<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670480532040057183</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:34:15.815-05:00</updated><category term='Random-Thoughts-Wednesday'/><category term='&quot;And I Quote&quot;'/><category term='Thoughts on a Holiday'/><category term='The Saturday Evening Review'/><category term='Monday&apos;s Word to the Wise'/><title type='text'>Superfluously Loquacious</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03120317883072717127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670480532040057183.post-9144492751985447389</id><published>2007-12-05T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T09:28:58.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-Thoughts-Wednesday'/><title type='text'>My Scattered Advent Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;“Veiled in flesh, the Godhead see.” This one line from &lt;em&gt;Hark! The Herald Angels Sing&lt;/em&gt; has me in a state of great excitement this Advent season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“Veiled in flesh.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking a lot this year about the story of Christmas. Anyone who knows me well knows that I love stories. I love to read them, watch them, think about them, imagine myself writing them (and doing it well!), tell them, listen to them, etc. And this advent season, like never before, this love for stories is carrying over to include the Christmas story. I simply cannot seem to get enough of it! I’ve read it, as it appears in each of the gospels, several times and in several different translations. Right now I’m mostly camping out in the New Living Translation because it seems to be capturing the essence of the story the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;The reason that this story has so thoroughly captivated my imagination this year is because of a line from the first chapter of John which says “the Word became flesh and dwelt among us.” Emmanuel does after all, as the prophet reminds us, mean “God is with us.” This fact is the real reason that Christmas has ever been celebrated. It is the reason that we have this season of expectation called Advent. It is all because we celebrate that this God that we worship is not a god of the ivory tower but is one that truly put on flesh and dwelt among us, even, or perhaps especially, in a world so filled with hate and suffering and injustice and evil. If this fact is not true then we have no gospel. Good news of great joy for all of the people, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;And it is this time of year, the expectation of Advent and the culmination of the celebration of Christmas day that the Church has set aside each year to remember, and to reflect on, the story. Because, for whatever else we make this season about—mass consumption, gluttony, office holiday parties, a jolly man in red—the true essence of the season is still captured by the words of an old Christmas hymn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veiled in flesh, the Godhead see,&lt;br /&gt;Hail the incarnate deity,&lt;br /&gt;Pleased as human with humans to dwell,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, our Emmanuel (God with us).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670480532040057183-9144492751985447389?l=superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/feeds/9144492751985447389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8670480532040057183&amp;postID=9144492751985447389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/9144492751985447389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/9144492751985447389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-scattered-advent-thoughts.html' title='My Scattered Advent Thoughts'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03120317883072717127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670480532040057183.post-4951435829756092645</id><published>2007-11-21T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T10:45:17.061-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-Thoughts-Wednesday'/><title type='text'>An Issue of Social Justice</title><content type='html'>The other morning as I was getting ready for Church, this thought popped into my head so I stopped what I was doing and scribbled it down in my journal, thought I'd share it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we know if an issue, political or otherwise, is an issue of social justice? Look at the issue and ask the following question: Does this issue have the potential to affect the most vulnerable among us--the poor, the sick, the very young, the very old, and the outsiders-differently than it will affect the rest of us? If the answer to this question is yes then that issue is an issue of social justice. When beheld in this light, I submit that there are no issues that are not social justice issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670480532040057183-4951435829756092645?l=superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/feeds/4951435829756092645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8670480532040057183&amp;postID=4951435829756092645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/4951435829756092645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/4951435829756092645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/2007/11/issue-of-social-justice.html' title='An Issue of Social Justice'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03120317883072717127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670480532040057183.post-6992370046202222041</id><published>2007-10-15T08:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T08:14:57.544-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;And I Quote&quot;'/><title type='text'>Democracy of the Dead</title><content type='html'>Tradition meanse giving votes to the most obscure of all classes, our ancestors. It is the democracy of the dead. Tradition refuses to submit to that arrogant oligarchy who merely happen to be walking around.&lt;br /&gt;-G.K. Chesterton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670480532040057183-6992370046202222041?l=superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/feeds/6992370046202222041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8670480532040057183&amp;postID=6992370046202222041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/6992370046202222041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/6992370046202222041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/2007/10/democracy-of-dead.html' title='Democracy of the Dead'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03120317883072717127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670480532040057183.post-3645312733292818085</id><published>2007-10-10T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:17:39.