Tuesday, 25 August 2009

Take that, style websites!

So remember how I was talking about trying to figure out which colours suit me? Well, I decided to do some quizzes. In between the mind-expanding excitement that is packing up all my stuff again. Yesterday: shoes. today: starting on 'random bits and pieces'. Books are gone. Half my clothes are stashed in a suitcase. My room looks like a bomb has gone off in a box factory. Sigh.

But no matter! I am vindicated by The Knitting Tango which confirms what I already knew. Unlike the quizzes, which said, "You suit camel!" Oh no, you're not getting me with that old schtick. It makes me look like I'm going to expire imminently.

Say it loud: I am a High Contrast redhead, and I love my black. And my bright pink. And my red, blue, green...

In fact, all the colours (or at least most) that are in my wardrobe right now. Yeesh, nothing like taking a test to tell you what you already know.

But never mind!

I'm looking up sacraments at the moment. Definition, what constitutes a sacrament, why isn't everything a sacrament (in some traditions, it is, sort of), and all that jazz.

Write soon, kittens!

Thursday, 20 August 2009

Who wears the trousers?

Apparently, not me.

Let me be clear: I live in jeans. With occasional forays into trousers, rarely into dresses, and even more rarely into skirts.

But I am being thwarted in my search for a new pair of trousers.

I have a dressy-but-not-really black pair, a pseudo-suit black pair, and a pinstripe pair that match my suit jacket.

I wish for a pair of trousers in something other than black. I also wish them to fit, and I lastly wish them to be work-appropriate for my new job.

Even Marks and Spencer has let me down. Though they do have nice cardigans in this year.

They have blouses too, but I have a whole...2 of those, so I'm ok on the blouse front. I don't think I really need to wear them every day.

Speaking of blouses, what's up with the size inflation? My new Dorothy Perkins blouse is a size 6. What. Is. Up. With. That?

I have tops in Small, 6, 8, 10, and 12. I ask you.

I'd really like a consistent sizing system. Then I wouldn't have to guess so wildly about whether something's going to fit.

Pretty please?

Wednesday, 19 August 2009

To R and N

An apology.

Two apologies, actually. It's been several years since this happened and I'm still too chicken to apologise to your faces, were I able to locate said faces. Sorry number one.

Sorry number two: I don't know if you remember. But way back when, I thought some fairly nasty (not to mention wrongheaded) things about you. And I wrote them down. And you found them.

I'm an utter chicken, thus I couldn't bring myself to apologise when I found out several weeks later. In fact, I'm pretty sure both of you have forgiven me, and utterly forgotten.

But it was a dreadful witness. And mean and small-minded. Because I was, at the time, pretty mean and small-minded. Still am, but probably less so.

I'm sorry. I was wrong. Forgive me.

This is grace, that people (and God) forgive us when we don't deserve it.

Thank you for the grace you showed me.

Maybe someday I'll actually say sorry in person. For now, this is all the meagre amount of bravery I'm capable of. But grace increases, I'm told. So we'll see.

For now, to all the people who might actually read this, you know one of my secrets.

Goodbye secret. I won't miss you one tiny little bit.

Thursday, 13 August 2009

Because it's so horrific you have to...

Laugh, or cry, or whatever.

The blogosphere is going nuts over the proposed US healthcare reform.

I could comment on how You Don't Know What Socialism IS, Idiots on Fox News, or Why Isn't Everyone Outraged By This Lack Of Provision in a Developed Nation? (As opposed to just quite a lot of people.)

But no. For it would put up my blood pressure. So I will pray, and pray some more, and present for everyone's edification...Stephen Hawking and the Government Death Panels.

Stephen Hawking: An American newspaper claimed:

"People such as scientist Stephen Hawking wouldn't have a chance in the UK, where the National Health Service would say the life of this brilliant man, because of his physical handicaps, is essentially worthless,"


From the Telegraph.co.uk

The fact that Stephen Hawking IS British and gets treated by the NHS on a regular basis...bah, whoever lets facts get in the way of a good story? They had to print a retraction and all, which makes me feel slightly better, but who reads those?

And...

The Government Death Panels: They exist, oh yes, they exist. But not in our Orwellian NHS, oh no. In the wonderful free-market economy of healthcare that is the US of A:

"You have no idea what it’s like to be called into a sterile conference room with a hospital administrator you’ve never met before and be told that your mother’s insurance policy will only pay for 30 days in ICU. You can't imagine what it's like to be advised that you need to “make some decisions,” like whether your mother should be released “HTD” which is hospital parlance for “home to die,” or if you want to pay out of pocket to keep her in the ICU another week. And when you ask how much that would cost you are given a number so impossibly large that you realize there really are no decisions to make. The decision has been made for you. "Living will" or no, it doesn't matter. The bank account and the insurance policy have trumped any legal document.

