you found a word to explain it

Those who are dominated by the sinful nature think about sinful things, but those who are controlled by the Holy Spirit think about things that please the Spirit. So letting your sinful nature control your mind leads to death. But letting the Spirit control your mind leads to life and peace. For the sinful nature is always hostile to God. It never did obey God’s laws, and it never will. That’s why those who are still under the control of their sinful nature can never please God.

You have no obligation to do what your sinful nature urges you to do. For if you live by its dictates, you will die. But if through the power of the Spirit you put to death the deeds of your sinful nature, you will live. You have not received a spirit that makes you fearful slaves. Instead, all who are led by the Spirit of God are children of God.

Thought of the day : There are so many more clothing options when warmth and/or wet isn't an issue.

counting your minutes by a clock that's flashing eights

I have a rather spherical satsuma. Look.

finding out what you're called and repeating your name

I'm learning items of clothing in Russian. Or to be more honest, we did an hour on it, and now have approx 35 new words to learn. Anyway, "Mekhovye sapogi" means "fur boots", but written in Cyrillic "sapogi" looks like "canozu" which looks like "canoe" so whenever I write "fur boots" I accidentally, with the watersports theme on my mind write "fur boats". Also, along the same theme, "fur hat" is "shapka" which in Cyrillic looks like "wanka".

It's just funny, isn't it?

you haven't laughed since january

Or, you haven't written anything half-good since January.

The other day, in Russian class, we got asked, as oft we do "Kem ty khochesh' ctat' posle okonchanuia universiteta?". As usual, I answered "Ia ne znaiu kem ia khochu ctat' posle okonchanuia universiteta". Polly Jones, the demi-legend, replied "Betty, ty khochesh' ctat' pisatelem?". I replied "niet". But actually maybe I do.

Maybe I want to be the sort of person who can not only let their th0ughts escape their well-meaning but essentially imprisoning mind but indeed organise them on paper in such a clear and eloquent fashion that for years and decades to come they are read, devoured and treasured. Maybe I want my thoughts to be universally loved, hated, accepted, despised. Maybe I want academics to spend their post-Doc years debating which translations convey to the non-English reader the intricacies of my style. Maybe I want people to find solace in my words. Maybe I want to be quoted in times of national distress, or national joy. Maybe I want to contribute.

Thought of the day : Sometimes the thing that is there is hidden from view.

every single word is plagarised

Three thoughts

1. From the picture below, I still have the beans left.
2. Lynx - Spray more, get more women running away from you, holding their noses in disgust.
3. I don't want to go home.