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-Thoughts-Wednesday'/><title type='text'>A Study in the Ridiculous</title><content type='html'>Just for fun this past week I have been cataloguing ridiculous moments and events that I have witnessed and/or participated in each day. I have selected one favorite from each day (not completely true, see Saturday and Sunday) to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: A motivational speaker came to work to give a motivational speech on how to become a "Humor Being." His program for success in life took a formulaic approach with three Atti-tools (yes, that is true, I couldn't make that up!). At times he was moderately funny and he even said a few things that were logically coherent but he was basically arguing for a run-of-the-mill, been done before, Epicurean-Hedonistic approach to human existence with a bit of pop-psychology thrown in for good measure. So, was his talk a success? I would have to argue that it was. Afterall, he was there to motivate and by the end of his talk I found that I did feel quite motivated to cynically roll my eyes. So...good for him, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: I had an interview for a job as an administrative assistant to a new director in the company. Wanting to look put together and professional I searched in my closet for my most serious looking skirt and fished around in my sock drawer for a pair of pantyhose. I have to admit, I was looking pretty nice until, while sitting at my desk, I had the strangest sensation of something small sitting on my leg just below my right knee and then gliding up to about three inches above my knee...Yes, for no apparent reason my hose got a huge an undeniable run in them while I was innocently sitting at my desk! My question is who invented pantyhose anyway and why? I'll tell you this, I will have to be interviewing for the Pope's job before I find it important enough to put a pair of those things on again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: The cost of cream cheese spread is just insane. I learned this when I bought a bagel in the cafeteria for breakfast and it cost a very reasonable $0.90 but the measley little 1oz, barely enough to spread over the bagel, cream cheese cost $0.45! Am I wrong to think its weird that the cost of the topping is 50% of the cost of the actual food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and Sunday: Okay, my weekend was actually fairly pedestrian. I can't think of any major, "are you kidding me!?!" moments to share so we'll just move right along to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Two words: Columbus Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: The fact that there is such a drink as a "green tea latte" is odd enough but the fact that I, (1) actually tried such a thing and (2) found it utterly delightful and would actually like to be drinking one now, 14 hours later, is something that I find absolutely bewildering and ridiculous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670480532040057183-3645312733292818085?l=superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/feeds/3645312733292818085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8670480532040057183&amp;postID=3645312733292818085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/3645312733292818085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/3645312733292818085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/2007/10/study-in-ridiculous_10.html' title='A Study in the Ridiculous'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03120317883072717127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670480532040057183.post-499610751742065406</id><published>2007-10-09T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T09:56:44.575-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts on a Holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy Columbus Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;As anyone who tried to go to the bank yesterday probably noticed they were closed in observance of Columbus Day. I to observed the day by putting this John Reuben song on repeat for my drive home. Its a bit angry but pretty thoughtful:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Puff the magic Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Floats around the universe&lt;br /&gt;The United States is His favorite place on the whole entire earth&lt;br /&gt;So sing your songs and wave your flag&lt;br /&gt;And thank the Lord for all you have&lt;br /&gt;But what about them?&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(verse 1)&lt;br /&gt;We came we conquered never speak of this again life&lt;br /&gt;Must go on let's not think of them&lt;br /&gt;Things are comfortable now the pioneers have settled in&lt;br /&gt;A perfect blend of progress and pale skin&lt;br /&gt;For our sake and those to come&lt;br /&gt;We'll rewrite the text so you can forget where you came from&lt;br /&gt;Tell it in a way that will build your self esteem&lt;br /&gt;Repackage the product and sell the American dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(verse 2)&lt;br /&gt;History is best forgotten and even better rewritten&lt;br /&gt;And since there's no forgetting let's remember it different&lt;br /&gt;Commit to it so strongly till you believe it&lt;br /&gt;The truth is there but you aren't able to receive it&lt;br /&gt;You need to know you're safe here&lt;br /&gt;Hide your face here cuz you found your faith here&lt;br /&gt;But four walls with no windows doesn't mean you're it&lt;br /&gt;Four walls with no windows doesn't mean they don't exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(verse 3)&lt;br /&gt;What a prosperous, wondrous place&lt;br /&gt;Remember to say grace before we scrape our plates&lt;br /&gt;And ignore the crying outside the door sure&lt;br /&gt;You'll pray for their burdens but you don't want to make it yours&lt;br /&gt;Thin lines the divide but there's a world of difference&lt;br /&gt;So crawl back into your happy existence and feel the bliss of ignorance keep you warm&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who mourn but it's so foreign&lt;br /&gt;The more you have the less you care&lt;br /&gt;The less you care the more you become unaware&lt;br /&gt;And sure life's not fair but it favors us apparently&lt;br /&gt;And how are we to interpret this excess?