If this isn’t a “death panel” I don’t know what is."


From sobeale.blogspot.com

Lord have mercy.

Saturday, 8 August 2009

You don't bring me hours any more...

Why do we work such long hours? I've been wondering this, lately. Work, eat, sleep. Repeat. Try to carve out time and energy for other things. Not so noticeable among my childless student/post-student friends, but still. It's good to be able to give each other hours. Not just an hour, or a few minutes.

But there's so much of the hamster-wheel sometimes that we sometimes want to scream, "STOP THE WORLD! I WANT TO GET OFF!"

Employers are supposed to be down with the new stuff, the flexible working, the family commitments, and so on and so on. Yeah. Yet we apparently work the longest hours in Europe. So sayeth the TUC survey:
http://www.thisismoney.co.uk/news/article.html?in_article_id=416057&in_page_id=2

So why do most people still work the equivalent of a full-time job? Or more? Are our working practices aligned with our priorities in life?

BetterHalf and I have now finished the pre marriage course. The last session required you to write down, in order, your top five priorities.

Mine went something like: Relationship with God, Relationship with BetterHalf, Health, Vocation, Friends and Family.

Which led me to thinking: is my life in balance? Or is it totally out of whack?

And to the conclusion that I am as guilty as anybody else here. Sure, I work part-time at the moment, but in September I'll be five days a week, full time, being paid peanuts for the privilege, scraping to keep fed and clothed.

Because the church tells me to. Because I want to be a vicar, and with that privilege comes awesome responsibility and the expectation of complete insanity and overwork. (Perhaps I'm being unfair: most people GET that vicars can't be everywhere and do everything. Quite a lot of vicars don't. That's why the good ones have clear boundaries, and the rest are headed for a crunch.)

I may have to swap out one or more of my days to a job that pays money, just to keep body and soul together. Fine. I get why I'm going to be working full-time hours. I need the ministry experience. Cool. Bet they wouldn't expect it if I had children or other people to support, but that's another topic/rant.

I get why anybody on a minimum-wage job is working as many hours as can be got. Body and soul together, right? Especially if you have kids. I can work 25 hours a week on a little above minimum wage happily, and have money over, because I live in a room in a house, don't drive an awful lot, have a fiancé to share cooking with, am generally stingy with money, and so on and so on.

But there are all these people who are earning three, four, five times what I make an hour. Why do they work such long hours? Will the company not survive without them? Or is it...

Oh...I've got it now.

Say I decided, in my infinite wisdom, that I would be much more effective if I worked, say, 32 hours a week instead of 40. That's 4 full days instead of 5. Fine. This saves my employer money, makes me happier (and thus probably more productive when I AM working) and reduces my stress (and childcare requirements if I had kids), while increasing my time with my family/friends and making me less utterly exhausted.

And the company saves 1/5th on my salary.

Therein lies the issue, I suppose. In this hypothetical scenario, in which I am somehow well paid, I can afford a 20% pay cut. Would my company expect me to get the same amount of work done in less time? Would they just up and fire me for suggesting a reduction in hours?

Would they decide not to promote me as I clearly don't work as hard as the other guys? Is that the issue here? Or are they so inflexible that they don't think anyone working less than 50 hours a week can be doing a good job? (In which case this turns into a rail-against-the-culture thing).

Would the loss of income lead directly to my inability to pay the bills and being thrown out on the streets? Not in this hypothetical instance, but if they decide, in the midst of a recession, that part-timers clearly aren't pulling their weight...

I have been pondering this because of the new issue of Youthwork magazine. They're doing a Big Picture issue, and so talking about the future of youth work, the church, youth evangelism, etc etc.

Points raised in just one of the many articles :

There’s no problem with people training to be counsellors, preachers, youth workers, worship leaders, children’s workers; but it will only be those churches with deep pockets that can employ team ministries. Will those churches inevitably go on to create monopolies? Will they drain vital people and vital ‘resources’ from other churches?


In answer to the questions: Monopolies? I guess so, possibly. But if they're smart, they'll...not so much 'plant' as seed churches, or take over churches that are dying and have no money, and maybe they can turn them around. And they will take cues from the locality and culture as to what the needs are (aside from the biggies, like Jesus and discipling and mission, for example).

Will they take people and resources from other churches? Well...depends on the people. Maybe the main question here is: how do we help our world? How do we make it right? We live in a broken world, sweet peas. Only God can make it right. We are Her instruments, but it's Her battle plan we're following here. So in answer to the second question, I don't know. But if the same work is getting done, can that still be okay?

