A Commitment to the Relentless Pursuit of "What If"
About this blog ... this is not a blog. A blog
sounds like it might cause a stroke if lodged in an artery. A blog would require
boots when visited. I prefer b'muse. If web log, contracted, is "blog," then
web muse, contracted, is "b'muse." In this case, very apt.
It is with fear and trembling that I launch this
site. Words are powerful, and once they're out there in cyberspace, you can't
take them back.
The blogging medium requires a modicum of self-esteem ("selfish steam," as one of my daughters once misapprehended the term). Or, is it vanity to assume that I have something to say that might interest you? I will do my best to fill this site with " ... things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious - the best, not the worst, the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse." (Philippians 4:8, The Message paraphrase)
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure that the Amplified Version says, "This scripture does not apply to making fun of a) oneself, b) left wing fanatics, c) right wing fanatics, d) celebrities (especially boy bands, bare-naveled female pop singers and movie stars who venture into politics - excluding Ronald Reagan) and, e) the French.
That being said, this b'muse will cover many aspects of living the Speculative Life. A principle that guides me is this: A life surrendered to Christ changes each small step of obedience into a leap of faith. I take this freedom very seriously. The relentless pursuit of "What if" is a high calling.
The Speculative Life reaches every domain. Sometimes it spans the limits of the cosmos. Sometimes it dwells in the landscape of the mind. This weekend, we found it in the kitchen. Speculative Cooking! We were expecting visiting kinfolk, and what with the mounds of snow accumulating in Iowa, trips to the store are an adventure. I realized that I had neglected to procure ingredients for dessert, and not wanting to snub the kinfolks, who are step-inlaws or something not listed in conventional genealogies, I made something "from scratch," as they say in those old-fashioned cook-books, with things "on hand." The things on hand were: week-old sugar cookie dough and pecans left over from Thanksgiving. I spread the cookie dough in the bottom of a pan, and whipped up a pecan pie filling to pour on top. Then I said a quick prayer for Martha Stewart's trial, and gave thanks that she hadn't asked me to fill in for her during this time of hardship. I put the confection in the oven. Then (music from the movie "Jaws" here), my husband CAME INTO THE KITCHEN.
"What are you making?" he asked. "Does it involve chocolate chips?"
I took a deep breath and muttered, " I cannot tell a lie. It does NOT involve chocolate chips."
"Well, take it out of the oven, then," he said. Then he came right at me carrying a giant Bag O' Chocolate Chips and poured a layer an inch thick on top of the dessert. The chips melted, forming a lovely frosting. And it was the best dessert I've ever made.
That, my friends, is just one of the rewards of The Speculative Life.
The blogging medium requires a modicum of self-esteem ("selfish steam," as one of my daughters once misapprehended the term). Or, is it vanity to assume that I have something to say that might interest you? I will do my best to fill this site with " ... things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious - the best, not the worst, the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse." (Philippians 4:8, The Message paraphrase)
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure that the Amplified Version says, "This scripture does not apply to making fun of a) oneself, b) left wing fanatics, c) right wing fanatics, d) celebrities (especially boy bands, bare-naveled female pop singers and movie stars who venture into politics - excluding Ronald Reagan) and, e) the French.
That being said, this b'muse will cover many aspects of living the Speculative Life. A principle that guides me is this: A life surrendered to Christ changes each small step of obedience into a leap of faith. I take this freedom very seriously. The relentless pursuit of "What if" is a high calling.
The Speculative Life reaches every domain. Sometimes it spans the limits of the cosmos. Sometimes it dwells in the landscape of the mind. This weekend, we found it in the kitchen. Speculative Cooking! We were expecting visiting kinfolk, and what with the mounds of snow accumulating in Iowa, trips to the store are an adventure. I realized that I had neglected to procure ingredients for dessert, and not wanting to snub the kinfolks, who are step-inlaws or something not listed in conventional genealogies, I made something "from scratch," as they say in those old-fashioned cook-books, with things "on hand." The things on hand were: week-old sugar cookie dough and pecans left over from Thanksgiving. I spread the cookie dough in the bottom of a pan, and whipped up a pecan pie filling to pour on top. Then I said a quick prayer for Martha Stewart's trial, and gave thanks that she hadn't asked me to fill in for her during this time of hardship. I put the confection in the oven. Then (music from the movie "Jaws" here), my husband CAME INTO THE KITCHEN.
"What are you making?" he asked. "Does it involve chocolate chips?"
I took a deep breath and muttered, " I cannot tell a lie. It does NOT involve chocolate chips."
"Well, take it out of the oven, then," he said. Then he came right at me carrying a giant Bag O' Chocolate Chips and poured a layer an inch thick on top of the dessert. The chips melted, forming a lovely frosting. And it was the best dessert I've ever made.
That, my friends, is just one of the rewards of The Speculative Life.
Posted: Mon - February 9, 2004 at 11:15 AM
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