&lt;br /&gt;Is it God's favor ill-behavior or simply man's modern progress&lt;br /&gt;God bless us as we sweep this mess under the rug&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to walk barefoot on the tile and step in the mud&lt;br /&gt;Out of sight out of mind and pushed to the side&lt;br /&gt;Left for someone else to rationalize and justify&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670480532040057183-499610751742065406?l=superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/feeds/499610751742065406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8670480532040057183&amp;postID=499610751742065406' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/499610751742065406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/499610751742065406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-columbus-day.html' title='Happy Columbus Day!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03120317883072717127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670480532040057183.post-3325158347268362644</id><published>2007-10-08T08:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T08:30:28.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday&apos;s Word to the Wise'/><title type='text'>Sagacious</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This week’s word:&lt;/strong&gt; “Sagacious”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pronunciation:&lt;/strong&gt; sa·ga·cious, &lt;em&gt;suh&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;gey&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;shuh s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part of speech:&lt;/strong&gt; adjective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Definitions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Having or showing acute mental discernment and keen practical sense; shrewd: a sagacious lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Obsolete&lt;/em&gt;. keen of scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Having or showing sound judgment, and farsightedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Skillful in statecraft or management; "an astute and sagacious statesman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Acutely insightful and wise; "much too perspicacious to be taken in by such a spurious argument"; "observant and thoughtful, he was given to asking sagacious questions"; "a source of valuable insights and sapient advice to educators" [syn: perspicacious&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/perspicacious"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Related forms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sagaciously, adverb&lt;br /&gt;sagaciousness, noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synonyms:&lt;/strong&gt; wise, sage, discerning, clever, intelligent, judicious, acute, sharp, keen, perspicacious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antonym:&lt;/strong&gt; unwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Etymology of sagacious:&lt;/strong&gt; From Latin sagāx, sagāc-, of keen perception; see sāg- in Indo-European roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670480532040057183-3325158347268362644?l=superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/feeds/3325158347268362644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8670480532040057183&amp;postID=3325158347268362644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/3325158347268362644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/3325158347268362644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/2007/10/sagacious.html' title='Sagacious'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03120317883072717127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670480532040057183.post-5112252604883425307</id><published>2007-10-08T07:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T07:47:58.665-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;And I Quote&quot;'/><title type='text'>Brokenness Under Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I found this quote just last week and thought that it was really beautiful:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great mystery of God's love is that we are not asked to live as if we are not hurting, as if we are not broken. In fact, we are invited to recognize our brokenness as a brokenness in which we can come in touch with the unique way that God loves us. The great invitation is to live your brokenness under the blessing. I cannot take people's brokenness away and people cannot take my brokenness away. But how do you live in your brokenness? Do you live your brokenness under the blessing or under the curse? The great call of Jesus is to put your brokenness under the blessing.&lt;br /&gt;- Henri J.M. Nouwen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670480532040057183-5112252604883425307?l=superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/feeds/5112252604883425307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8670480532040057183&amp;postID=5112252604883425307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/5112252604883425307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/5112252604883425307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/2007/10/brokenness-under-blessing.html' title='Brokenness Under Blessing'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03120317883072717127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670480532040057183.post-1939124874570335874</id><published>2007-10-03T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T11:01:43.964-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-Thoughts-Wednesday'/><title type='text'>My Movie Dilemma</title><content type='html'>I love movies and everything associated with them. I love renting movies for a Friday night at home and going to the movies to catch the latest blockbuster and I love eating popcorn while watching a movie in either of these settings. I love lots of different kinds of movies too: Romantic comedies, action flicks, epic films, anything Audrey Hepburn did, kid movies--The Emporer’s New Groove is genius and I will not be convinced otherwise—Laugh out loud comedies, I could go on but that is probably enough to give a general picture of my movie preferences.&lt;br /&gt;Why all this talk about my love of film? Well, over the weekend I wanted to rent something so I ran down to the nearest rental store. When I got there I realized that I had a problem that I have never had before when it comes to selecting movies: I live alone. I’ve never lived alone before and I’ve always had a roommate to help me select a movie to see. Granted, we would sometimes go back and forth about what to see forever and end up compromising on something that neither of us was too excited about, but at least we could help each other come to a decision! Also, the stakes weren’t so high because if the movie ended up being just terrible we could mock it together and still have fun. If it was scary we wouldn’t be alone to psyche ourselves out when it was over. And if it was thought-provoking we would have someone to rehash it with for hours afterward. In short, my former roommate, aside from being my best friend and confidante, is also my movie pal and now she isn’t here and I don’t know how to select, watch, and process a movie by myself.