Another point the author makes is the increasing professionalisation of church. The idea being that church should not be a catered meal, it should be a bring and share lunch.

Yeah...but that's going to require a culture change, which are often and necessarily gradual. You need, therefore, a vicar who wants to see lots of lay involvement. A vicar who preaches mission. You need prayer, you need lots of prayer. And you need time and inspiration to reverse our apathy at doing anything. Not to mention that, depending on your theology, there are things only vicars should be doing. Then again, that shouldn't include "everything that is even tangentially religious", so I don't know if that's a huge problem, I'm just mentioning it. Maybe someone else can provide some input here?

[rant on]You want to know a reason WHY there's such a lack of volunteers? Well, there are lots of reasons. But the one that burns me up it this: if you agree to do one thing, people try and foist other things on you too. I know, I know, church is about giving as much as receiving. Yes. But we are so desperate for volunteers that if we get ONE we foist everything on them. NO. No dice.

This means challenging the consumerist culture that exists in our hearts and minds and churches. It means praying for breakthrough, for willingness to give, and serve, and what have you. AND it sometimes means Doing Less Church Stuff so we can Do More Mission Stuff.[rant off]

The author ends with,

That’s why the future is for amateurs and part timers. The drive to spiritual maturity that is so evident within New Testament is an effort to make all of us Olympian level disciple-makers, not just a few. Come on, you know it makes good mission sense. Making espressos in your local coffee house three days a week, leading a church that meets in the coffee shop for the rest of it…


We live in hope. But that just seems like a lovely thought, unless you're energetic and single and have no extraneous responsibilities. Still, I maintain the principle can be sound.

And maybe, if we are part-timers, we can bring each other hours. And days, and weeks, and months, and years, and lifetimes. We can bring the whole of ourselves to the table, and share.

Thursday, 6 August 2009

Shopping with BH, and an Unfortunate Haircut

The shopping trip in question lasted less than two hours from arriving at the car park to shoving everything in the back seat, and Better Half is now fully prepared for all that our totally awesome winter holiday (holiday for me, conference + holiday for him) can afford him.

He even bought (though this won't do him much good in Australia in November) a pair of jeans, something he has always disliked, just because it made me happy. I'm so proud right now. Of him, or of my feminine wiles? Meh, make up your own mind. Could even be both or neither.

So he's all set, which is great.

I, on the other hand, have a grand total of three pairs of shorts, and one pair is a size too big and needs to be held up by judicious belting and the power of friction. Great. But I do have a couple of tankini thingies - you know, like a bikini but with short-type things instead of those ridiculous knicker-like things which make me feel self-conscious, and a sort of vest-style top. They're cute. T-shirts and hats I have aplenty. It'll be fine.

I've also been trying to figure out 'my colours', as in, what colours make me look good, and which ones make me look like, in the words of my maternal grandmother, 'another clean shirt will do you!' (i.e. you look like you're going to die imminently)

This is proving more difficult than I first anticipated. But, on the plus side, it means I either look equally good/bad in all the colours I like (which are many and varied) or I'm missing out on the fact that camel makes me look really good (I hate most shades of that colour, I'm not wearing it. Not even with the promise of looking really good dangled in front of me). So meh. I'll carry on with wearing whatever I look at that makes me go 'Oooh...'

ANYWAY, as part of this style overhaul I also decided to have a little bit of a hairstyle change.

Nothing too drastic, you understand. But having seen (for reasons relating to...actually, I don't know why) Titanic for the first time in years (you know I think I had a crush on Leonardo diCaprio after that film came out...), I decided that hey, Kate Winslet's hair is pretty darn wonderful (the costumes also make me drool with envy) and some long layers couldn't hurt. Plus, if I hate them, I have time to grow them out a bit before the wedding.

So, a picture of Rose hair to give you some idea of what I was going for here (from jennylafleur's excellent website):



Great. But those are long layers, and I stupidly tried to do them myself. And then I decided to change the side on which I part my hair...I'm really, really fortunate that
a) I have curly hair, so mistakes are less obvious, and
b) I hid the scissors from myself, to prevent any 'evening up' of the sides.

Yeah.

I'm making out like it's really bad, it's not.

It actually turned out okay, though I'm going to take Housemate!S up on her offer to trim it and even things up a bit.



And now, as an added bonus, the world can see that I really do look like my little doll thing.

Wow.

Not that it's news to most of you.

I shall now go eat, because my stomach is complaining at me. Ta-ta for now.