

In case you missed this...

...and in case you care. Check it out now (the funks so brotha):

15.10

19.10

28.10


Thank you very much.

Finally!

I finally managed to order the Book I've been drooling after since summer.  Today the book arrived, all wrapped up in beauty. Joy!


But I didn't really understand the bill included. Does anyone know what a FO-nummer is? The same as referensnummer?

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I noticed that my blog has been all  about pictures lately, since I'm not that fluent in English. I miss my Swedish! I miss writing funny anecdotes with funny words and bizzare conclusions.
Well, November 17 th, I crave for you like a fat kid craves for cake. Or a skinny kid. All kids crave for cake, don't they?

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PS.
Today I started the best course ever!
Postmodern Theology
In English!
At TF.
Crazy.
I'm on fire.

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PS 2.
(As in post scriptum, not PlayStation2!)
I had impulsive fish finger-lunch today with four glorious freshmen. Made my day two times better than usual.
Thank you.

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finally,
some joy to this blog

We are spiritual beings, having a human experience

Said lady C, before she decided that she needed something to eat.

tired

This autumn is all about being tired.

Sunday

Church


And churchcoffee

I need

someone who
on a daily basis
forces me to:

take walks
bike longer routes
do some yoga every morning


Or else:

my future

Ahmet Koc

Hello. I should be studying. But. Youtube came in the way.
This creation is pure brilliance.
I love their sincere faces.

Paadi

Before the crowd swooshed in.

Les Poppys

I want to be a little boy in the seventies singing in a french choir wearing yellow polo-necks.

A new beginning

Again, I'm so thankful to be living with S-T.
Else, I would have missed
Little House on the Prairie

Blondie

There might have been some misunderstandings between me and my hairdresser. I said "honey". She heard "pee".
But from now on, I kinda lika pee. (As a colour!)

Happy birthday to me

My day started with lovely S-T singing, to me!
Then my mother called, from the train. She talked and talked and I said yes, mhm.
Then I took a shower.
After that I hid my face while listening to this morning's radio devotional. Much better than my first one.
Then: I found a lovely gift from S-T
And after all this, I had breakfast.
Now, I'm gonna work on my Latin (eww..).
And after that, I'm going to open my gift to myself: I'm going to the hairdressers(!)


Breckie.


Wearing the earrings S-T gave me this morning. They're perfect.

And I'd let that lonesome whistle, Blow my Blues away.

The cutest thing

Mjau.

Made by: Stora E

 

Feeling

Breakfast

Breakfast.
And an article on ascetism.
I like.

Something like this

would be nice.

...som ett träd planterat nära vatten.

Det sträcker sina rötter mot bäcken.

Det har inget att frukta av hettan,
bladen är alltid gröna.
Det ängslas inte under torra år,
upphör inte att bära frukt.

Jeremia 17:18

Silence

In a few hours I'm gone

Retreat

I'm gonna sit here and knit and write and just enjoy
the silence, and the opportunity to focus on something bigger. Something larger than studies and duties and responsibilities.

Kraft till alla er som bär sorg i era hjärtan

Suddenly
I hear about
young people dying.

For no apparent reason.

And suddenly
there are bigger problems than mine.

The Fruit of My Work

Radio Vega
15.10
19.10
 28.10

At
6.54 am
and
 8.54 am

And also at
tro.yle.fi
and
arenan.yle.fi


So now you know.

Use openmindedness while listening.

Working on my Intercession

and somehow this is the best music to accompany my work

Scoot 'n hide

I dreamt of a happier time

I'm sad.
For no true reason really.
Just sad.

I search my computer for happy pictures, which doesn't really seem to do the trick.
These ones helps though, a little.

The simple joy of food in Taizè.

Worn-out

There's so much to do. And so little time. And it bugs me that I can't really explain this feeling in English.

There's just too much right now.
I don't want to read my mail.
Or answer my text messages.
I don't want to take responsibility.
And I don't want to fulfill my duties.
I don't want to study.

But.
I don't know what I want.
Either.

Blaah.