&lt;br /&gt;I spent about an hour in the rental store, wandering aimlessly, hoping that a DVD would just jump in front of me with it's shirt ripped and proclaim, “Rent me!” in its best Marlon Brando impression. But alas, that did not happen (By the way, I appreciate A Streetcar Named Desire for its cinematic significance but man is that ever an intense movie!). I called my old roommate for advice but nothing she suggested sounded quite as fun without her there to watch it with me. Finally out of sheer desperation I asked for a consult with a movie rental expert. In this case a movie rental expert is a 17-year-old kid named Marcus who, I assume, works part time at Blockbuster in order to finance his hobby of restoring a very sad old car to its former glory. Marcus was patient and he tried to help by recommending every single movie that a 17-year-old guy would like. Apparently my love for movies does not extend to include the typical fare appreciated by 17-year-old guys (who knew?).&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided on Say Anything. I chose that movie because I believe that anytime a person cannot make a decision about what movie to watch they should select something from the 80s and if Lloyd Dobbler is available than he is an excellent choice. I enjoyed it, Say Anything is a great movie and Lilly with her, “the world is full of guys, be a man!” is just my hero. Anyway, it all turned out all right in the end but I learned from this experience that I haven’t quite figured out how to live alone yet and I need some serious help picking out movies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670480532040057183-1939124874570335874?l=superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/feeds/1939124874570335874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8670480532040057183&amp;postID=1939124874570335874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/1939124874570335874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/1939124874570335874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-movie-dilemma.html' title='My Movie Dilemma'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03120317883072717127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670480532040057183.post-6080127087526645893</id><published>2007-10-01T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T13:26:06.904-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday&apos;s Word to the Wise'/><title type='text'>Felicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This Week’s Word:&lt;/strong&gt; “Felicity”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pronunciation:&lt;/strong&gt; fe·lic·i·ty, fi-&lt;strong&gt;lis&lt;/strong&gt;-it-tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part of speech: &lt;/strong&gt;Noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plural: &lt;/strong&gt;-ties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Definitions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. the state of being happy, esp. in a high degree; bliss: marital felicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. a source of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a skillful faculty: felicity of expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. an instance or display of this: the many felicities of the poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Archaic. good fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Felicity” and its Synonyms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;HAPPINESS, BLISS, CONTENTMENT, FELICITY imply an active or passive state of pleasure or pleasurable satisfaction. Happiness results from the possession or attainment of what one considers good: the happiness of visiting one's family. Bliss is unalloyed happiness or supreme delight: the bliss of perfect companionship. Contentment is a peaceful kind of happiness in which one rests without desires, even though every wish may not have been gratified: contentment in one's surroundings. Felicity is a formal word for happiness of an especially fortunate or intense kind: to wish a young couple felicity in life.&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Etymology of “Felicity”:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;c.1385, from O.Fr. felicite, from L. felicitatem (nom. felicitas) "happiness," from felix (gen. felicis) "happy, fortunate," from L. base *fe-, equivalent of PIE *dhe(i)- "to suck, suckle, produce, yield"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?term=felicity"&gt;http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?term=felicity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Fun Quote (and book recommendation):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“Confession: I have read Pride and Prejudice about 200 times. I get lost in the language–words like thither, mischance, &lt;strong&gt;felicity&lt;/strong&gt;. I’m always in agony over whether Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy are really going to get together. Read it – I know you’ll love it.”&lt;br /&gt;-Kathleen Kelly to Joe Fox, from the movie You’ve Got Mail (This can also be considered a movie recommendation).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670480532040057183-6080127087526645893?l=superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/feeds/6080127087526645893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8670480532040057183&amp;postID=6080127087526645893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/6080127087526645893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/6080127087526645893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/2007/10/felicity.html' title='Felicity'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03120317883072717127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670480532040057183.post-3831538483576597579</id><published>2007-08-16T11:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T16:45:04.211-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-Thoughts-Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Random-Thoughts-Wednesday, An Introduction</title><content type='html'>Because Wednesdays tend to be my longest and most boring days I will use them to regale my readers with all of the most random thoughts, ideas, conclusions, revelations, song lyrics, ideas, opinions, and plans that have plagued my little mind all week long. Because this category is so broad nearly all of it will be well beyond the superfluous loquaciousness that I have promised this blog to be. On the other hand, because it is all so random, there is a chance, albeit a very, very small one, that this segment may serve as host to the tiniest flashes of brilliance. For that reason I must insist that this segment be read faithfully and carefully as it could be history in the making (but will of course likely all be nothing more than trash).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670480532040057183-3831538483576597579?l=superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/feeds/3831538483576597579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8670480532040057183&amp;postID=3831538483576597579' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/3831538483576597579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/3831538483576597579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_1676.html' title='Random-Thoughts-Wednesday, An Introduction'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03120317883072717127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670480532040057183.post-1359763693021391937</id><published>2007-08-16T11:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T16:13:38.215-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;And I Quote&quot;'/><title type='text'>"And I Quote", An Introduction</title><content type='html'>I love quotes. There is just something about the idea that a snip-it of well worded truth that was spoken long ago by some wise person, probably in an off-handed way, could manage to hang around to be invoked years, sometimes even hundreds of years after the fact and still possess the power to offer encouragement, guidance, condemnation, etc., that strikes a chord of awe in me. In fact, I love quotes so much that my college roommate and I once decorated our entire living room in our favorite quotes. [For those of you wondering yes, we both realize that this shows our extreme nerdiness, fortunately we are both okay with that!] Each week I will attempt to offer one such quote for my entertainment and yours. Look for my first quote post this Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670480532040057183-1359763693021391937?l=superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/feeds/1359763693021391937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8670480532040057183&amp;postID=1359763693021391937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/1359763693021391937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/1359763693021391937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_16.html' title='&quot;And I Quote&quot;, An Introduction'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03120317883072717127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670480532040057183.post-5114306818675130124</id><published>2007-08-16T11:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T16:28:59.994-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Saturday Evening Review'/><title type='text'>The Saturday Evening Review, An Introduction</title><content type='html'>I am one of those highly suspect individuals who actually enjoy school. The fact that I am taking a year off before pursuing my Master’s Degrees is actually a cause of heartache for me right now. In a way Superfluously Loquacious in its entirety is a testament to the void that not being in school has created in my life but this segment in particular is very attributable to that fact. See, I love analyzing events and ideas and books and music and movies and having a forum to discuss them. For me college, through the papers and classroom discussions, was an outlet for sharing my thoughts on these things and a venue for engaging them with others. Since that venue is not available to me at the moment I’ve decided to create my own through The Saturday Evening Review. This segment will be the most demanding of my time as it will require the most preparation and forethought. For that reason I am fairly confident that it will fall into obscurity at times; nonetheless, I am excited about seeing what shape it will take. At the moment I’m not sure what types of reviews I will do. I am certain that the types of media I review will be pretty diverse, but we’ll just have to wait and see, stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670480532040057183-5114306818675130124?l=superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/feeds/5114306818675130124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8670480532040057183&amp;postID=5114306818675130124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/5114306818675130124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/5114306818675130124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='The Saturday Evening Review, An Introduction'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03120317883072717127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670480532040057183.post-8921845405111789547</id><published>2007-08-16T11:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T15:52:25.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday&apos;s Word to the Wise'/><title type='text'>Monday's Word to the Wise, An Introduction</title><content type='html'>"$5 words," as they are sometimes called, are words that are really useful if one wants to present an air of pretense. Honestly, I don't think it is a very good idea to use big fancy words in an attempt to appear smart. If that is what you are playing at it will quickly become obvious and people will probably begin to assume that you are just depending on a thesaurus and aren't, in fact, very intelligent at all. That said I have found that cultivating one's vocabulary can be very helpful in finding the best word to convey what one actually means. With this in mind I will attempt to offer a word blog each week. Because I love words so much and want to do them justice this blog will not just consist of a big word and a generic definition, you can get that off of Joey Tribiani's word a day toilet paper! No, this blog will also include etymology, synonyms and perhaps a clever quote in which the word is used if I can find one. I intend to be fully entertained by this blog segment and I hope that anyone else who reads it and, undoubtedly, recognizes it for the horrendously cheesy segment that it is will choose to kindly and patiently indulge my cheesiness. Look for my first word blog on Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670480532040057183-8921845405111789547?l=superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/feeds/8921845405111789547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8670480532040057183&amp;postID=8921845405111789547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/8921845405111789547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670480532040057183/posts/default/8921845405111789547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfluouslyloquacious.blogspot.com/2007/08/mondays-word-to-wise.html' title='Monday&apos;s Word to the Wise, An Introduction'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03120317883072717127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
